Chapter 974: Messenger of the abyss

"Gailen, are you sure your sister can open a way for us?"
Tyrone, who had always been only used to fighting in the shadows, acted as a lure and guard for Lacus for what Galen said, and was chased by the undead so embarrassed.
"I can still guarantee this. Lux is a very famous mage in the War Academy, and have you forgotten the last time you were in Karamanda?"
Galen is still very relieved of his sister's abilities, as long as they can lead away and block the undead who try to attack Lacus before Lacus finishes casting, Lacus will never let them down!
After Galen said that, Tyrone, who had nearly escaped several undead double-teams, looked at him, and he also recalled the last Karamanda battle.
At that time, Demacia and Noxus clashed due to the explosion of the Karamanda vein. The forces of Galen and Catalina were originally equal. At this time, a Lux was suddenly launched.
Without interference, Lacus released a devastating spell, destroying the entire army by himself. If he hadn't appeared in time and rescued Catalina at the cost of serious injuries, I am afraid that even Catalina would have died in that battle.
Taking a deep breath, a complex expression flashed in Tyrone's indifferent eyes. Once a mortal enemy, but now a comrade-in-arms fighting side by side, such a change of identity made him somewhat difficult to adapt.
On the other side, Dreyus didn't think so much as Tyrone, but scuffled with the undead, with a hearty expression of excitement.
Taking a closer look, Tyrone found that Galen and Dreyus were not as embarrassed when they were besieged by the undead when acting as lure ears. On the contrary, they were a little handy and even resisted the attack of the undead.
But thinking of his own assassin status, he was relieved, comparing his weaknesses with the strengths of the two men is completely incomparable.
After thinking about it, Tyrone, who was forced into a blind spot by a crowd of undead, did not fight with the undead like Galen and Dreyus, but abandoned distracting thoughts and escaped into the shadows.
In the next moment, with countless blades cutting through the undead, Tyrone's figure that had escaped into the shadow quietly appeared outside the encirclement.
On the other side, Galen and the three people were buying time for her, nervously chanting obscure magic spells, and the staff in their hands also condensed a more shining light beam.
In this winter of snow and ice, Lacus's ability to absorb the magical power of the light between heaven and earth is much slower than in Shurima. With the passage of time, the three of Galen have gradually fallen into fatigue, but Lacus's spells have condensed two-thirds of the glorious magic power.
"Lux, how long will it take?"
Being hugged by several undeads and biting his neck, Galen's body shook. As he shook the undead away, he turned around and roared at Lux.
"It's almost done, brother, hold on for a while!"
Lacus also noticed that the three of Galen were faintly unable to hold on, but she could not easily release spells without fully condensing the power of brilliance, so she could only hope that the three would buy more time for her.
Hearing this, Galen gritted his teeth and stopped asking, so he and the other two continued to act as lures and guards for Lux.
Under the siege of the undead, they persisted for a while, and the three of Galen, who were gradually losing their strength, moved closer together, taking care of each other back to back.
Finally, under their protection, Lacus finally gathered enough shining power. The magic crystal held by the staff in her hand burst into bright light, and the hot temperature instantly melted the ice and frost in the area centered on her.
She also yelled to the three Galen who were struggling to resist: "Brother, you guys get out of the way, my spell is complete!"
Lacus's tender voice suddenly relieved the pressured Galen and the three of them. They dispersed to the surrounding area and returned to Lacus's side.
Seeing the incomparably shining magic crystal on the top of Lux's staff, all three of them couldn't open their eyes by the dazzling light. But Lacus herself was not affected at all, her eyes looked straight at the undead army in front of her, her killing intent was full.
First, he cast a spell to protect the three of Galen from the influence of the spell, and Lacus immediately released all the shining power condensed on the crystal of the wand.
The pouring radiant power turned into a huge torrent, shooting straight ahead, mixed with an incomparably holy breath piercing a large wave of undead ahead.
The undead in the center of the torrent was instantly purified into ashes by the sacred aura contained in it, and the undead in the periphery just let out a stern cry and were purified by the power of light.
As the torrent of radiant power gradually dissipated, the tragic wailing of the undead gradually dissipated, and the direction from which the torrent was released was briefly cleared out of a spacious passage.
"Run!"
Seeing that the surrounding undead were all stunned by the power of the shining power taboo spell that restrained them, Galen immediately took Lacus's hand and ran in the direction of the passage, followed by Tyrone and Delius.
However, just before the four of them ran far, the entire Freljord ground began to tremble violently.
An extremely evil icy breath quietly spewed out from under Freljord's howling abyss, and surged towards the south at a visible speed.
Feeling the suffocating pressure, the first reaction of the four of Galen was to run back. But when they were about to turn around, they found that their feet were frozen in place by the ice.
In a short while, they, together with the undead army around them, were frozen into ice sculptures by the evil icy breath gushing from under the abyss.
Except for Ash and Sejuani, who are of the ice bloodline, as well as a small number of survivors, almost all creatures in the entire Winter Claw's sphere of influence were frozen into ice sculptures during those few breaths.
Despite the constant weakness as the evil icy breath spread, the lingering terror pressure still shook the entire Freljord land.
Even in Demacia, one could feel the evil power of this trembling earth emerging from the howling abyss.
Ye Feng, who was recuperating on the Siren, felt this disturbing force. His first reaction was to rush out of the room and onto the deck, looking out at the north where the Howling Abyss was.
I saw a pair of huge blood-red eyes quietly appearing above the crying abyss. Those eyes gave people a huge sense of oppression, as if they were the master of this world, which was frightening.
Thinking of Ali telling him that Sivir and Fiona were going to persuade Winter's Claw to unite with Avarosa, he was still very relieved. There was the force of Fiona’s two daughters to protect him, and Sivir’s wisdom should Can successfully replace him to complete the task. But now a sudden change, the trip of the three women has become extremely dangerous.
The more he thought about it, the more he worried about the safety of the three daughters and the three tribes of Freljord, Ye Feng's eyes condensed, and he rushed to the north.
His move also fell into the eyes of Sarah and Ari who were just about to discuss the matter with him. Both the two girls' complexions changed a lot, and they hurriedly signaled him not to leave in a hurry.
"Ye Feng, don't worry!"
"Wood, come back, discuss with us before you leave!"
Ye Feng, who had already left, pretended not to hear the cries of the two. He was anxious now, he just wanted to quickly find the Fiona and the Freljord tribe.
As a person who has gone deep into the abyss of howling, he knows exactly what kind of terrible existence those eyes represent!
At the same time, at the junction of Howling Abyss and Winter's Claw, the group of ancient wraiths who had not moved before seemed to have awakened their will because of the eyes above their heads. They uttered a screaming cry, and their eyes had long lost the heroic figure that once fought the watcher to protect the Freljord, and some were just the cold and dead silence brought by the ice, and the absolute loyalty to the watcher.
Accompanied by their wailing, a pair of snow-white wings, like bat membrane wings, sprang out from under the abyss. Beneath the huge wings, a white-haired monster with a bowed back and curved horns on his head stepped on his bird's paw and landed on the broken bridge of the Howling Abyss.
Staring at a pair of icy blue evil monster eyes, the figure is so thin that you can see the monster with its inner skeleton igniting ice flames of revenge.
"It's time to declare to the humans who have betrayed the Lord, their master is back..."
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