The Glory of Noxus.

War cries and death drew Lissandra's thoughts to the south of Freljord.

She smelled blood and fire in the biting cold wind, with the sharp aftertaste of angry steel.

Lissandra arrived with her dream, and came to a burning hut.

She leaned against the vertical wooden fence, her knees seemed a little weak, and the feeling of weakness eroded her soul.

But she was already accustomed to this feeling, which was nothing compared to the oppressive feeling brought by being monitored.

Lissandra looked around and saw land covered with grass and melting ice and snow.

It wasn't sunny pastures, but it was the closest thing to them that the tribes of the Freljord knew.

The owner of this land is the most powerful tribe in Freljord.

The Avarosa tribe!

Suddenly, the flames flickered and danced with the cold wind.

A huge shadow covered Lissandra's body.

"Witch, I have been waiting for this day for a long time, and finally I get to see you!"

The person who appeared before Lissandra was an Avarosan, a burly red-haired tribal warrior.

His arms were bent with veins exposed, and he raised an extremely sharp sword above his head.

The bloodthirstiness in his eyes was clearly revealed as he was imagining a victory that he would never see in his lifetime.

Regardless, he was ready to deliver the final blow to slay the irreconcilable enemy.

In the impression of the red-haired tribal warriors, the witch before them would come here from time to time and force her former tribe to serve her.

Until the tribe's warriors were exhausted.

The red-haired warrior who returned from the Avarosa tribe saw that his former tribe was now in name only, and he wanted to avenge his tribe and his companions.

Lissandra looked calmly at the giant sword that was about to fall. She couldn't count how many times she had died in other people's dreams.

Each time, a part of her soul would dissipate with death, never to return.

Do not!

enough!

Not this time!

Lissandra thought of the watchers below Frostguard Hold and knew she could not waste any more strength.

Sonorous!

When the giant sword fell, a shield made of giant ice claws protected the body of Dreamfall and put her into the ice coffin.

The red-haired tribe warrior's blade didn't even scrape away the surface of the ice.

Under the horrific recoil, he staggered back, roaring in defiance.

But what greeted him was a shattered heroic dream. In his dream, he saw that the Avarosa tribe would eventually fall.

Click!

Frost filled the air, freezing the red-haired tribal warrior in an ice tomb, which was very lifelike.

"It's so easy to freeze the flesh and blood!"

Lissandra walked closer and looked at the red-haired tribal warrior in the Frozen Tomb. Her angry eyes were just like the old woman who once represented the Avarosa tribe, which made people feel disgusted.

"Oh, I forgot that my good sister Avarosa has long disappeared in the long river of history."

"I am the only one who is still alive, witnessing the changes in the Freljord after your death."

Lissandra put away her thoughts, slowly stretched out her left hand, ignored the frozen tomb, and grasped the head of the red-haired tribal warrior.

She directly entered the other person's dream and began to read all his memories.

In her dream, Lissandra saw the great War Mother who inherited Avarosa's power.

Ice shooter Ashe!

Under her leadership, the Avarosa tribe is sweeping across the Freljord at an incredible speed, influencing and gathering many small tribes.

"Avarosa's longbow?"

Lissandra whispered, seeing an ancient longbow forged from True Ice.

It is the existence of the Bow of Avarosa.

The people of the Avarosan tribe believe that Ashe is the reincarnation of the mythical heroine Avarosa.

With them at her side, Ashe set out to reclaim the ancient territories of the tribes, unifying the Freljord once again.

"One tribe, one nation, one Freljord." The familiar face of Avarosa gradually emerged in Lissandra's mind.

"What similar ideas."

"But, Ash, you are wrong."

"In the face of their power, only our own strength can suppress and expel them."

Lissandra waved her hand gently, instantly wiping out the red-haired tribal warriors and the frozen tomb.

She walked slowly to the entrance of the village and looked out over the bustling area in the distance, in contrast to the warm land of the Freljord.

"Since you already possess the power of Avarosa, you are qualified to know the secrets buried beneath this land."

"Haha, it's time for the monitors to completely change your wrong ideas."

Lissandra chuckled, and her dream self set out again to find another War Mother who would inherit Serilda's power.

In the endless snow-capped mountains, a stone sentry post stands in the vast snow.

The bone-chilling cold penetrated the door and corroded the tribal warriors sleeping inside like a deathly wind.

Even covered with thick fabrics and warmed by a bonfire in the house, it still couldn't withstand the bitter cold of winter.

The tribal warrior wrapped himself in fabric, hunched his strong body, and hummed weakly.

Because his voice was no longer as high-pitched and passionate as it was in the summer, he could only make faint moans to comfort his loneliness.

What caused the tribal warriors to become like this was not the omnipresent cold wind.

It's the lack of food!

Even if there was food stored in the outpost, it could meet his daily consumption.

But the Freljord winter is too harsh.

The tribal warriors consumed food without restraint and had already eaten up all the food in the outpost.

The next time the material transport team comes to deliver food will have to wait until the evening of the day after tomorrow.

This caused the tribal warriors to become increasingly weak, their strong bodies lost their former solidity, and their eyes revealed deep helplessness.

But he had no choice but to silently endure the torture of hunger, trying to maintain his last bit of physical strength and minimize his movements.

During the long wait, the tribal warriors kept telling themselves to hold on, imagining the scene when the supply transport team arrived.

At that time, he could taste delicious food again and feel the satisfaction of being full.

Suddenly, the tribal warriors heard the sound of horse hooves and conversations coming from afar.

He raised his eyes with great effort and looked towards the door, surprise flashing in his eyes. Did the tribe notice the situation of the sentry?

For a moment, the tribal warriors became a little excited and wanted to stand up to greet the arrival of their companions.

But he was too sick to bear breathing the icy air. His messy beard was covered with white frost and his nose was covered with frozen snot.

When the tribal warrior heard the familiar voice, he wanted to open his mouth, but found that his lips were already blue and cracked.

His legs and hands had long since lost strength, and he even stopped shaking and lost consciousness.

"hurry up!"

The tribal warrior felt that he had to surrender to the winter, the cold would take his heart, and then everything would be over.

This was not the ending he wanted.

Suddenly, the tribal warriors felt the long-lost warmth and freedom.

"Towards the fertile soil! Towards the sunshine!"

"The great Warmother Sejuani will lead us to victory!"

The lyrics vaguely slipped into his mind, praising the Winter Claw tribe and the great War Mother Sejuani.

When the tribal warriors opened their eyes, they saw pastures instead of ice and snow.

He could feel the warm summer breeze blowing across his face, and his nose was filled with the aroma of wheat.

Buzz!Buzz!

A subtle magical energy suddenly appeared.

Lissandra descended to this snowy outpost guided by a dream.

She looked at the extinguished campfire on the ground and at the tribal warrior lying sick on the bed.

Lissandra could see the death creeping slowly through his fingers and toes.

He will never wake up again. This is his last dream, and he will never be ravaged by the winter again.

Lissandra placed her left hand on his shoulder. No one should have to face death alone.

"Your people are waiting for you, friend," she whispered.

"Just lie down in the tall grass. I'll watch over you while you rest."

The tribal warrior raised his eyes to look at his companion who appeared in front of him, smiled and nodded.

He looked much younger, then he gently closed his eyes and disappeared.

Lissandra lingered on the edge of the tribal warriors' dreams until finally the dreams were no more.

"Sejuani, the Warmother of the Winter Claw tribe, Serilda's successor." Lissandra withdrew her spiritual power and whispered softly.

"They were fighting against the bear tribe on the snowy plains, and they were inseparable."

"So, no one has discovered the abnormality of the old god Volibear yet."

"Well, Udyr seems to be aware and alert, but given his character, he needs to protect the Winter Claw tribe and Sejuani."

"It is impossible to travel alone to the icy basin where the old god Volibear resides."

Lissandra vaguely learned about the situation of the Winter Claw tribe through the dreams of the tribal warriors.

Since the smoke of the Second Freljord War, the Winter's Claw tribe has been entangled with the Ursine of the Old God Volibear.

The bloody conflict between the two has raged for four long summers, nearly engulfing all of the southeastern region of the Freljord.

As Lissandra was immersed in this information, she felt an inexplicable worry and throbbing deep in her soul.

"Hmm? It's where the old god Volibear is. Someone accidentally broke in?"

Lissandra looked surprised. As soon as she thought of the old god Volibear, something went wrong with her location.

Such coincidences made her a little confused about the arrangement of fate, but she knew that now was not the time to delve into it.

The situation was urgent, and Lissandra did not hesitate to use the power of dreams again, left the post at her feet, crossed the long distance, and headed straight for the ice and snow basin.

Infecting the old god Volibear is the most important part of Lissandra's plan, and she even does not hesitate to cooperate with the Black Rose.

There was no way she would allow the old god Volibear to revive so easily and restore the wild ancient ways.

Not to mention the hatred between the two thousands of years ago.

Now, below the Frostguard Fortress, the restless watchers were like poisonous snakes in the shadows, and the pressure they brought made it difficult for her to breathe.

Lissandra needs to grow in power.

Only by becoming stronger can you gain a firm foothold in this game of fate and ensure that your plans can be implemented smoothly.

Thunderstorm.

Winter in the Freljord is the most hostile environment.

The wind was howling, lightning was flashing and thunder was roaring, and every falling snowflake could cause blood to form.

Lissandra descended to the ice and snow basin using the dream coordinates that she had anchored long ago.

The body that merged into the dream was an out-of-control beast spirit walker in the form of a giant gray bear.

The whispered words fell into Lissandra's ears, composing a melodious and pious prayer, praising the old god Volibear.

When Lissandra heard this, she showed an expression of extreme disgust.

Her memory of Volibear as a creature of hatred was one of the few that stuck.

Lissandra tried, but was unable to rid the Freljord of the Old God Volibear and the Wild Way.

No matter how thoroughly we deal with them, they will always come back to life.

Rumble!

Dark purple lightning struck the bear forms of the Beast Walkers, again and again, as if awakening the wild magic in their bodies.

Lissandra plans to use dreams to find information about the person who broke in here.

After a while.

In the memory of the Spirit Walker, Lissandra saw the figure of Huo Jixing and the red-gold flames that covered the sky.

"God? The old god who revived in the North?"

Although Lissandra lost her vision and could not see anything.

But she can get a glimpse of what happened through dreams and other people's memories.

In the chaotic memory of the Beast Walker, Lissandra seemed to have witnessed with her own eyes that Huo Jixing was slaughtering terrifying monsters such as the Sorrowful Beasts wantonly.

These horrific monsters are experiments carefully created by Lissandra using the power of True Ice and the Void.

They are extremely powerful, but are also eroded by the void. They cannot obey anyone's orders and can only act according to their wild instincts.

That's why Lissandra placed them in the Ice Basin.

It can prevent anyone from destroying the sacrificial circle that resurrects Volibear.

"etc.!"

Lissandra frowned, suddenly remembering the Protoss talent that the Black Rose leader LeBlanc had mentioned.

"Is it him, the man of destiny of the Noxian Empire, Huo Jixing, who the Cuifa Legislative Assembly has high hopes for?"

"It must be him, who can ignore Volibear's pressure and kill the Sorrow Beast so easily."

Lissandra took small steps forward based on the memory fragments of the Spirit Walker, searching for any remaining traces in this thunder-filled chaos.

She didn't want to expose herself so quickly, at least that's what she thought before the old god Volibear resurrected.

As Lissandra moved forward, she sensed something strange happening.

It is the body of the Beast Spirit Walker.

Thick black liquid flowed from the plush face, and the jaw stretched and elongated, turning into a huge mouth full of fangs.

The nails darkened into claws, and it looked neither human nor bear, but something completely different.

"Who is inside me?"

A deep and hoarse voice boomed in the dream, like lightning across the sky.

Lissandra's expression paused, and she noticed that the beast walker she controlled suddenly turned its head and fixed its gaze on her.

"It's you, my defeated opponent!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Lissandra realized she was facing the incarnation of Volibear himself.

"How is it possible? You can actually ignore the power of the void?"

Lissandra cried out in surprise and was about to take action. She pulled up the sharp True Ice Spike in her dream, but found that the eyes of the Beast Walker had turned bloody red.

The aura of the descending Volibear also became chaotic, and his black claws danced randomly.

"Haha, it turns out that I was just awake occasionally. I was affected by the void after all."

Lissandra looked at the violent thunder in the distant mountains and laughed softly.

"Watcher, the power of the void!"

"You will also have to taste the pain I have endured for thousands of years!"

As Lissandra whispered, dark red blood slowly flowed from the towering mountains, infecting the ice and snow world.

What followed was the rumbling sound of thunder that echoed through the sky.

The physical embodiment of the Thunderstorm, Volibear, is returning to the Freljord to bring wild magic back to the world.