Freljord's frost magic is undoubtedly very special. In the hands of these Frost Guard Priests, the ice can change its shape at will like flowing water.

Apart from Freljord, there are almost few spellcasters who can use frost magic. The closest level of these Frost Guard Priests is Piltwolf's frost generator...

Because of the uniqueness and particularity of the frost magic, it is regarded as sacred in Frelljord and is a powerful force that cannot be controlled by the warm-blooded man.

However, for Silas, no magic is unique.

Although judging from the fact that he had stolen the power of the Dark Seed and almost burned himself to death, this kind of talent for stealing magic has a limit. If he asked him to find Lisangzhuo, he would definitely turn into a popsicle.

But... the Frost Guard Priest Messenger in front of him is not Lisangzhuo!

Steal the other party's spell talent, and then tell her that the sacred in your eyes is worthless to me. Don't mess with me in the future, it will not be difficult for Silas.

For devout believers, it is undoubtedly quite unacceptable to the fact that they regard as miracles as a miracle to bloom in the hands of a warm-blooded man, but Solva's performance exceeded Silas' expectations.

Although Silas used the power of frost that was regarded as sacred by the Frost Guard Priest, Solva was only surprised and showed an expression of "as it is."

"You are naturally inseparable from the divine power of frost." Solva said, "Look, your talent has proved this."

Well, in a word, Silas almost couldn't get angry.

What does "having an indissoluble bond" mean?

This is clearly because I am gifted and able to steal other forms of magic, not just stealing frost magic!

Unfortunately, for such dogmatic believers, this is a problem of both ends - if you cannot steal the frost magic, it proves that our magic is powerful and unique, and a more advanced existence; if you can steal the frost magic, it means that we are destined to join us.

No matter how you say it, it is true.

Silas, who was already talking to Lisangrao in his dreams every night, could hardly suppress his anger.

Maybe the Frost Witch is powerful.

But you are far away from Freljod, and thousands of miles apart from me - I am just a revenge who wants to avenge Demacia, and are you still going to slap in this place?

Seeing Solva still chatting here, as if "I will never shut up if you don't stand on our side", Silas finally got furious.

Go to the frost witch!

The next moment, he swung the chain in his hand and directly wrapped around Solva's neck. Silas pulled the frost witch hard in front of him, and then spoke word by word: "I have no interest in the grudges of you, the barbarians in the North. If you entangle like this, one day we might be enemies!"

Then, Silas threw the chains in his hand fiercely, and threw the respected Frost Guard Priest out of his tent, then fell into the cold snow, and beat several times before he could barely stop.

This seems not enough to relieve one's heart.

The next moment, a large area of ​​ice spread, and Solva was frozen in a mess by the power of frost. It was not until all the members of the Nanfeng tribe who heard the movement saw this humiliating scene that Silas ended his magic.

"roll--"

………………………………………

In East Frelljod, where the Frost Guards are the most powerful, Silas's behavior can be called a declaration of war on the Frost Guards, and he will face encirclement and suppression on the same day.

However, this is not the territory of Lisandrao, it is the westernmost point of Frellraode.

Although the people here still respect the witch, it is impossible for a powerful leader to be punished by a Frost Guard Priest, even if he is an outsider warm-blooded man.

In the end, Solva had to leave in a mess, as if she had no choice but to leave with Silas.

Silas' strength attracted cheers from the Nanfeng Tribe. Although most people who followed Silas to Freljord knew that he had an unparalleled talent for stealing the magic, these spellcasters who left their hometown were still very excited when Silas could easily use the ice magic belonging to the Frost Guard Sacrifice.

Silas, who vented his anger, felt a rare pleasure. He raised his hands high, and a huge ice hockey appeared between his hands, and then he suddenly threw it into the sky, exploding like fireworks.

The fine ice chips drifted away with the wind. Seeing this scene, all the spellcasters of the Nanfeng Tribe were excited about the strength of their leaders.

And in this excitement, Solva, who was in a panic, hurriedly left, quietly pursed her lips. She buried her face deeply, but not because of her blushing and shyness.

She was afraid that others would see her smile.

That's right, Solva was directly humiliated by Silas. This warm-blooded outsider seemed to have no respect for the witch and his behavior was full of presumption, but... so what?

In the view of the neurasthenia Silas, Solva is a fanatical believer, good at both ends of the twig and a loyal servant of the Frost Witch.

But in fact, when Solva saw Silas for the first time, he saw the other party's ambition and ambition - the Broken Remnant Iron Tribe was able to become a supporter of the Frost Guard Tribe in Sifreljod, and Solva made an indelible contribution.

This cunning Frost Guard Priest inherited Lisang's cold wisdom well. Although she was really fanatical, the nagging in front of Silas was just her illusion.

All she wanted was to anger Silas, causing him to completely lose his calmness and completely lose his judgment!

Perhaps in a calm state, Silas will also distinguish the source and cost of power, but once he falls into anger, Solva does not think that anyone can reject the power of Frost!

And as she thought, as she left, one frost firework after another exploded in the air, and as the tiny ice chips flew, the cheers of the Nanfeng Tribe were rising and falling.

Cheer, jump!

You have seen this power, and tonight, you will pay the price for it - whether you wish or not!

No one can reject the cold wisdom of the Frost Witch.
Chapter completed!