Although Lisanjo couldn't see it, she could learn about the darkness hidden under the ice.

In the already black icicles, the moving shadows were swimming in it, like a pack of wolves surrounding her.

Lisandrao did not approach because the darkness in it could break into the world at any time if attracted by flesh and blood. She waited until the second slight sound of water dripping spread in the empty hall and was heard by her ears hiding under her hood.

She estimated the time when the monitor woke up from breaking the ice from the interval between two drops of water. This result made her cold all over. Zhen Bing melted faster and faster, and she had to hurry up and act.

She left the Hall of Nine Lords and returned to the center of the main castle above the abyss.

"Madam Ice and Dark, look." She passed the gate guarded by the Frost Guard and a Frost Priest presented her with a paper Enuk roll.

She opened the scroll and carefully recorded the recent movements of the Winter Claws.

The conqueror condensed by Cerida's will happened to form an alliance with the murderer who caught her eyes blinded.

This is not good news. In Lisangzhuo's opinion, this action has been out of place and must be corrected.

However, she was not worried that the Claw of Winter would turn the spear head and attack first, because the Frost Guard Fortress was hidden in the rugged glaciers, and many people who gathered troops to level the place. After seeing the natural dangers in the fortress, most of them returned in disappointment.

The claws of Winter, which lack food, must be more inclined to plunder Avarosa, who is rich in supplies. Whatever is lacking is always Freljode's tradition.

Now it seems that Avarosa seems to be on the disadvantaged side, and Lisandra decided to help them to use it to balance the Claw of Winter.

She returned to her secret room where two erected ice coffins were sealed, including her two sisters.

Zhenbing never melted, and they were perfectly frozen at this moment in a battle posture of being ready. Zhenbing could actually kill the Iceborne, as long as there were enough, it could be trapped in it. But they were not frozen to death, but suffocated to death.

Because she was worried that the power of the surveillance would pollute the pure bodies of the two sisters, Lisangzhuo had divided them from the battlefield a long time ago. He brought them back to the fortress above the abyss to keep for her memory, and expressed his regret in the silent night without anyone.

She first came to her elder sister Serelda. She had short hair, heroic posture, and her exposed arms were powerful. But she went straight and eventually lost to the scheming Twilight of Hatsuki.

Then she walked up to her second sister Avarosa, who had long hair draped over her shoulders, carefully woven braids passed through her temples, and wore an ice and snow crown on her head. She was the most popular among the three sisters.

Every time she walked here, Lisangzhuo could feel their eyes falling on him, as if their heroic spirit was asking him why he did such a thing to them.

And whenever this happens, Lisangzhuo will think that maybe tell them the matter earlier and let the three sisters face it together, and the ending may not be like this now.

But history has been engraved in the glaciers and can never be changed back.

"Oh my bad old man, let me help you." Lisangzhuo put aside his useless thoughts, opened his fingers and brushed across the ice, allowing Zhenbing's coldness to connect himself with Avarosa.

This time, she no longer saw the outside world through the human eyes. Instead, she could see more clearly through the eagle's eyes.

Ice eagles flew through the blue sky, slapped the frost on their wings. The towering and continuous mountains nearby told Lisangro that this was the junction with emerging southern countries. This was a land where grass could grow, and the ice and snow melted. Although it was not a sunny pasture, it was already the closest place known to the pastures of Frelljord tribes.

Through her sharp hawk's eyes, she saw exotic soldiers in fine steel armor on the vast land, leaning on the power of pulleys, wooden chariots and countless bulls, pushing batches of huge pale stone pillars into the ice field. These pillars look like stones but not stones, like trees but not trees, blocking the magic power around them.

While Lisangzhuo was surprised, he continued to watch.

The soldiers in silver-white armor, led by a commander holding a big sword, encountered Avarosa's large army, but abnormally, they did not fight because of this.

Lisandra saw the person he wanted to meet - the idealist who was born in the Avarosa tradition, and with the same wise eyes as her, he met the commander of the foreign soldiers.

After a brief conversation, the soldiers began to unload the thick ropes from the bulls and return to their territory with the herd. The furnacemen of Avarosa acted one after another, drove the Enuk group to take over the southern bulls, pulled the pulley trucks, and brought the huge wood back to their town.

Lisangzhuo left Bingying's eyes and returned to his body.

She temporarily gave up the idea of ​​helping Avarosa until she found out the intention of the Avarosa people to trade with foreign countries, or waited for the frost priests she had placed in the Avarosa tribe to send secret reports.

Those furnaces made her vaguely feel that this incident involved another old god. Through the hollowness in her eyes, she seemed to see an unprecedented snowstorm approaching.

...

"Willonp, run quickly! Grab that Poluo!"

In the snow and ice, the words "child" suddenly came out with cheerful laughter and a roar full of wisdom.

A strange furry creature was carrying a little boy on his back, trotting along a string of small footprints on the snow with a cute step.

Frightened Poluo ran all the way, while the humanoid creatures behind him were chasing it slowly, as if they were very enjoying the fun of chasing.

"Hurry up, Withorn! I really want to see you pushing me on your head and I pushing a Poluo on your head. We stack the pagoda, that must be very interesting! Draw the sword, Withorn, I will pierce the mountain wind!"

The boy's idea conveyed to Willower aroused its interest. It ran on all four feet and soon caught up with Poluo and held it in his hand.

The little boy took the panicked Polo from Willower and then pressed it against it with an innocent smile.

The sudden "big face" was so scared that Poluo buried his head in his pink belly, but the incomprehensible sounds kept coming from his ears made it feel that the little boy did not want to hurt it, but wanted to play with it.

Poluo, who felt the love, quickly opened his heart and started playing with the little boy on Willowon's furry belly.

At this moment, Will Trump, who was lying on his back, letting a low growl interrupted the cheerful atmosphere.
Chapter completed!