Although Lisandro couldn't see it, she could know the darkness lurking under the ice.

In the already black icicles, the shadows of the migratory floated in them, like wolves waiting for her.

Lisandro didn't come closer, for the darkness in it could burst into the world at any moment if it was attracted to flesh. She waited until the second faint drop of water spread through the empty hall, heard by her ears, hidden under her hood.

She estimated the time it would take for the Watcher to wake up from the ice, from the interval between the two droplets, and the result sent chills chilling her throughout. The ice was melting faster and faster, and she had to hurry up.

She left the Hall of the Nine Statues and returned to the center of the main fortress above the abyss.

"Lady Ice and Darkness, look." She passed through the gate guarded by the Frost Guard, and a Frost Priest presented her with a scroll of Ernook Skin.

She opened the scroll and took a closer look, which recorded the recent movements of Winterclaw.

The conqueror, condensed by Serilda's will, had formed an alliance with the murderer who had blinded her.

This is not good news, and in Lisandro's opinion, this move is out of line and must be corrected.

However, she was not worried that Winterclaw would turn its spear and attack first, because the Frostguard Fortress hid in the rugged glaciers, and many of the people who had gathered an army to raze it were mostly disappointed when they saw the danger of the fortress.

Winterclaw, who was starved of food, must have been more inclined to raid Avarosa, who was well-stocked. What is lacking and what is lacking has always been the tradition of Freljord.

Now it seems that Avarosa is on the underdog, and Lisandro decides to help them as a counterweight to Winter's Claws.

She returned to her chamber, where two erect ice coffins were sealed, including her two older sisters.

The ice never melts, and they are perfectly frozen at this moment with a fighting posture that is ready for battle. Zhen Ice can actually kill the Ice Descendants, as long as there are enough of them, enough to trap them inside. But they didn't freeze to death, they suffocated to death.

Fearing that the power of the watchers would contaminate the pure bodies of the two sisters, Lisandro had long ago separated them from the battlefield by connecting them to the Ice. Take it back to the fortress above the abyss and keep it for her to remember, and tell her remorse in the silent night when no one is around.

She came to the side of her eldest sister Serelda first, she had short hair, a heroic posture, and her bare arms were powerful. But she goes straight and eventually loses to the scheming Twilight.

Then she approached the second sister, Avarosa, who was the most beloved of the three sisters, with her long hair shawl, elaborate braids running through her temples, and a crown of ice and snow on her head.

Every time she walked here, Lisandro could feel their gaze fall on her, as if their spirits were questioning herself why she had done such a thing to them.

And whenever this happens, Lisandro thinks that maybe she should tell them about it earlier, and let the three sisters face it together, and the ending may not be the way it is now.

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

"Bad old woman, let me help you." Lisandro put aside her useless thoughts and ran her fingers across the ice, letting the cold of the ice connect her to Alvarossa.

This time, she no longer sees the outside world through the human eye. But through the eyes of the eagle, she can see more clearly.

Ice eagles flew past the blue sky, flapping the frost on their wings. The nearby towering and rolling mountains tell Lisandro that this is the junction with the emerging countries of the South. This is a land where grass can grow, and the snow and ice here sometimes melt. It's not a sunny pasture, but it's the closest thing to a pasture known to the various tribes of Freljord.

Through her sharp eagle eyes, she saw the vast land, foreign soldiers in steel armor, relying on the power of pulleys, wooden carts, and countless bulls, pushing batch after batch of huge pale stone pillars into the ice field. These pillars resemble stones rather than stones, trees rather than trees, enclosing the magic around them.

Lisandro was surprised and continued to watch.

The silver-white armored soldiers, led by a commander armed with a large sword, encountered the large force of Avarosa, but uncharacteristically, they did not fight.

Lisandro saw the man she wanted to meet—the ideal of the Avarosa lineage—and with the same wisdom as hers, she met with the commander of the foreign soldiers.

After a brief conversation, the soldiers began to unload the bull's thick rope and return to their territory with the herd. The Avarosa Stove Owners sprang into action, driving the Ernuk herd to take the place of the Southern Bulls, pulling the pulleyed wooden carts and bringing the huge batch of timber back to their town.

Lisandro left Ice Hawk's eyes and returned to her own body.

She dismissed the idea of helping Avarosa for the time being, until she figured out the Avarossa's intentions to trade with foreign lands, or until the Frost Priest she had planted in the Avarosa tribe sent a secret message.

Those furnace households made her vaguely feel that this matter involved another old god. Through the hollow in her eyes, she seemed to see that an unprecedented blizzard was approaching.

……

"Willumpu, run! Catch that Poro! ”

In the ice and snow, there was a sudden sound of children's cheerful laughter and a low roar full of wisdom.

A strange furry creature was carrying a little boy on its back, and it was trotting along a series of small footprints in the snow with its legs and cute steps.

The frightened Poro ran wildly, while the humanoids behind him chased after it unhurriedly, seemingly enjoying the chase.

"Hurry up, Willamp! I want to see you with me on your head and a Poro on your head. We stacked the pagodas, and it must have been fun! Draw your sword, Willampu, and I will pierce the mountain wind! ”

The boy's idea to Willamp piqued its interest, and it sprang up on all fours, and soon caught up with Pora and held him in his hand.

The little boy took the panicked Poro from Willumpu and slammed it in front of him with an innocent smile.

The sudden "big face" frightened Oro and buried his head in his pink belly, but the incessant incomprehensible sounds in his ears made it feel that the little boy was not trying to hurt it, but wanted to play with it.

Feeling loved, Poro quickly opened his heart and played with the little boy on the furry belly of Willump.

At this moment, Willamp, who was lying on his back, let out a low roar, interrupting the cheerful atmosphere.

The little boy looked in the direction it was pointing and saw a flying wooden boat floating in the sky not far above them.