Void Beetle Evolution Guide

A huge hood with long horns covered her eyes, making it seem as if she was looking up at a statue in front of her that looked exactly like her.

The waterfall flowing from the statue's eyes has been completely frozen by the severe cold, like tears solidified by time, silently telling stories of the past.

"Master Patriarch, I have brought the people here."

Portier bowed her head respectfully on the frozen bridge surface. At this moment, she had lost her previous arrogance and her voice was full of humility and awe.

The leader of the Frostguard, the chieftain of the Ice Sons, the Lady of Ice and Darkness, the Goddess of Walking in Dreams, and the Frost Witch...these are all nicknames for Lissandra.

She, like the Children of Ice who were responsible for providing food to the fortress, was an adopted abandoned child.The plum blossoms are not in the sky, the forest is not in the sky......

"It took a lot longer than planned." Lissandra's voice was like the ice that had not melted for thousands of years, carrying the endless chill of the abyss. She was not sleeping as the frost priest said, but was waiting for Portier here.

Hearing this, Portier was terrified and trembling slightly. He quickly explained, "Something unexpected happened. The helpers that Ashe found were much stronger than I thought."

"The news shouldn't have leaked out, right?" Lissandra tilted her head slightly. Although her eyes could not be seen, the vigilance in her words was clearly felt.

"No, I have been keeping an eye on them." Portier said hastily to prove his loyalty. "It's just that they came here to seek cooperation, and out of consideration for your face, they didn't intend to leak it out."

"I saw it in my dream. You gained the ability to restore the True Ice from them. Prove it to me." After saying this, Lissandra threw out a piece of black ice. The black ice drew an arc in the air and flew towards Portier.

Portier held the black ice in her mouth, but she couldn't use the skin armor ability in her dragon form, so she changed back to human form.

In fact, her inability to change her form freely before was fake. She was pretending to be weak on purpose so that Kassadin and the others would let down their guard and find a chance to escape.

But she didn't expect the Wild Hunt to follow her closely, not giving her any chance to take advantage. Even at this time, she couldn't help but wonder if the Wild Hunt was secretly watching her?

Somehow, Portier failed to alert Lissandra that the Wild Hunt might be watching their every move.

Ever since Lissandra summoned her to meet her on this bridge in her last dream, she had a bad feeling in her heart.

Under the bridge is where the Watcher sleeps, and with the new abilities she gained from the Wild Hunt, she has become Lissandra's lifeline. If you put yourself in her shoes, Lissandra will definitely entrust her with an "important task".

Portier had been thinking about how to escape this deadly mission, and finally she remembered that the Wild Hunt had once asked her if she wanted to rescue her from Lissandra.

Although she didn't take it seriously at the time, that sentence was like a seed planted quietly in her heart, sprouting a glimmer of hope. Although this glimmer of hope was weak, it gave her a little expectation in this cold and depressing atmosphere.

"You look much better like this. It seems those people are quite capable. We could use some cooperation." Lissandra turned around. She was unaware of Portier's anxiety at the moment and gave her evaluation of her human form.

The huge hood covered her eyes, and no one knew how she sensed the changes in Portier's appearance.

Following her instructions, Portier used his skin armor to absorb the void corruption in the black ice, successfully restoring the black ice into pure true ice.

"That's right. I'm sending you down to guard the Watcher now, and at the same time use this ability to purify the black ice. I want to see the results after a while." Lissandra took the True Ice and felt it in her dark-skinned hands, then gave the order with satisfaction.

"Chief, but..." Portier was embarrassed and hesitated. She had just returned, and Lissandra was so impatient to send her down.

"No buts. It's time for you to repay the hundreds of years of nurturing." Lissandra's voice was unquestionable, revealing a cold majesty.

Portier was in despair. Was that hellhole a place for people to stay? What was the difference between leaving her there and being in prison? If this ability to purify the black ice was really effective, would she be imprisoned there forever, accompanied by the terrifying watcher day and night, with no hope of escaping?

Thinking of this, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a deep sense of helplessness and fear surged in her heart. But she didn't dare to refuse at all, otherwise Lissandra would definitely put iron chains through her bones and nail her to the bottom of the abyss, purifying black ice day after day and suffering torture.

Finally, she had no choice but to bow to reality. Under Lissandra's nonexistent cold gaze, she transformed back into dragon form again, her huge dragon body slowly turned around, crossed the bridge below, and fell rapidly towards the bottom of the Howling Abyss.

The howling wind formed a vortex, whipping and howling mercilessly, and her tears froze the instant they flowed out of her eyes.

Perhaps, this is her inescapable fate...

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Led by three high-level priests, Kassa and his party visited the Frostguard Fortress and stopped in front of a huge hall inside the main castle.

"where is this place?"

Kassa pointed at the open door of the hall. Looking from the outside, many huge ice branches rising from the ground occupied most of the hall. They branched upwards in a regular pattern, crossing and closing to form a vault above the hall, leaving a huge open space below that could accommodate thousands of people standing at the same time.

And in the center of the hall, under the largest ice fork, there is a black ice throne carved on twenty-seven circular steps.

Kai'Sa's intuition told her that this hall must be an important place used by Lissandra to hold some kind of event.

The priests took a look and told Kassa that this was the audience hall of Frostguard Hold, where Lissandra spent most of her waking hours.

In this hall, she issued cold edicts, listened to the reports of the priests... and judged the heresy among the tribes. Later, Lissandra would most likely meet with them here.

"Most of the time awake... Is Lissandra often asleep?" Sephy asked, yawning.

"The chieftain is a goddess walking in dreams, shouldering the responsibility of appeasing the watchers, and also issuing various omens to people. Sometimes she has to travel back and forth hundreds of times in one night, and often forgets where she fell asleep and where she woke up, so I ask for your forgiveness." Kassa had said it before, and now the priests were no longer hiding it. There was no point in concealing it.

From this passage, we can infer that in order to travel back and forth in dreams, Lissandra spends most of her time every day either sleeping or on the way to sleep, and she does not have a fixed place to sleep.

It can be said that the Frost Witch sleeps anywhere, everywhere, and everywhere.

Chapter 266 Collection Room and Howling Abyss

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The stone pillars around were inlaid with crystals that emitted cold light, which continued to illuminate the walls of the temple. Several people followed the priest through the inner halls and corridors and came to a secret private room on the upper floor of the main castle.

As soon as the door opened, a chilly air blew in my face, like the smell of a meat freezer.

Kassa followed the priest into the stone chamber. The first thing she saw was many windows on the circular ceiling. The runes engraved on them could control the energy of many celestial bodies.

In front of him was a staircase extending downwards. The room was dark. The light of the frosty moon and cold stars cast into the stone chamber. Thousands of black icicles shaped like coffins protruded from the snow-covered ground.

They are like giant black teeth, growing out from the bottom of the deep valley, as if they want to swallow the sky.

Several priests went down the stairs and walked slowly in this unique ice and stone formation, winding through the cracks between the ice crystals.

The night sky can be seen here, but compared to other cold places, Ashe feels that this place is as quiet as a mausoleum and lifeless.

They followed him down the stairs and came to the ice and stone formation. As Fang approached, she was suddenly startled by what she saw in the icicles.

In each black icicle, there was a person frozen in a half-dream, half-dead state, mumbling among the ice crystals and boulders.

The characters sealed in the ice stone are also strange and varied. Among them are the ancient troll king, a human knight in mottled armor, a thief holding a jewel dagger, and almost all kinds of characters.

They come from all over the world and from different eras, but one thing they have in common is that they are all frozen in time and space, trapped between dreams and death.

The moment you wake up from a dream is the moment you die.

"This collection room is one of the tribe leader's favorite places. She always comes to take a look before she falls asleep." A priest said lightly.

"Why are these people sealed here? Did they do something wrong?" Ashe asked.

She didn't know whether the situation in front of her was due to Lissandra's bad taste or something else. These people from different time and space could not have gathered together to attack Lissandra. They must have been frozen one by one and stored together in this stone chamber. This made her feel that Lissandra might have some weird and terrible hobbies.

"These are the treasures of the chieftain. They all wanted to be the hero who killed the Frost Witch, but they were frozen in time and space, repeatedly returning to the moment when they killed the so-called Frost Witch." Speaking of Lissandra, a priestess answered with an admiring and fanatical tone, "Such diverse people united under the same action goal, they are all heroes! We should thank these 'heroes', because with their dedication, our chieftain can have a constant source of inspiration to create dreams."

"What do you mean?" It turned out that this was really a cemetery. Ashe felt terrified, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet up to her heart.

These priests brought them here obviously to intimidate and warn them that this would be the fate of anyone who wanted to kill Lissandra.

"The nightmares they have in torture will lull other restless people to sleep, and dreams are the last line of defense of this world. The more the better." The leading priest answered in an old voice.

The priest spoke very cryptically, and Ashe didn't quite understand what he wanted to say. In the end, it was not until the Wild Hunter came out to explain it that Ashe understood.

It turns out that these heroes are different from ordinary people. It is better for them to become carriers of dreams than to die in vain.

After all, if Lissandra relies on herself to create dreams, her inspiration will run out sooner or later. When the Watcher gets tired of the dreams she creates and suddenly wakes up, the consequences will be disastrous.

The stronger the willpower of these heroes, the more real the dreams they create. These real dreams can provide Lissandra, who is walking in the dream, with endless inspiration to alleviate urgent needs.

Kasha and his party did not stay in the collection room full of ice sculptures for too long. Each ice sculpture has a story behind it, and the priests are so familiar with them that it would take three days and three nights to introduce them all.

"Can you take us to the Howling Abyss? I've always been curious about how big the trench dug by old Ornn is?" Kai'Sa took the initiative to offer to go and see where the Watcher was sealed. This was her main purpose for coming here.

"We can take you there, but you can only watch from afar on the bridge," the priest replied.

"Okay, when in Rome, do as the Romans do." Kaisa shrugged. She knew that the bottom of the abyss was where the Watchers were sealed, and Lissandra would never let her get close to that place rashly, so she accepted the other party's request.

They followed the priest to the main gate of the castle. The soldiers guarding the gate immediately pushed the huge and heavy door open a crack. The howling cold wind rushed in and messed up their hair.

The Frost Guards showed no curiosity or contempt for the visitors, and there was no communication at all. Kassa was sure that they were not blind, but they did not even exchange a simple glance. They stood in the cold wind, guarding the towering walls.

The Frostguard's faith in Lissandra is harsh and cold, and the oath requires them to obey blindly, freeze, and bleed. No one dared to ask or question the guest Lissandra wanted to see, which shows how firm their faith is.

"This bridge..." Listening to the sound of the wind like the wailing of a banshee, Kassa walked through the heavy door and was immediately shocked by the huge stone bridge in front of her.

She had never seen such a huge bridge, and it was built over such a deep abyss.

The stone bridge spans across the Howling Abyss with a span of a kilometer. Its structure is not a simple straight structure. The spider-web-shaped branches and viaducts extending from the main trunk make it look more like an open-air temple, worshiping the black ice statues of the three sisters Avarosa, Serilda and Lissandra on the bridge.

This was also the oldest bridge she had ever seen, built long before the first sun disk was erected. It was said that the three sisters begged the god of casting, Ornn, to build it, so it could stand here for such a long time. Kassa was also willing to believe this, because she couldn't imagine how humans could build such a huge bridge out of thin air over the abyss.

"How deep is this abyss..." Kassa came to the bridge head and looked down. The howling wind in the mountain stream could not blow away the thick fog. She could not see the situation at the bottom of the abyss, and did not know how deep this howling abyss was.

"How deep is the Howling Abyss? It is so deep that it reaches the deepest and most secret wounds in the world." The priest replied.

"Hmm." Ignoring the priest who was pretending to be mysterious, Kassa also discovered that the bridge she was on was not the only bridge across the gap.

As they walked on the bridge, they could see several other bridges at different heights and levels, but they were all wrapped tightly in distance, fog, and darkness like a shroud, and they could not see the bridges clearly.

"Legend has it that Leon only built one bridge for the three sisters, how come there are so many more..." Feeling that there might be more bridges hidden in the darkness, Ashe's expression became solemn.

"Perhaps it was the three sisters' sudden request to build a few more bridges that caused Ornn to no longer be willing to help." Ashe was stunned by the Wild Hunter's sudden humor.

This explanation is okay...but the number of bridges is enough to show that the Howling Abyss is so large that multiple bridges are needed to ensure surveillance coverage.

In addition to the bridge, at key points along the Howling Abyss, the Frost Guard also built huge spike defenses on the cliffs that have stood for a thousand years.

These buildings are like huge, forked thorns growing out of the ice wall, winding through the thick fog, and are built too large to match the huge size of the Watchers.

If one day, the Watchers awaken again, these crude fortifications may buy the people above a few precious minutes, allowing them to prepare for the final battle to the best of their ability.

The few of them walked to the end of the bridge. There were many guardian statues in the palace here, as well as many teleportation portals.

The portal was made up of two stone pillars engraved with runes, with energy flowing back and forth between them. Many of them had lost part of the top stone due to long-term wind erosion, making them appear uneven.

The light film condensed by energy shows the scene on the other side of the portal, leading to various areas of the Howling Abyss, and Lissandra and her men use these portals to quickly travel between the main castle and the abyss.

If the Howling Abyss is compared to a huge spider web, then Frostguard Bastion is the spider sitting at the center of the web, and the portals on the bridge leading to various areas are the key nodes of the web.

Kassadin walked along the bridge and came to the place where Portier and Lissandra met not long ago, looking up at the black ice statues of the three sisters in front of her.

The faint wails flowing in the wind became more intense, and ice fragments hit their bodies, causing their skin armor to begin to turn white.

This was the first time she had seen an image of Lissandra; previously there had only been an ice sculpture of Avarosa in Raksstark, so she took a moment to examine it.

But when she saw that the frozen waterfall in front of Lissandra's statue was actually tears, and that this posture was meant to present her image of compassion, Kai'Sa began to feel genuine disdain in her heart.Mei has no thoughts. I have no thoughts. Lin has no thoughts...

They are just crocodile tears.

Chapter 267 Surveillance and Counter-surveillance

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The further north you go, the longer the nights become.

By the time Kassa and his companions had finished their brief tour of the Frostguard Fortress, night had already fallen.

The three high-ranking priests, upon seeing this, had them led to a spire far away from the main castle to live.

These spires look like huge ice spikes growing out of the earth, standing alone on the back of the glacier.

The cold wind howled around the tower, making sounds like ghosts and wolves howling, as if telling the unknown past of this land.

As you step into the spire, you feel a chill in your face. There is a cold light flickering on the walls. It is the faint light reflected by the ice, making the whole space seem even darker and more eerie.

Following the guidance of the guide, the group spiraled up the narrow and steep stairs, each step accompanied by a slight creaking sound from the ice beneath their feet.

Finally they came to the door, and the female warrior who led the way stood on the circular stone steps and said to them, "This is where Galakrond has arranged your accommodation. If you need anything, come find me. I live on the lower floor."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Ahri thanked with a smile. As she watched the female warrior turn around and walk down the stairs, her face instantly turned cold and she gently bumped Kassadin with her shoulder.

"Yes, did you hear that? We even sent someone to live downstairs to monitor us."

"There's something wrong with Lissandra. The Wild Hunt said she wasn't sleeping at all, but was meeting with Portil." Kassadin responded in a low voice.

She stood in the open corridor and looked around. The view was very wide. At the same time, she could see several Frost Guards patrolling various places in the main castle.

"There are so many patrol teams nearby... It seems that Frostguard Fortress is keeping a close eye on us, and there are people patrolling at all times." Ai Xiwang glanced at us and echoed.

"Lissandra still doesn't trust us and placed us in a place far away from the main castle." After using the void instinct to sense and confirm that there was no one else in the entire tower, the Wild Hunt said: "She has many secrets hidden in the main castle that she doesn't want us to know. She may not cooperate with us honestly."

"Anyway, let's go inside first. It's getting late, so any action we take will be tomorrow."

Kassadin muttered to herself, reached out and pushed open the door, and quickly glanced around the room that Lissandra had arranged for them in the darkness.

It was still the same big bunk bed she had slept on before in Lakstak. The fur blanket on the floor looked very warm, but she didn't like the decorations woven with tusks and ivory on the walls.

But it is much better than sleeping in the open air in the past few days.

On the other side of the room was a cold stone platform with an oil lamp on it. The lamp oil was made of animal fat and had long since frozen into a hard block in the cold room temperature.