Chapter 459 [0454] Loose Cooperation

Stealing other people's magic power has always been Silas's specialty.

He can steal whether it's a person's magic power or magic power hidden in magic items.

Some of this stolen magic power is docile, some are violent, but before trying to steal the magic power in this great sword, Silas encountered the worst situation, which was that the stolen magic power would get out of control. .

Therefore, in the unfavorable situation of fighting this big man, Silas decisively chose to wrap the opponent's big sword with the magic stone chain, and then absorbed the magic power from the sword without hesitation - he had once been in the forbidden magic stone. In prison, he saw the girl who inspired him a lot use similar magic power. He believed that this power could help him make a comeback from a desperate situation!

Silas succeeded. He successfully connected the sword and the source of dazzling magic. Then, before he could control the power, an indescribable and heart-wrenching cold spread. Come on.

Before this, Silas had encountered stolen magic power that went out of control.

But before this, he had never encountered such a serious loss of control of magic power!

Not to mention controlling this wonderful power, Silas's arms lost consciousness at the moment of contact.

Then, as the magic flowed, his body began to stiffen inch by inch. Even if he tried his best to fight against this terrible cold, Silas was still frozen from the inside out in an instant.

With a bang, he fell straight down on his back, lying stiffly in the snow, motionless.

Brockvall glanced blankly at Silas, who fell down as if he had been struck by porcelain. His small eyes were full of doubts.

He didn't know what was going on with this warm-blooded man - in his opinion, Silas was a "weak but courageous" opponent. After all, not everyone had it even in Freljord. The courage to face yourself.

Originally, he wanted to give this warm-blooded man who had offended the old god a happy glory. After defeating him head-on, he used his Zhenbing weapon to execute him. However, the other party suddenly threw out the chain on his wrist and entangled him. After using his Zhen Bing one-handed sword, he suddenly fell down...

What is going on?

After blinking, Brokvall suddenly felt a little familiar.

How come the situation where Silas fell down in front of him looks a bit like those people who have not awakened the ice bloodline but insist on using the ultimate ice weapon?

Look at the frost covering his body. This is clearly what he looked like after he accidentally came into contact with Zhen Bing and was stung by the severe cold!

Brokvall grinned, simply raised the one-handed sword, and cast his gaze on the Zhenbing embedded in the hilt of the sword - and then, he dullly discovered that the piece of Zhenbing that he was so familiar with could not be more familiar. Shi Jing seemed to have lost all his magic power and completely dimmed!

He winked in disbelief, and the big man was completely stunned.

How is this possible!

The shock spread, and soon turned into endless anger.

Brockvall, who originally wanted to give the warm-blooded man in front of him a decent warrior to deal with, now just wanted to tear the opponent into pieces. To him, ten thousand warm-blooded men of unknown origin, Not as good as my beloved Dongtan!

However, before he could make a killing move, Shaman Solva, who had been lying on the ground, stood up at some point.

"Stop!" Solva's voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hells, "This is God's will."

Brokvall stopped as a reflex, but after a moment, his anger rose again - his most cherished weapon became dimmed because of this despicable warm-blooded man. Even if he is as pious as he is, he can't bear it. He couldn't help but glare at Solva.

However, Solva seemed not to see his gaze and lowered his head to look at his hands.

Just now, when Silas chose to steal the power of the Perfect Ice, the shaman felt the return of divine power - and then, she quickly understood the trick of this warm-blooded man.

Although he doesn't know how, he seems to be able to steal the powers of others, even those granted to priests by the Old Gods.

However, even though she knew very well what was going on, the aftermath of the disaster that seemed to be fished out of the deep lake still made her unable to help but speak, calling Brokvall to stop his furious execution.

At this moment, thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning.

Vaguely, the god's will suddenly became clear.

"Pull him up." She ignored Brokvall's uncontrollable anger and said coldly, "This is your trial."

Brockvall gritted his teeth, grabbed Silas' stiff arm, and pulled hard as if to remove it.

Then, just when he touched each other's arm, Solva and Silas showed a subtle smile almost at the same time.

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The icy coldness flowed through his body, and Silas seemed to have returned to the barn that year and met the little girl who was extremely talented but could only be imprisoned in a no-man's land.

Silas really wanted to save her at the beginning, but unfortunately, when he touched the other party's body, the violent magic destroyed everything in the surge - and Silas also learned from a "search" "Devil's collaborator" and turned into a "shameful murderer".

However, considering that Silas's control over magic power has changed greatly under the revelation of Ino, the magic power contained in the weapon is probably far more amazing than that of a magic genius.

It is even possible that the weapon contains the greatest secret power of the Freljord people.

If it were in the past, Silas would be ecstatic after receiving this news because he found a possible means to fight against the Demacia nobles, but at this time, this terrible power is eroding his body, as if to turn his body into a completely cold and dead silence - in this case, Silas can only do his best to deal with the cold erosion.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Silas's body can't move, and his consciousness is also blurring bit by bit. A dream that travels through time and space seems to completely wrap him up.

In this case, he can only think desperately, think with all his strength, and think about any possible way.

Perhaps, I should not steal the power of this weapon, I should choose to steal the power of that big guy - this barbarian from Freljord seems to have some power that can suppress and control the cold!

Unfortunately, Silas, who was lying on the ground, had no chance. His body was motionless and he could not touch the big guy who was gradually turning furious.

At this moment, the woman whose power he had just stolen stood up. She seemed to say something to the big guy, so the big guy reluctantly grabbed his arm and pulled himself up.

Although his arm was in great pain, Silas' heart was full of joy - without the slightest hesitation, he activated his talent again.

A wonderful power flowed into Silas' body from his palm.

The power of the icy ice that was still eroding his body and making him sink into the eternal dream the moment before, was like a docile servant the next moment, and was easily gathered in his palm according to Silas' will.

The powerful force extracted from the True Ice connected this wonderful power that seemed to come from the blood, producing an intoxicating combination like resonance. Silas resisted the urge to laugh and poured this power out to the open space in front of him without hesitation.

A violent ice thorn forest like the strangler plants in the Ixtal Jungle grew in front of everyone. The high-purity True Ice was decomposed by Silas's talent and became a huge magic power enough to create an ice thorn forest, temporarily changing the terrain within a hundred meters.

Faced with such amazing magic, the raiders of the Winter Claw all fell into a brief mental pause.

They couldn't understand why a warm-blooded person who seemed to have no knowledge of the Freljord would use the magic of the Freljord, and such a pure Freljord magic.

Everyone looked at Silas, staring at his head, as if hoping to see his black hair turn silver-white at a speed visible to the naked eye - that meant that he activated the ice blood in his body.

However, the facts disappointed everyone.

Silas's hair was still pure black, without even the slightest change. He didn't seem to be of the Ice Bloodline at all!

But if he wasn't of the Ice Bloodline, why could he break free from the death dream of Zhenbing and use the magic of the Ice Bloodline?

For a moment, many people's eyes fell on Solva - she was the one who stopped Brockval just now, as if she had her own understanding of this warm-blooded man?

Solva's mouth twitched slightly, she seemed very happy, and seemed to enjoy this kind of gaze. Everyone only heard her shout, but didn't know what she shouted.

It seems... she can speak the language used by this warm-blooded man?

A sense of uneasiness lingered in Flena, and the Mother of Scars suddenly felt that things seemed to be completely out of her control.

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The shaman talked with the warm-blooded man for a while, and Flena just stared at them, gritting her teeth and staring intently.

"What did the warmblood say?" Seeing that their conversation seemed to have come to an end, Flena couldn't wait to ask, "Don't hide it, tell me everything!"

"He said we have a common enemy," Solva smiled, "He said... we can help each other."

This answer surprised Flena, she frowned and narrowed her one eye slightly.

"Common enemy... Avarosa?"

"No, it's Demacia." Solva shook his head, "The other side of the Dragon Ridge Mountains."

"Is this a traitor who betrayed the tribe?" Flena snorted, "Traitors are not trustworthy."

"He said he knew the passage to his hometown, enough to bypass the defense line." Solva continued, "He said it was very rich, spring all year round, no snow that never falls, and milk and honey flow."

This description made the warriors of the Winter Claw happy, and even Flena's eyes lit up-for the looters, there is nothing more exciting than discovering a rich prey!

However, Flena, who has experienced many battles, is not an idiot.

"How do we know... he's not trying to lead us into a trap?" Fleina's one eye was still narrowed. "It's a tempting idea, but good hunters on the ice field know that the more tempting something is, the more likely it is to be a deadly trap. Even the sea worms living in the icy sea know how to use leftover flesh and blood to lure greedy travelers."

Solva wanted to say that the old gods guided him to find him, but considering Frena's attitude towards the old gods, she decided to change her words.

"He said he saw the oracle." Thorva began to carefully weave a lie. "When he was frozen by the power of the True Ice, he saw a dream about the three sisters of Freljord - the three sisters saved him and gave him the power to control the True Ice."

Frena was skeptical.

But Brokvar was delighted when he saw the True Ice shining again on his baby Winter Sigh.

"Three sisters!" The big guy exclaimed in surprise, "He knows Avarosa, Serilda and Lissandra!"

The warriors of Winter's Claw talked about it.

Many people subconsciously grabbed their own various strange amulets and began to pray "with Freljord characteristics".

For most of the warriors of Winter's Claw (except for superstitious people like Brokvar), the old gods are just "better to believe" respect.

But the three sisters are the true ancestors and the source of power.

The three sisters are legends, the greatest and most respected warriors in Freljord - in the ancient ballads, they are distant ancient heroes!

They are the pride of this frozen land, the chosen ones of this land. To this day, most tribes in the entire Freljord claim to be descendants of the three sisters.

And don't forget, the three sisters are the original iceborn, the ones who passed down the ice bloodline!

If it is the enlightenment of the three sisters... then it can indeed allow a warm-blooded person to gain the power to control the true ice!

Freina is still hesitant.

But the cheers led by Brokvar have spread to other warriors.

In this case, Freina's attitude is actually not important.

Freina is not a war mother. Although she is highly respected, she is not the final word - everyone will support her command in the battle, but the direction of the looting is not something Freina can decide.

Solva knew very well that as long as the three sisters were mentioned, the warriors of the Ice Bloodline would be in awe and faith. They knew the preciousness and power of this power, so they always had a kind of respect full of personal imagination for the source of this power.

And this is exactly what Solva wanted to take advantage of.

Solva knew very well that the Demacian had some means to steal power. He first stole the gift given to him by the old gods, and then rashly stole the power of the True Ice and was almost frozen to death. Finally, with his help, he stole the power of Brokvar's Ice Bloodline.

Moreover, this guy seemed to only have one power at a time, so when he stole the power of the True Ice, his power was returned, and he also recovered from the state of being frozen to death.

This is exactly what Solva relied on to cooperate with him-he was indeed full of hatred for his hometown, and he really hoped that the Winter Claw would go south to plunder. This is one of the foundations of cooperation between the two sides.

"He must prove that he is worthy of our trust." Just as Thorva was delighted, Flena pondered, "He will join us in the raid and fight against the Avarosans together."

Shorva nodded.

"If he fights well and achieves merit, then maybe we can listen to his advice - let him talk about these secret passages to Demacia," Flena continued, "and if something goes wrong, you need to take full responsibility."

"It's Demacia." Thorva nodded again, "No problem."

Carya's Little Class: Seaworm Trap:

The seaworms living in the Frost Sea in the north of Freljord like to set traps with their leftover food scraps. These cunning guys will place some of their leftover corpses on the thick ice, waiting for the "predestined person" to step on the ice, and then suddenly jump out to give themselves a snack.

PS. The story line of Silas ends here for the time being. Starting from the next chapter, Lux will start farming in Fosbyro.