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The ice puppets began to roam the battlefield, their movements stiff but swift, as if driven by some unimaginable force. Their eyes emitted a cold blue light, a clear indication of Lissandra's will - to eliminate all life.
Amidst the ravages of the ice storm, a few soldiers miraculously survived. Exhausted and covered in wounds, they struggled to escape this land of death. However, they soon realized that escaping was not so easy.
The ice golems seemed to have a sense of smell, quickly finding these survivors. In just a few seconds, these soldiers were mercilessly killed by the ice golems, their lives coming to an end in that moment.
But it's not over yet.
The bodies of the slain soldiers were quickly transformed by Lissandra's magic, turning them into new ice revenants that joined the ranks of the undead army.
Before long, the area where Darius and Gragas had been crushed by boulders was filled with ice revenants. They stood there like a group of cold statues, each one exuding a deadly threat.
At this moment, the battlefield is no longer a vibrant land, but has become a true land of death, everything is under the control of Lissandra.
Lissandra's projection appears particularly cold in the dim room, her smile seems to freeze the air, sending shivers down one's spine. "The soldiers you've brought in are indeed excellent material," she says slowly, each word crafted from frost, cold and merciless, cutting through the tense atmosphere in the room.
Her gaze was as sharp as ice, slowly sliding from the projection and finally settling on LeBlanc's face. "So, tell me, would you still worry about General Darius's life like this?" Her question was not just an inquiry, but more like a provocation, a test of LeBlanc's hidden ambition.
LeBlanc smiled slightly, but this smile seemed to conceal a thousand words. Her expression revealed a hint of complex emotions - excitement, because she felt she was one step closer to her goal; satisfaction, because she had successfully made a deal with an ancient sorceress; but also a little unease, because she knew the risks and costs of this deal were extremely high. However, she cleverly concealed these emotions, not letting anyone see the turmoil in her heart.
"Being able to make a deal with an ancient witch is undoubtedly one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life," she confidently replied, her voice filled with an unquestionable certainty.
At this moment, the two locked eyes once again, like two sharp swords colliding and sparking. In this brief instant, they seemed to see each other's unknown ambitions and plans. But at the same time, they both understood that the trade was far from over, and what would happen next might far exceed their imagination and control. Therefore, despite their intense gaze, both maintained a subtle distance, as if silently warning each other: this game is far from reaching its end.
LeBlanc smiled slightly as she slowly reached into her wide robe, then pulled out a small, exquisitely designed device. This device was purchased in the high-tech market of Piltover, specifically designed for recording important information. She gently pressed a complex button on the device, causing it to emit a faint light as the lens focused on the moment when Darius fell to the ground in the projection.
With a "click," the flash of the device instantly froze that scene. The image of Darius falling to the ground was permanently stored in the high-capacity memory of this small device.
After completing this operation, Lissandra slowly extended her hand, and with a gentle wave of her fingertips, it was as if she was manipulating an invisible thread. Guided by her magic, the surveillance screen instantly disappeared, as if being sucked into a bottomless black hole, never to appear again.
The two locked eyes once more, creating an atmosphere of indescribable tension and anticipation. The air seemed to freeze, and every tiny sound became unusually clear.
LeBlanc gave Lissandra a faint smile, her expression conveying a complex array of emotions—there was anticipation for the future, contentment with the present, and even a hint of concealed unease buried deep within. Yet, she adeptly masked it all, not allowing anyone to glimpse beneath the surface.
"I hope these soldiers can fulfill your grand ambitions for you," she said slowly, each word carefully chosen, her voice carrying an air of profound ambiguity.
Lissandra heard these words, and a subtle and elusive strangeness flashed in her eyes. She knew deep down that this seemingly simple transaction was actually a highly complex psychological and strategic game. At this moment, the ambitions and plans of both parties intertwined, forming a complex and delicate balance.
The projection gradually became blurred and eventually disappeared into the air, as if it had never appeared. Lissandra's figure was gone, but the cold ice from the North seemed to still linger in every corner of the high tower, as if it were an indelible mark.
LeBlanc stood there, nodding slightly at the disappearing figure as if paying respect to an invisible opponent. Slowly, she reached into her robe and pulled out a tightly sealed bottle of potion.
She tightly gripped the potion and then violently smashed it towards the center of the room. As the bottle shattered, a burst of flame suddenly erupted, illuminating the entire room and the almost ecstatic expression on her face.
"Hahaha! I haven't felt this kind of excitement in a long time!" She stood in front of the flames, laughing heartily, her laughter filled with a nearly crazy excitement.
The flames danced in her eyes, reflecting the endless desire for power and success deep within her. In this moment, she seemed to see herself standing at the pinnacle of the entire continent, wielding supreme power and magic.
But she also knows that this is far from over. The deal with Lissandra is just one part of her complex plan, and there are more risks and challenges waiting for her ahead.
However, it is precisely this excitement and challenge that makes her feel that life is full of endless possibilities. She stands in front of the flames, letting the heat burn her soul, as if foreshadowing an upcoming drama.
And all of this is just a prelude, a prologue, paving the way for an even bigger, more dangerous game to come.
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