Void Beetle Evolution Guide

“It can be used as a dressing table or a writing desk.”

Kasa went over to light the lamp, and took out several blank scrolls made of Enuk leather and charcoal pencils from the drawer of the stone table. Apparently the ink would freeze here and she would not be able to write.

"It's so cold, isn't there a fireplace here?" The temperature in the room made Ahri reluctant to take off her skin armor. She pricked up her nose and sniffed around the room, only to find that the fireplace was on the floor in the middle of the room, but it was covered by a board and could not be noticed unless it was opened.

"It looks like the entrance to a sewer." Kasa also made a mistake at first glance, mistaking the iron plate for a manhole cover. When she opened it, she found that it was filled with charcoal blocks.

Kasa lit the charcoal, the flames rose, and the temperature of the room slowly rose.

When burning charcoal, you must pay attention to ventilation. There are no windows in the room. Ashe shoveled the charcoal to make it burn more vigorously while looking for vents everywhere.

"It's up there." Ahri pointed at the top of the tower. Wind blew in through the gaps in the iron railings, but the sound was very small because it was so high.

"The Wild Hunt and I plan to go out for some reconnaissance tomorrow. We can't just sit here and wait for Lissandra to summon us." Sitting around the stove, Kai'Sa told the others about her plan with a serious look on her face: "You guys stay here and cover for me. Don't let anyone get suspicious."

When Portier and Lissandra met, the Wild Hunt was present throughout the whole process. He secretly overheard the conversation between the two and passed the news to Kai'Sa, who suddenly proposed to go to the Howling Abyss to take a look.

Unfortunately, they were still a step too late. When they reached the bridge, Lissandra, who had been standing under the statue of the three sisters, had disappeared.

Kai'Sa didn't know why Lissandra pretended to sleep to delay time. Couldn't she just talk it out directly? So as to avoid wasting each other's time?

But from her perspective, they were like a group of mysterious people whose origins were unknown but who knew her secrets well. It was no wonder that she treated them with such caution.

The other party probably wants to observe them for a while. If she can find out their weaknesses, she probably won't mind letting them stay forever.

That's why Kai'Sa wanted to finish the job as quickly as possible and leave Frostguard Fortress, so as not to give Lissandra any chance.

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces.

Ahri spoke first, her eyes full of confusion: "I also think it's not advisable to stay here for long, but there are Lissandra's spies everywhere outside, and one even lives downstairs and guards the only staircase. How are you going to get out?"

"Don't forget I can turn invisible."

"But..." Talia couldn't help asking, "It's quite a distance from here to the main castle. Even if you're invisible, you'll leave footprints on the snow, right?"

Kasa pinched her chin and thought for a while, "Someone will bring the food eventually. Then we can follow that person's footprints and leave without leaving any trace."

"I'll go with you!" said Ashe on the side.

She is the person Lissandra is looking for. The sooner things are settled, the sooner she can feel at ease. She is the war mother and her people still need her.

However, her request was opposed by Kasha.

"You can't go. You are Iceborn. Lissandra can enter your dreams at any time and know our actions."

"It's okay. This isn't the first time I've come into contact with her in a dream. I'll keep this secret!"

"She is the absolute ruler of dreams. Isn't it easy for her to know what you did?"

Ash refused to give up and said, "We can go there while she is still awake."

"Then do you know when she wakes up?"

"This..." Kaisa's question left Ashe speechless for a moment. She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything, with a hint of embarrassment on her face.

"Let Ashe go too. We need an Iceborn to convince Lissandra." Wild Hunt interrupted.Mei has no song, no Mei, you sing in vain, no Lin has a song......

Portier had been sent to the Howling Abyss by Lissandra, and Ashe was the only Iceborn with skin armor left. Although Lissandra knew that they had the ability to purify black ice, it was not appropriate for him to reveal his presence too quickly. He could only pretend that he had not seen what Lissandra and Portier were doing, and then show up when he was sure he could control her and take her down in one fell swoop.

"Although I don't know when Lissandra will wake up, I can control myself from sleeping. I will be the one keeping watch tonight." In order to prove her determination, Ashe gave it her all.

Seeing her determined eyes, Kassa's cold expression softened a little and she agreed reluctantly, but she was secretly worried in her heart.

"If you don't sleep, how will the Wild Hunt and I carry out our routine tonight?"

The temperature in the room had warmed up. Several people took off their skin armor, stretched themselves, and groaned comfortably through their bones. Then they lay down on the blanket, waiting for the next day to come.

Seeing no chance here, the Wild Hunt shifted his consciousness to Portier, who was suffering in the bitter cold prison, to see how she was doing.

Chapter 268 Willing to be a Slave

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In the bottomless abyss, Portier was struggling to cling to a dark ice wall.

Under her feet was an icy platform that protruded abruptly from the cliff. It looked solid, but was actually full of dangers.

Just a few steps ahead was a bottomless abyss. The endless darkness seemed to be able to swallow everything, as if it extended to the core of the world, leading to some unknown and terrifying realm.

The ice wall in front of her was full of bumps and depressions that were difficult to climb over. If she looked closely, she could see black veins crawling all over it like ghosts. Those veins were like twisted branches that kept splitting and growing wantonly in the darkness, or like hideous claws that stretched upward from the bottom of the abyss, trying to grab everything.

These were all black ice corrupted by the void, and they were constantly making extremely faint and vague sounds. It was a very strange crackling sound that could only be heard deep in the mind, as if countless sharp needles were gently scraping the brain, tormenting the mind. It was as if these black ropes in front of me were trying to escape from this cursed pit at a speed that was almost stagnant by pushing open the ice wall.

The howling in the wind became much weaker, and the icy fog surrounded Portier tightly, thick and oppressive, like an airtight curtain that prevented her from seeing things a few meters away.

The fog here also blocked all sounds, except for the incessant and frustrating scraping sound. At the same time, a sense of uneasiness and madness from the bottom of the abyss, like a turbulent undercurrent, kept surging in her mind, bringing a heavy and crushing pressure.

Poitier was driven almost crazy by this endless torture, and she desperately wanted to drive this annoying voice out of her mind. She began to recite prayers silently while concentrating on the work in her hands.

"Ice does not bring pain, but submission..."

She did not dare to neglect Lissandra's order, and placed her trembling palm on the ice wall, allowing her skin armor to come into close contact with the black veins to absorb the void power from it.

Before she could extract much void power from the black ice, the freezing cold air quickly spread up her arms.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of white frost condensed on her delicate and beautiful face, even every tiny hair was ruthlessly frozen and clearly presented. It seemed that if she just wiped her face lightly, those hairs would all break like fragile ice crystals.

The extreme coldness contained in the true ice was transmitted to her body without reservation through the skin armor, bringing an intense and piercing pain, as if countless tiny and sharp ice crystals were frantically generated in her blood vessels, and then trying to pierce her skin from the inside out.

"Hiss." After a few minutes, the unbearable pain forced Portier to let go of his hands. He gasped for cold air and stamped his feet continuously, trying to relieve the cold pain that followed him like a shadow by reducing the time his feet were in contact with the ice.

However, even the ice under her feet was made entirely of pure ice. The biting cold could penetrate layers of fabric, and no matter how thick her clothes were, they could not stop the cold from invading her. No matter how hard she tried, part of her body would inevitably come into contact with the pure ice, and this piercing pain became a nightmare that she could not get rid of no matter what.

It's true that Portil is a dragon and can fly... However, the skin armor that can absorb the power of the void can only be summoned in human form.

This meant that in order to purify the black ice, she had to endure endless pain in this fragile human form.

Even if he tried his best to purify a foothold under his feet, it would be in vain. After purification, the black ice would be restored to true ice, and true ice also possessed powerful elemental power. The pain that Portier suffered would not be reduced in the slightest.

Only the human form can use the Void Skin Armor, and turning into a human form will reduce the elemental tolerance, making it difficult to bear the elemental power of Zhenbing for a long time, forming a vicious circle.

In this state, even Portil would not be much stronger than those Iceborn. He could only last an hour or two at most. He would have to transform into a giant dragon and return to the Lost Bridge above to rest for a while to relieve the double torture of his body and mind.

"Ha... ha..." The bone-chilling cold made every breath accompanied by pain. Portier felt like he was going crazy. He punched the ice wall in front of him, but the unexpectedly hard ice rebounded so hard that his knuckles went numb and his emotions became even more out of control.

"Damn it, why me! It was you who caused the disaster, why should I bear the consequences?!" Portier could no longer endure the endless pain and torture. She screamed hysterically, and her voice kept echoing in the silent and empty abyss, unable to calm down for a long time.

It is true that the skin armor can absorb the power of the void, but what she is facing is thousands of years of corruption of the Watcher. How long will it take for her to absorb and purify it all by herself?

Moreover, this was only the outer area of the abyss. If she went to the Hall of Nine Saints where the Observers were sealed, she would have to force herself not to look at those huge single eyes under her feet. Otherwise, her mind would be captured the moment their eyes met, and she would become a puppet or even a breeding ground for the Observers.

...Under this premise, how can she complete this almost impossible purification task? I'm afraid she can only do what Lissandra did and blind herself to avoid looking at it?

When she thought of this, Portier's heart was filled with sadness. If she didn't still hold a glimmer of hope in her heart, she would rather commit suicide than continue to suffer in this endless cold and pain.

"It seems that you are not doing well." The familiar voice of the Wild Hunt suddenly sounded in his mind without any warning, causing Portier, who was trapped in the quagmire of pain, to tremble all over, as if he was struck by an electric current.

Somehow, the moment she heard the Wild Hunt's voice, she suddenly felt like crying. It was as if she had suffered a great injustice and suddenly found someone to confide in, and all the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time instantly burst out like a flood.

"How did you get here?" Portier asked in a trembling voice, rubbing his red, frozen arms.

She had been hoping that someone would come down and rescue her, and now she could only hope that the Wild Hunt would lead her away from Lissandra's clutches as he had promised.

"I came to see how you are doing." There was a hint of gloating in the Wild Hunt's tone: "Aren't you a dragon who always prides himself on being so proud? It only took me half a day to torture you into this state. Aren't you too fragile inside?"

"I'm weak?" Upon hearing this, Portier's anger suddenly rose up, his eyes widened, "If you dare, let your family come and try, they will die here in less than half a day!"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. Why did I have to let them come here to be tortured? It's not like they followed the wrong person."

"Yes, they didn't follow the wrong person, I followed the wrong person! If they weren't forced into a desperate situation, who would be willing to come down and do this kind of deadly work for Lissandra? Are you satisfied to see how miserable I am now?" She gritted her teeth and spoke word by word.

In fact, the physical pain was not unbearable. What really made her collapse was the endless suffering with no end in sight, and the only thing that was unbearable was the lack of hope.

"It's really sad that you worked so hard for Lissandra but ended up like this..." The Wild Hunter didn't comment, and suddenly changed the subject: "Or do you think I harmed you? If I hadn't given you the skin armor, you wouldn't have been exiled here?"

"I hate every one of you! I hate this world! Let the Watcher destroy everything!"

The Wild Hunt's questioning made Portier unable to suppress his emotions any longer, and he roared hysterically.

Her voice echoed in this dark abyss, carrying with it endless resentment and anger, as if she would turn evil in the next second.

"You can rush into the Hall of the Nine now, break all the seals, and release the Watchers to destroy this world." The Wild Hunt ignored Portier's anger and gave a serious plan. "However, Lissandra dared to send you to do this hard job, and she probably expected this step. If you really do that, I'm afraid she will come out and kill you immediately. So, you are just a poor guy who can't even decide his own death."

"Have you said enough? I don't want to hear this!" Portier was unable to refute. He grabbed his hair in pain, trying hard to get the Wild Hunt out of his mind.

"Don't play the victim. We all know that this is just a trick you use to gain sympathy. The so-called arrogant dragon is just a persona you created for yourself. Do you really think you can fool me?"

Being suppressed by witches all the time and never seeing their own tribe, how can a dragon who grows up like this feel a sense of belonging to the dragon race? The Wild Hunt doesn't believe it.

Portier can be seen as a woman with the body of a dragon, and the Wild Hunt simply changes her back to what she should be.

His words calmed down the mad Portier instantly, like a basin of cold water that extinguished the fire in her heart. Her arms drooped weakly, and only her hair remained messy.

"Take me away..." She spoke in a surprisingly calm tone, after some kind of inner struggle, as if she was mumbling to herself like a pool of dead water in despair: "I don't want to work for Lissandra anymore, I don't want to spend the rest of my life here..."

"Is this a plea?"

"Yes, that's my plea," Botil paused and replied in a very depressed tone, already feeling extremely sad. "I just don't want to gain sympathy by playing dumb anymore."

"Tsk, it's not like I can't help you." The Wild Hunter deliberately dragged out his voice, as if deliberately teasing Portier's appetite, "But why should I do this?"

"Although I'm not as strong as that sea dragon, I can still be a fighter. Moreover, I can fly, so I can act as your vehicle and take you to a quick transfer. I know you're in a hurry. If you need me, I won't refuse if you can ride on me in another way..."There is no plum blossom in the sky, no forest, no plum blossom...

Chapter 269: Potil Longing for Warmth

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"If you need it, I won't refuse even if you ride on me in a different way..."

"Oh? Are you so obedient?"

The Wild Hunter listened with great interest as Portier humbly enumerated the benefits she could bring to him. She seemed to have accepted her fate, without any arrogance on her face, and even abandoned the most basic dignity of being a dragon.

I don’t know if she felt bitter in her heart when she said these words.

This made him feel quite guilty, as if the torture she suffered was caused by him, rather than Lissandra banishing her to this abyss.

I have to sigh, sometimes it is so important to use the right method.

His previous attempts to tame the ice dragon had not been immediately effective, but Lissandra only needed one decision to turn Portier against her.

"It's not difficult for me to rescue you. As long as you serve me well and make me feel comfortable, I might agree."

Countless biomasses poured out from the mark on Portier's palm. They rolled and gathered in the air, like a ball of tar given life, and quickly changed their form. In the blink of an eye, they turned into the human form of the Wild Hunt.

The platform on the cliff was very narrow. He stood very close to Portier. His naked and magnificent chest almost occupied her entire sight, and his aggressive masculine aura came over her.

Portier's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and even she herself could not tell whether the trembling came from the panic deep in her heart or the indescribable excitement.

She subconsciously wanted to step back, but found that her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move at all. The air around her seemed to become sticky, oppressive and suffocating.

"Do it here? I feel... a little constrained..."

"That's not it."

"Will you...really take me away?"

“I can only say I’ll try my best.”

The Wild Hunt's ambiguous answer made Portier hesitate, but she had no choice now and could only pin all her hopes on the Wild Hunt.

Seeing that the Wild Hunt had no intention of taking the initiative and was just standing there examining him with a slightly amused look, Portier, who was used to being passive, could only force himself to take the initiative.

She slowly knelt down on the spot, and as soon as her knees touched the ice, she felt a sharp pain, as if she was kneeling on countless sharp ice spikes.

But at this moment, she no longer cared about the excruciating pain. A short pain is worse than a long one. In order to leave this bitter and cold prison, she had to show her determination.

She raised her head, a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, which were rosy with pain and tension. Between the blue-purple eyeshadows formed by the upper and lower pairs of dragon horns, her tearful vertical pupils were looking up at the Wild Hunt with complicated eyes, and she slowly moved her jade-like mouth and red lips, which were spewing white hot air, towards the burning object in front of her.

However, at this moment, the insults blurted out by the Wild Hunter destroyed the bleak atmosphere and made Portier stunned.

"Are you crazy or addicted to playing the victim? Why don't you stand on the back of my feet?"

"I...I never thought it could be like this."

Portier hesitated, tucking his hair behind his ears somewhat awkwardly, but he adjusted his posture honestly.

She half-knelt, spread her folded legs, and tiptoed her frozen feet onto the instep of the Wild Hunter. At the same time, she wrapped her arms around the Wild Hunter's strong thighs to prevent herself from falling backwards.

There was no other way. The ground of Zhenbing was too cold. Only in this position could she avoid touching Zhenbing. And this ambiguous position also made the two of them stick together.

Portier did not feel any discomfort or resistance. Instead, he felt relieved as he no longer had to endure the torture of extreme cold.

When she came to her senses, she saw a hard thing that was sticking out more than 90 degrees and was pressing against her. The exaggerated shape released the power of her hair, and the warm breath that came through her cold skin made her unable to stop. It was simply the perfect medicine to treat her cold pain.