Chapter 817 [0805] Assassin

Even though he had met Lissandra, Sylas was still confused.

Even though he had "sufficient prison experience" in Demacia, when he really woke up from the Frost Witch's prison, his mind was still blank.

This feeling was completely different from being in a coma for a period of time or sleeping.

A more accurate description should be "Sylas's life is missing a part."

It's not that there is no trace of a dream.

But there is no dream at all.

So, when Lissandra lowered her head, looked at Sylas, and put forward her conditions, Sylas didn't even react at the first time.

He just stared at Lissandra blankly, watching the Frost Witch's mouth open and close, trying his best to recall everything in his past - when he regained consciousness, he had gone through his past forty years of life like a revolving lantern.

After skipping that gap, he finally raised his head and looked at Lissandra.

"So, what did you just say?"

"I can give you a chance to be free." Lissandra didn't mind his previous disregard, or it seemed that Lissandra had anticipated Sylas's state. "Go do something for me, something you want to do, I will fully support you, and then give you freedom."

"The only thing I want is revenge." Sylas narrowed his eyes, "So, the Frostguard tribe is going to declare war on Demacia?"

"I support you to find the emperor of Demacia." Lissandra shook her head gently and proposed a different plan, "You will use other people's power, right?"

Sylas nodded subconsciously.

"Then, I can lend you my power." Lissandra approached Sylas and stretched out her right hand to him, "Use my power to complete your revenge."

Sylas looked at Lissandra, but didn't stretch out his hand at the first time.

He just looked at Lissandra quietly, and after a long time, he finally nodded.

"Okay."

The next moment, Silas stretched out his right hand and held the hand that Lisandra stretched out. A chill that made his soul tremble could not stop flowing into his palm.

However, unlike the last time he "stole" this power, Lisandra obviously intentionally controlled the influx of power and gave Silas room to adapt.

A layer of fine white frost appeared on Silas's body. His body began to tremble, and his brain became blank again. Even after Lisandra let go of his hand, he was still stiff in place like an ice sculpture. After a while, he curled up on the ground as if he had been electrocuted, twitching from time to time.

"Go." Lisandra looked at Silas calmly until he finally stood up, "Go and prove to those warm-blooded people that ice blood is the most powerful power - anyone who offends will pay the price for it."

Silas tried hard to digest this power. He wanted to stand up and leave, but he instinctively lowered his head and bowed respectfully to Lisandra.

"Yes." Silas gritted his teeth, but the voice still squeezed out of his throat word by word, "For the ice bloodline."

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When leaving the Frostguard Fortress, Silas had an extra True Ice blade on his body.

This was his special weapon as a special envoy. When the Frostguard warriors got this dagger, they looked at Silas with undisguised envy.

Even the Frostguard tribe had a limited number of True Ice weapons in their hands.

Although Demacia's ice gold coin materials have True Ice, they are True Ice fragments, which are completely different from True Ice that can be made into weapons.

Complete True Ice weapons are not only difficult to process, but the raw materials are extremely rare. It is said that only in the depths of the Howling Abyss can you find peeled True Ice.

But the Howling Abyss has always been a restricted area guarded by the Frostguard tribe. Even if the Frostguard warriors are extremely greedy, they dare not disobey the witch's order and enter the Howling Abyss to find True Ice privately.

Considering the geographical environment of the Howling Abyss... entering it rashly is not looking for True Ice, but killing yourself.

Those who have the ability to enter the Howling Abyss to find True Ice often have their own True Ice weapons; while those who do not have True Ice weapons and have the Ice Bloodline do not have the strength to support them to enter the abyss - this can be regarded as a closed loop.

However, Silas, who was given True Ice, did not have even a trace of gratitude and comfort in his heart. At this moment, he only felt pain and despair in his heart.

Because after accepting the power of Lissandra, he found that he seemed to have become a puppet of Lissandra.

Although he had no intention of saluting Lissandra, he still bowed his head deeply when he left.

Although Lissandra did not make any movements, she seemed to hold Silas's head!

This is not the most fatal.

What's more deadly is that Silas felt that he seemed to have been imprinted with an indelible mark. The idea of ​​"killing the Emperor of Demacia" always lingered in his mind and could not be stopped at all.

No wonder the Frost Witch wasn't worried about him escaping.

Under the current circumstances, he couldn't escape at all!

With a heavy heart, Silas left the Frostguard Fortress and walked aimlessly on the snowy plain. After an unknown amount of time, the sky gradually darkened. He looked around and finally found a cave in the gap when the wind and snow subsided.

Silas approached the cave on his own initiative. As the wind changed direction, a bloody and somewhat foul smell hit him.

This cave...seems to be the lair of a white bear.

An indescribable violence surged from Silas' heart. He snorted softly, and then swaggered into the bear's lair.

A quarter of an hour later, Silas took out the True Ice Dagger and began to study the skinning technique.

The True Ice Dagger was extremely sharp. Wherever it went, the white bear's fur was easily peeled off from the muscles, but the problem was that the cold effect attached to this dagger also made the white bear's fur and flesh freeze instantly - the skinning went smoothly, but the white bear's skin was hard, and the white bear's meat was frozen.

Fortunately, Silas did not intend to kill the whole bear from the beginning. This kind of quick freezing was a good thing for him, at least it would not be covered with blood.

Silas picked up a piece of the most delicious leg meat and walked around the bear's den. He finally found a relatively clean corner. He chose the right angle. He put one hand on the wall of the cave and one hand on the ground. Two ice walls rose up quickly, helping him to isolate a relatively clean area in the bear's den.

Then Silas finally sat down against the ice wall, cut the bear meat into small strips, and chewed it slowly.

In a daze, Silas finally fell asleep.

It was a little short.

I watched the game next door and my blood was boiling. Although a group of old Dengs were not good, they still wanted to win.

Alas...