The waitress first brought Jeno and them a special drink from the drunken tavern, and Jeno picked up the ice-blue steel mixture and put it in front of him to appreciate it.

To be honest, he didn't know much about wine, but he could smell magic in it. Freljord is not the first tavern to be a land of magic that uses magical ingredients to make drink.

Brewmaster Gulagas, a lover of highly distilled ale, uses the magic of ice shards to soak the waters of the Arctic Regions to create a wine that everyone will love.

He had fought against the tribes who had come to form an alliance in Ash's territory, and a set of meat, eggs, onions, and chickens had beaten the two tribes. Later, however, he used wine to convince both tribes and led to an alliance. Gulagas became the hero, and Ash became the biggest winner.

It's just that Gulagas's quest for fine wine never ends, so he left Ash's territory to find the ingredients to make the best wine.

"Good wine! The entrance is crisp and the aftertaste is long! Jano came back to his senses, and Jax took off his mask and was already clinking glasses with Sarah Ezreal and the others.

"When the wine comes up, it will warm up." Sarah took a big sip, propped her chin with one hand, closed her eyes to reveal a subtle expression of endless reverie, and her moist red lips were extremely seductive.

"Doesn't this thing really grow chest hair when you drink it?" While others were drinking, Sindra was hesitant to hold her glass. Like her was Kai'Sa, who was trying to drink for the first time.

"That's the boss joking, serious you lose." Sarah glanced meaningfully at Syndra's chest, then continued to drink her own.

Sensing provoked, Sindra took a big sip before immediately choking and coughing.

"Why is it so cold!"

"When the wine comes up, it will be warm." Sarah said.

Jeno also took a few sips, the taste of steel and medicine was very special, and one sip carved the coldness of Freljord into his bones, making it as hard as ice. But sadly, he didn't feel any signs of swelling in his body. It seems that increasing the size of the body or something is an advertising effect, and it should not be taken seriously.

The group chatted and drank, and when Ernuk's beef ribs were served, everyone picked up knives and forks to divide the huge ribs. Jeno also used the spice bottle to adjust the flavor of one of the pieces, one original flavor and one strong fragrance, so that everyone's taste can be satisfied.

Just when a few people were drinking happily and the atmosphere was in full swing, an old man suddenly broke into the tavern.

He came in with a blizzard, his gray beard covering his chest, his eyes large and small, and as soon as he entered the door, he put a hand on the shoulder of the waitress and asked her to give him a bottle of steel mixture to ward off the cold.

"Old Boujelson, it's time for a drink again." The kind tavern owner saw the regular customer and immediately greeted him.

"It's snowing outside, so I'll come in and hide." Boyerson shook off the snowflakes and took the glass from the waitress: "Thank you for the wine, this is the only consolation I have now." ”

"This wine is not for you, you have to tell your stories as we have said. Tell me, what story did you bring today? ”

"That's what I've seen and heard, it's true, it's not a story I made up!"

Buffelson tried to explain, but one of the Iceborn waited impatiently and crudely urged. They were counting on the arrival of old Boujelson to add a little bit of conversation to the table of drinkers.

"Don't be funny, you old fool, just take a sip and start talking drunk? Hurry up, the boss gave you this glass of wine because he saw that you were pitiful, otherwise do you think the story you made up is very good? ”

"Alas......" Bujelson sighed, took another sip of wine, and slowly spoke as he met the eyes around him.

Bujelson was an elderly wanderer who had traveled with one of his own wanderers to many places in Freljord. But a few months before he arrived at the tavern, he was left alone, and on the way back he encountered many dangers. He recounted his story in the tavern, but few seemed to believe it.

But even so, the tavernkeeper was willing to help him in his own way. Buffelson gets a job-like storyteller at the tavern, where he can tell stories to tavern guests in exchange for unlimited refills.

I have to say that the tavern owner is a very good person. It not only helped others, but also increased the revenue for the tavern. Although people don't believe that what Bujelson said is true, they have to deny that this old guy made it up quite like that.

"Where was the last time you said it? Oh...... I reached the far north of Freljord, and found a new continent of ice and snow, a place where Anivia's wings had never reached. We thought we were famous for our new discoveries, but when we arrived in the New World, we found that we had stepped into a white hell.

There was no known life on that cold place, except for a gigantic mystical creature. The beasts looked like goats, but their faces had no features, only huge horns and a hollow blue one-eyed that was bubbling out with cold frost, each as tall as a mountain. They walk on all fours, roaming aimlessly across the continent from Freljord.

I was the first to take a closer look, and it passed right in front of me, its huge hooves crushing me into a patty. But because of this, I passed through the thick frost fog, and I was horrified to find that its drooping 'wool' was actually upside-down ice cubes, and the 'veins' on its body were like human limbs......

As I tried to figure out what it was, my party was attacked by a mysterious creature - a beam of annihilation came at us, and when I crawled out of the rubble, I found a scar on the ground that surrounded me. Where the companions had stood, there were now only simmering ashes. And in the distance, a huge shadow looms by......

I'm sorry for what happened, I call these creatures the unfortunate flovers. If you guys watched it that day, don't hesitate! Immediately! Run! ”

Bujelson had to pause and take a sip of his wine to calm himself down, his face horrified. If these are all made up by him, then his acting skills are too strong.

Hearing this, Jeno became interested. The continent north of Freljord that is not recorded on the map is probably the Arctic continent of Runeterra.

But how did the gigantic creatures he described that emit annihilating light sound so much like void creatures?

Is there really a race of void creatures that he didn't know existed on the uninhabited continent north of the map?