Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Ashe, standing to the side, was stunned when she saw Lissandra's appearance.

Her long, floor-length hair was braided into a silvery-white plait behind her. Because she wasn't wearing her signature massive horned helmet, her albino pupils were visible, slightly narrowed in the morning light, as if covered with a thin layer of frost.

Although her eyes looked somewhat fragile and unhealthy, the image of the Frost Witch being blind was so deeply ingrained that the fact that she could see had a significant impact on Ashe.

“The Claws of Winter only honor the Mother of Fearlessness! The eldest of the three sisters, Serilda! Not her younger sister!” Sejuani roared.

“My foolish sisters, even after all these years since they died, still have people chasing after them. It’s truly enviable.” Lissandra revealed a hint of nostalgia, but her tone suddenly turned cold: “Hand over the large urn. You can’t handle this thing. This is a warning from an elder.”

"As expected!" Sejuani gritted her teeth. "Greedy witch! This is something Winter's Claw used to save its life, I will never give it to you!"

“It’s certainly commendable to dare to challenge what has been lost, but before you did, did you consider how you would protect it?” Lissandra asked. “If the bear-men come to take it, what will you use to stop them?”

"If I can steal it once, I can steal it a second time, a third time! Let those bear-men come at me!"

Just as Sejuani finished speaking, an object flew from the hillside behind them like a cannonball and landed at their feet with a "bang".

Sejuani looked closely and saw a hideous and terrifying bear-man's head. The eyes on the head were wide open, and blood was gushing out from the severed neck, spreading rapidly on the snow and creating a shocking dark red stain.

War Mother turned around in astonishment. The Winter Arbiter she had seen earlier was standing on the hillside, holding a blood-stained greatsword in one hand, staring straight at her with a cold gaze, exuding the aura of a powerful figure.

Sejuani couldn't fathom the strength of the person fighting the bear-man, who could still be distracted by this situation.

“This stupidity is so clear, just like my older sister’s. I don’t even have the heart to call you out on it. Do you really think you got this big urn by your own merits?” Lissandra gave a pitying sneer. Sejuani, who had been slapped in the face, turned pale and then red, looking extremely ugly.

"Orn's large urn should be entrusted to Frostguard Fortress for safekeeping. The well-trained Frostguard can keep the invading bearmen out of the city walls."

"Your Winter's Claws have done a great job in reclaiming the Great Jar. I can set up a special outpost to house it. Your people can come and go as they please. As long as the Great Jar is still there, I will not skimp on your soup."

"In this way, you can save face and the soldiers can eat and drink their fill. Isn't this a win-win solution?"

Upon hearing this, Sejuani was jolted awake, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe.

The large urn itself wasn't important; what mattered was that it could feed the warriors. Lissandra's actions seemed to satisfy the Winter's Claws' most basic need for food and shelter, while also providing a more reliable place for the urn.

However, as time went on, more and more warriors went to the stronghold to drink meat soup, and they inevitably became dependent on, close to, or even surrendered to this powerful and "generous" ancient force.

Once people's hearts are divided, and more and more people side with Lissandra, the Winter's Claws that Sejuani has worked so hard to develop will lose its cohesion and become a vassal of Frostguard.

"Witch!" Sejuani could no longer contain her hatred. She roared, pointing her weapon at Lissandra, and declared war: "You won't get it today unless you step over my dead body!"

“Then I’ll just have to get it myself.” Lissandra looked at Sejuani with cold eyes, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

Chapter 326 Evil Begets Evil

"fall."

Lissandra parted her black lips slightly, and the skeletal behemoth beneath her sank into the sea, lowering her position so that Lissandra's feet were parallel to the frozen surface of the water.

As soon as the witch stepped out from under her robes, ice clusters immediately sprouted from the ice in front of her, lifting her up.

She was like a female giant, over three meters tall, and supported by the ice clusters, she appeared even taller and more majestic.

The clusters of ice carried Lissandra forward across the ice like a figure skating dancer, but to Sejuani, this moment of elegance seemed extremely eerie.

She knew perfectly well that she would never be Lisang.

Zhuo's opponent, with the mentality of "if I can't have it, I'll destroy it," made an extremely poignant decision, swinging the North Wind Flail with all her might and smashing it fiercely against the large urn on Steelmane's back.

However, faced with such an absolute disparity in strength, Sejuani's resistance seemed utterly futile.

Lissandra, the Ice Witch, simply raised her hand, and a shard of ice shot out.

With the help of her magic, the fragments instantly transformed into a gleaming ice spear, pinning Sejuani's flail firmly to the ground with perfect accuracy.

The flail flew out of her hand, and Sejuani's hands went numb from the shock. She looked at Lissandra, who was approaching, with hatred in her eyes.

"War Mother, I'm here to help you!" A furious roar came from behind. Olaf had long wanted to kill this inhuman witch!

He tossed his giant axe to Sejuani, and the two charged forward side by side, leading the remnants of Winter's Claw's army in a final assault.

The burly, red-haired barbarian, with veins bulging on his thick neck, raised his massive, gnawed axe above his head, his eyes blazing with bloodlust. Olaf was imagining a victory he could never witness in his lifetime.

He bit his tongue, unleashing a surge of frenzied blood, causing his heart to pound violently, and blood mist to erupt wildly from his pores.

Olaf's physique was not much inferior to Lissandra's. With a wave of her hand, an ice cluster flew out from beside her feet, transforming into a sharp ice spear that was thrown at Olaf with disdain.

The berserker cleaved aside the ice spears that shot towards him, ignoring the ice shards that cut his face, and swung his giant axe with all his might. The axe blade sliced ​​through the cold air and embedded itself deeply in the witch's chest.

The feedback of hitting something solid made Olaf's blood boil, while Lissandra's eyes showed disbelief. She collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest, and then rolled over, the silent falling snow covering her corpse with a white sheet.

"You... killed Lissandra?" Sejuani, who arrived shortly after and witnessed this scene, was completely dumbfounded.

Lissandra—a name that made the North tremble, a being who ruled with ice and magic for millennia—now lay beneath Olaf's battle axe. How could this be? Had the prophecy surrounding Olaf come to pass?

"What? You think I can't do it? The body's right there!" Olaf laughed, though it felt somewhat unreal. But when he looked at Lissandra's body again, he only saw the unmarked white snow, not even a trace of where she had been lying.

Lissandra vanished into thin air.

At the same time, a chill ran up my spine to the back of my head.

Olaf looked back and saw that his heels were encased in ice crystals, freezing him in place, with black ice climbing up his legs.

The berserker struggled and roared, but to no avail. The black ice spread rapidly and soon turned him into an ice sculpture.

Behind the ice sculpture, a pair of dark blue lips gradually emerged, slowly elongating to reveal a mocking smile.

"So easily fooled." Lissandra whispered to the red-haired barbarian with wide eyes in the ice sculpture, "You don't really think you can kill me so easily, do you? I'm in a good mood, I'll just play along."

"This is outrageous!" Sejuani, who was standing nearby, heard it clearly and swung her axe at Lissandra, her whole body trembling.

Enormous icicles formed a shield around her, encasing her in an ice coffin; the axe couldn't even chip away at the surface ice. Sejuani staggered back, jolted by the feedback from the axe, and saw Lissandra smiling at her through the ice.

She let out a defiant roar, raised her axe high with both hands, and chopped down heavily, but still could not break the ice coffin.

Lissandra took a deep breath, and the spell of coldness was summoned. An astonishing chill spread from her feet outwards, freezing everything in its path.

The Winter Claws who resisted were all imprisoned by rapidly forming ice spikes, and then several ice claws rose from the ice surface, firmly gripping them and rendering them unable to move.

"Witch, please don't hurt them! You've already taken Ornn's urn, are you going to wipe them out too?" Ashe couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to plead with Lissandra to spare them.

Lissandra glanced at Ashe and said calmly, "I've already held back, otherwise how could they have survived until now?"

She turned and summoned Iceclaw, ignoring Steelmane's frantic screams, and grabbed the large urn on its back. Sejuani, whose mouth was covered by Iceclaw, could only watch helplessly as she took away the treasure that Winter's Claw had traded dozens of lives for.

Ashe clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. She desperately wanted to help Sejuani, but Lissandra was now their ally, and she couldn't afford the consequences of a rash move that would sever their relationship. So she looked earnestly at Kai'Sa, seeking her opinion.

Kaisa didn't see Ashe's gaze. She silently watched the scene unfold before her. She didn't make a move at first, and she won't make a move now.

She finally understood why the Wild Hunt had said Ornn's urn was a hot potato and that she should give it away for free.

It turns out that he knew Lissandra would come for this reason, and was eager to distance himself from it, or rather, to do Lissandra a favor.

Sejuani is indeed incapable of protecting the Great Jar. Even if Lissandra hadn't taken it here, she could have taken it back whenever she wanted, and wouldn't have been able to keep a single piece of it.

She sent troops only to give herself a legitimate reason to help the Winter's Claws repel the bearmen, so that she wouldn't be accused of outright robbery.

"This is a conflict between the Winter's Claw and the Frostguard. You are the War Mother of Avarosa, don't get too involved," the Wild Hunt said seriously. "Besides, Lissandra left some room for maneuver. She didn't take everything. The Winter's Claw can still get some benefits. Let's solve our hunger this winter first, and then think about the future."

He specifically mentioned Ashe's identity to remind her of her position. She could only intervene in this matter in her personal capacity; if it escalated to a factional conflict, the Avarosan's wrath would instantly turn against her.

“Yes…” Hearing Wild Hunt say that, Ashe instantly calmed down and stopped acting impulsively.

The great battle between the Frostguard and the Urwamen ended, and the warriors of the Sealed Lands successfully repelled the Urwamen. Iceclaw placed the large urn on the Frostguard's warship, and before returning, Lissandra went to Sejuani, who was imprisoned by Iceclaw and unable to speak.

"I welcome you to take the large urn anytime. Once you prove your ability, it will be yours forever."

After saying that, she looked at Sejuani's eyes, which seemed to want to kill her, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned her eyes to Kaisa and the others.

Ashe frowned and met his gaze. Portil retreated slightly behind Sephiroth out of fear. Ahri and Talia exchanged puzzled glances, while Kai'Sa narrowed her eyes in displeasure.

Not seeing the one she cared about, Lissandra was pushed away by the ice spikes, returning to the top of the giant beast, and gradually sailing away from the warship full of Frost Guards at sea.

Cracks appeared in the icy shells covering Sejuani and the others, with salty meltwater flowing from the surface. The mysterious magic binding her was waning, and soon a puddle of black water appeared on the pristine snow.

"Damn it! Damn it!! Why!!!" The distraught War Mother collapsed into a puddle, slamming her fists into the ground. Cold, black water splashed out, and her wet hair clung together, making her look extremely disheveled.

Ashe came to Sejuani's side, put her hand on her broad shoulder, and comforted her, "I'm sorry, sister. I can't help you this time either."

Sejuani wanted to push Ashe away, but when she turned around and saw tears of sorrow streaming down her face, she lost all her strength.

She suddenly understood why Ash had gone to help the weak in the first place.

What is the difference between what Lissandra is doing to her now and what she did to the Warmbloods back then?

Chapter 327 Separation

The morning light pierced the haze of the north, scattering golden rays onto the beach.

Ashe wrapped her cloak tighter, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the icicles on her longbow. The sea breeze lifted her silver hair, drawing flying arcs in the sunlight.

After escaping from the bear-men's territory and separating from Sejuani along the way, Ashe...

I stood by the sea, listening to the sound of the waves, trying to calm my mind again.

"Wow, I didn't expect we actually escaped."

Just then, Nera, who had been unconscious from unleashing her demonic power once again, finally awoke and exclaimed in delight at the unfamiliar beach around her.

"Perhaps you are not destined to die." Wild Hunt's voice came through the armor on Kai'Sa's body.

Even he found it strange to see Nera wake up smiling. Smiling like that every day, her smile muscles must be fibrotic.

“Osirius doesn’t want to take me in yet; perhaps it’s not satisfied enough,” Nera shrugged.

Even she was curious about one thing: why did Osiris lend her his power? What was the purpose of this Demon Lord?

However, only Osiris himself could answer this question. So she decided not to dwell on it and to enjoy the moment.

“Since I survived, as agreed, I will teach you the spell to deal with demons,” Nera said quickly.

"You can subdue a demon with just a spell? Would it even be effective against a demon of Tam's caliber?" Kasha asked doubtfully. If she, without magical talent, could learn it, then wouldn't anyone be able to use this spell?

"Demons aren't as evil as you think. Those low-level Azakana become harmless entities once their true names are known. As for the others, apart from demons of the Ten Great Evil Lords level, they all have some effect to varying degrees."

Nera readily taught the two the incantation, then looked around, her decisive nature suggesting she was already planning her escape route.

"Where do you plan to go next?" Kasha asked.

A flicker of wariness crossed Nera's eyes as she retorted, "Why are you asking that?"

"So that we don't accidentally bump into you again and say we stole your target," Kasha said half-jokingly.

“I’m sorry, it’s a secret.” Nera shook her head and smiled. “I can only tell you that I plan to head east this time.”

After saying that, she got up and left.

"What's to the east...?" Kasha murmured, watching Nera's retreating figure.

"Noxus is to the east," Wild Hunt reminded him.

"Is that what was sealed beneath the Immortal Fortress?"

"And then there are his two demons, the fire demon Tybak and the destroyer Etahan. Before that, she might have to go through Demacia first."

"She's not one of the Ten Great Evils, so Nera should be easy to deal with." With that thought, Kasha stopped worrying.

Having seemingly composed herself, Ashe turned to look for Kai'Sa.

Kasha was leaning against a rock, her head bowed as she pondered the spell Nera had taught her. The sea breeze also ruffled her long purple hair, slicing her cold and beautiful profile into mottled fragments.

Of the rest, Talia seemed exhausted, sitting on the sand with her head resting on Kai'Sa's lap, her eyes half-closed. The two dragons each occupied two reefs, and Ahri seemed to be talking to Wild Hunt, her mouth moving occasionally, her expression focused.

Ashe took a deep breath of the crisp air, the icy chill instantly penetrating her lungs, and turned to walk towards the crowd.

"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. Thank you so much for spending your time with me." Aisha stepped forward, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and giving an apologetic smile.

Kasha looked up at the sound and replied calmly, "It's nothing. Actually, I haven't decided where to go next either."

"Regarding the urn... thank you all for accompanying me. Although Lissandra ultimately took it from me, I'm already very satisfied that Sejuani came back alive."

“I once had a childhood sweetheart, but I was powerless to protect her back then. I could only watch her die and do nothing about it. You only learn to use an umbrella after you've been caught in the rain. I know how painful that feeling is, so it's no big deal to help within my means.”

Kaisa was silent for a moment, her voice low and tinged with a barely perceptible melancholy. Hearing Kaisa talk about the past, Talia, sitting on the sand, looked up at Kaisa with a thoughtful expression.

"Don't blame Wild Hunt and me for not intervening after this. Sejuani is your sister, not ours. I can help you once out of respect for you, but I'm not obligated to help you all the way. If I had to choose between Sejuani and Lissandra, I would definitely choose the latter for the sake of the bigger picture, even though I don't like that witch."

Aisha paused for a moment, then nodded gently and said, "You're right. Let her walk the rest of the way on her own."

Kai'Sa had already helped Ashe bring Sejuani back from the brink of death, so she certainly wouldn't help her take the Great Jar back from Lissandra. Ashe knew this too, so she abandoned her unrealistic idea.

"Now that the matter of the large urn is settled, are you going back?" Kasha asked.

Ashe nodded: "I need to get back to Luxtak as soon as possible. It's been too long since I've shown my face in the tribe. I don't know what kind of trouble will happen without me here."

"Wild Hunt, what do you mean?" Kai'Sa asked Wild Hunt for his opinion.

“I’m sending Ysher back to the Shadow Isles,” Wild Hunt replied. “Ahri, you should come along too. The Noxians have already landed on the island, and they’ll discover the secrets of the Vessarian Vault sooner or later. If you want to inherit the legacy left by your people, you have to do it before them.”