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Just as the two of them were rushing towards each other with all their might, their fists about to collide, a powerful storm suddenly lifted up a huge rock. This rock, in the midst of the storm, seemed to come to life and flew towards them at an astonishing speed. In this extreme environment, even warriors like them couldn't react in time.
The rock struck them, creating a heavy impact. Their bodies were instantly knocked unconscious by the immense force, their consciousness gradually fading, and finally completely falling into darkness.
At that moment, their fists had not yet truly collided, but their hearts and wills had already reached a kind of wonderful resonance. Even in the moment of losing consciousness, their hearts were filled with respect and acknowledgment for each other.
The battle ended unusually due to a giant rock and a raging storm, but this did not affect the mutual respect and admiration in their hearts for the battle and for each other. In this land covered by white snow, their figures seemed to blend into the storm and the earth, becoming an indispensable part of this land.
In a dark corner of the capital of Noxus, a slender woman moves through the bustling streets at an almost elusive speed. Her face is concealed by a dark hood, revealing only a pair of purple eyes, filled with mystery and an elusive light. Her steps are resolute, each one purposeful, much like a hunter closing in on its prey.
The crowd on the street is lively, mostly discussing Noxus' military actions, particularly General Darius leading the troops to Freljord. These common people are filled with optimism and confidence about the war, as if they can already see the moment when the Noxian Empire will incorporate Freljord into its territory.
Upon hearing these words, the woman's lips curled slightly into an almost imperceptible smile. However, she did not stop in her tracks, nor did she engage in the discussion. She knew that these people only understood the surface, and the true situation and the goals she pursued were far more complex and profound than what these common people could imagine.
Finally, she arrived at the seemingly abandoned tower. This tower had been forgotten by time and history, but to her, it was a place hiding countless secrets and powers. She gently pushed open the rusty iron door and stepped into the dark and damp interior.
Inside the tall tower, it's like a maze, filled with winding corridors and hidden rooms. But she seems to know it like the back of her hand, swiftly navigating through one corridor after another, eventually arriving at a secluded room. In the center of the room, there is an ancient desk with a thick book on top.
She walks up to the desk and gently opens the book. This book is not only thick but also filled with ancient magic and secrets, the very power she craves and pursues intensely.
"Darius, you may have no idea, but this upcoming war will put you in great danger and difficulty," she muttered softly, then began reciting a passage from the book.
As she recited, a mysterious light shot out from the book, illuminating the entire dark room. The light spun around her figure, making her look even more mysterious and unattainable.
"Very soon, everything will become clear," she smiled, and a female figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the room. The silhouette of this figure was blurry, but from her cold and haughty demeanor, it was not difficult to see that she was an extremely dangerous character. Her skin was as pale as snow, and her icy gaze shone through the projection. Her waist-length white hair was often surrounded by frost, as if she were the embodiment of the Freljord's ice and snow.
" Lissandra, my dear, what I said is not false, right? I have brought you a large number of free soldiers, haven't I?" The female figure with a hood, LeBlanc, said to the projected figure. Her voice was full of unquestionable confidence and a kind of mischievous pride.
Lissandra With a cold laugh, her smile appeared even more icy and disdainful in the projection. "Indeed, you are ruthless, even making me feel inadequate. Sending your own country's soldiers to the North like garbage, that's quite a move."
LeBlanc Hearing this, a slight smirk formed at the corner of his mouth, creating a mysterious and cunning smile. "Sometimes, sacrifice is necessary, especially when the goal is so significant."
Lissandra's figure trembled slightly in the projection, as if pondering something deeply. "So, I hope you understand that this game is far from over."
LeBlanc tightly grasped a heavy book on the desk, a hint of cunning and calculation flashing in her eyes. "Oh, I know, this game has only just begun."
Lissandra lightly clapped her hands, and a cold air suddenly condensed in the air. In no time, several crows formed by ice magic flew out of nowhere, circling around Lissandra as if they were her loyal attendants.
Then, she elegantly raised one hand, and a crow quickly flew onto her hand, its eyes shimmering with a mysterious light. Lissandra smiled slightly, and then squeezed it tightly.
The crow burst open in an instant, turning into a mass of frost and ice. These frost and ice condensed in the air to form a projection, displaying the scene that the crow had just been monitoring. The image showed Darius and Gragas on the battlefield in Freljord, as well as their intense fighting.
Lissandra carefully observed the images, a hint of satisfaction and calculation flashing in her eyes. "It seems that this war is even more interesting than we anticipated," she murmured softly, then dispersed the frost projection in her hand, letting it turn into a gust of cold wind that disappeared in the dark room. Turning back to the projection of LeBlanc, she said, "This game has only just begun." Her voice was filled with an indescribable confidence and anticipation, as if she could already see the outcome of this great battle.
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