Although Silas was also under the control of the Ice Bloodline at that time.

Silas never thought that one day guilt would completely swallow him like a tide. At this moment, he didn't even dare to look directly at this messy battlefield, because every piece of bright red here seemed to be accusing him, accusing his previous "strong recommendation" and "extreme arrogance".

Yes, arrogant.

After realizing it, Silas finally realized what had dragged him into the abyss. He had already known after seeing Yasuo and stealing Yasuo's dark descendants that stealing the power of the magical talent is not invincible. He must be careful when using this talent. However, under the continuous erosion of Lisangzhuo's dreams, he still lost his patience and chose to humiliate the frost guard priest who was confident in his words with his own way!

Subconsciously, Silas proudly believed that he could control this power by playing!

But it was this power that he thought could control that became the lead to his control. The power of the ice bloodline was stolen again and again, washing away his body again and again, eventually making him the ice bloodline and the chess piece of the Frost Witch.

The liberated person seems to have never been liberated.

Although he luckily got rid of control during the battle with Raast, the price was that Lisandrao discovered the problem and activated everyone's Ice Vein Drive.

Those who followed Silas along the way exploded one after another, turning into a tiny crystal clearness in the snow.

Silas thought he would cry, but when he finally lowered his head carefully and moved his eyes away from that side the flag that everyone had tried a lot to embroider, the cold ice chips on the ground were tingling his eyes.

At this moment, Silas did not have a tear - his eyes were as red as blood!

No one approached him.

The Avarosa people were cleaning the battlefield. In the end, the crazy self-destruction of the magicians brought considerable casualties to the Avarosa people. Even if the mages in the ice vein were penetrated by thousands of arrows, they would still pounce on the nearest person and then start to self-destruct.

Under normal circumstances, it will not be a defensive loophole at all. A large number of self-destructive mages poured into the gap between the giant glacier and the city wall in a short time, and the Avarosa people caught off guard were seriously injured.

Silas walked step by step on the snow with his red eyes staring at the ground, then slowly bent down and picked up one ring after another.

These rings were the only "souvenirs" after he and his companions left the Forbidden Demon Prison. These rings made of Forbidden Demon Stones were very uncomfortable for the mage. They once represented their identity and number as prisoners - and they chose to leave these rings and always wear them on their hands in order to commemorate this humiliation at all times.

How many times before the campfire, Silas assured all his companions that eventually all the rings would be cast together and become ropes to hang Demacian nobles.

However, to this day, they have become the only relics of Silas' former companions.

The snow is still falling.

Silas simply crawled on the ground, clamped the battle flag under his armpit, and then carefully searched for all the rings--until he arrived at the edge of the city wall.

Then, just as he was about to squeeze into the gap between the walls and the glaciers, Ashe stopped him.

"Everything is here." Ashe stretched out his hand, with more than a dozen forbidden magic stone rings in his palm, "They--all are here."

After tremblingly taking all the rings, Silas carefully counted them over and over again. When he finally confirmed that he had met all the numbers and names, he carefully put them in his close pocket.
Chapter completed!