He Comes From the Void

Under severe anxiety, Kaisha lost sleep and tossed and turned in bed all night.

They waited like this until the evening of the next day, when they went to the audience hall. Sure enough, Lissandra was listening to the priests' reports in the hall. The two waited for a while, and entered the hall to talk to Lissandra after the meeting was over.

Lissandra sat upright on the throne, with a heavy hood covering her eyes, from which only her cold lips could be seen.

"Witch, I heard that the seal of the Hall of the Nine is loose? Is it true?" Kahn asked before coming to the steps.

"yes."

"What's going on now?"

"The damaged part of the seal cannot be repaired, but it will take some time for the monitor to break through all nine icicles. I can't tell how long this time will be, but it has become restless in the dream, and may wake up at any time." Come."

The monitors are connected to each other, and if one of them wakes up, the others will wake up one after another.

"Then what can you do?" Kaisha asked.

"I've already said the method. If you want to strengthen the seal, you can only use Zhenbing. Either ask the ice crystal phoenix for help, or find ice and snow gems."

"Change the way of thinking, don't just think about sealing the Void Monitor, why can't we kill it?" Kahn said: "The weak point of the monitor is behind the pupil, as long as we can find a giant weapon that can go deep into that place , will kill him.”

"Are the Mortis stones big enough? But did they kill the Watcher again?" Lissandra said, the Watcher whose one eye was pierced by several Mortis stones is still alive.

"Why do stone thorns made of granite kill the monitor? It's like the thorn wall you erected on the abyss. Do you think a pile of stones can block the monitor?" Kahn retorted.

"We don't have such a weapon. The urgent thing to delay is to find a way to hold the watcher down before we have time to forge this weapon for us."

"Okay. You procrastinate as long as you can, and we will find a way." It's useless to say more, and Kahn left the audience hall. He knew that staying here would not be of any help to the matter.

"Where are we going now?" A confused Kai'Sa couldn't help asking after leaving the audience hall.

"Go and find the Ice Crystal Phoenix."

"Then do you know where she is?"

Kahn shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I heard that she appeared in front of the new leader of the Avarosa tribe, Warmother Ashe. Maybe she knows where Anivia is."

...

The two passed through the wormhole and came to the south from the north of the Freljord. The climate here is obviously much warmer, the ice and snow are no longer so cold, and it looks bright under the sunlight.

This is a land where grass can grow, and the ice and snow here will melt. It wasn't a sunny pasture, but it was as close to a pasture as the tribes of the Freljord knew.

Kahn turned over and climbed onto a rock. The snow on the ground had not completely melted, and the blue grass and the white snow were connected continuously, forming a boundary line that was not very obvious. He saw the herd of Ernuk scattered on the grass, using their noses to pierce the snow, digging out the grass roots that had quietly grown all winter from the frozen soil below, chewing slowly, the pregnant cows looked like very fertile.

"We've arrived. This is Avarosa's territory." Seeing the herd, Kahn told Kai'Sa with certainty.

Binding the herd to the Avarosa tribe might sound stereotypical, but it's not without reason.

The looters in the north disdain farming and grazing. They think farming, fishing and animal husbandry will only wear down people's will and turn people into weak prey.

They hunt powerful beasts and plunder the fruits of labor of the weak, believing that the strong deserve the best and the weak only deserve to survive under their kindness.

The cold north does not have the conditions for farming, fishery and animal husbandry, and the southerners only develop agriculture, animal husbandry and fishery according to local conditions. This land is already barren. If everyone plunders it, who will produce it?

But there is one thing that is not wrong, because the work is based on production, lack of fighting and struggle, and there are often many people who are not good at fighting in the tribes in the south. Once there is a battle between the tribes, they are all weak and lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The appearance of Ashe changed their destiny. This powerful and benevolent war mother did not despise their weakness, and protected many Fuhu tribes scattered all over the country, and thus became famous.

Abandoning the traditional way of enslaving those people, she chose to accept those desperate as full members of her new tribe.

She united the weak, and then used her influence to form alliances with many powerful and rich southern tribes, making the alliance she led a force to be reckoned with.

But now, the entire south is unified by Ashe, and only the southerners can graze, so it is normal for Kahn to bind the herd with Avarosa.

"There's someone there." Kai'Sa looked around, pointing to a gray-haired old man sitting on a rock in the distance. weirdo.

"Go and ask for directions." Kahn took a closer look. There was only one living person around, so he put away his skin armor, wrapped it in a fur coat, and walked towards the old man.

Hearing their footsteps, Lao Zhu turned his head and looked at them curiously, and Kahn was also observing him.

Although the old man had gray hair, he was tall and his arms were strong and powerful, thicker than his thighs. In the wilderness, but only holding a twisted cane in his hand, he is not afraid of encountering wolves or predators, which seems a bit bold for a skilled person.

And he was accompanied by a large group of poro, all of which were furry little guys with white fluff, they stayed on the snow and blended with the snow, and they couldn't be seen from a distance.

Kahn was so excited by this scene that he forgot his prepared lines. Just imagine, a macho looking after a group of cute creatures with kindness and kindness, the contrast is really too great.

"This is a Poro, haven't you seen it?" the old man said with a smile.

"I've seen it, but I haven't seen such a large group." Kahn replied awkwardly, feeling something pressing on his feet.

Looking down, a poro sticking out its tongue, rubbed against his feet like a dog, and lay on its back on his feet, showing the love on its belly, wagging its tail non-stop.

Kaisha knelt down and touched it, the snow-white fluff felt so good. She couldn't help laughing when she saw the little poro riding on top of the big poro like a stack of arhats.

"These little guys are so cute."

"Which tribe do you belong to?" the old man asked first.