Although things were a little ups and downs and there were some problems in the middle, the ending was always good.

Li Qing lost his followers and faced painful sacrifices, but he still got rid of Wolibel's pursuit and found the goal he had fought for. This time, he no longer had any confusion, and his steps would be extremely firm without any hesitation.

The Blood Alliance capture plan of White Hair 3 was declared bankrupt. Fortunately, she brought at least her mother's Blood Alliance Udir back to the tribe and obtained a powerful beast spirit walker for nothing. The Claw of Winter was mobilized in the cold winter, but at least she did not get anything.

Ashe took his tribe members from the hands of the Nanfeng tribe without any damage, and became famous in the Lakstack wasteland. More and more people recognized her identity as "Avarosa heir", and more and more people who were unwilling to continue fighting defected to her.

Although the Nuotai tribe still has no force, it still inherits the secrets in history. Lisangzhuo is afraid of being a weapon and can no longer kill people to silence him. After all, he accepted Shangge's inheritance, Nunu was still by Yasuo's side, so there was no meaning to attack the Nuotai tribe at this time.

Although Yasuo did not discover more information about Lisangzhuo and the monitor, he at least returned Li Qing's favor and gained a disciple with good talent. By the time Nunu was brought back to the island, Annie would no longer be the only one among the students.

The only unlucky one should be Wallybel - this Immortal Mad Thunder may have to lie dormant for a while, and considering the long lifespan of the god, I am afraid that when he is active again, the space left for him by Freljord will be smaller...

Well, wait, have we forgotten something?

Yasuo, who was sitting on a sled and headed straight south, intending to climb over the Flying Dragonback Mountains, suddenly realized that he was in a hurry and could not meet Orn in the end.

Oh no!

Unfortunately, Yasuo can no longer turn back now - since he has agreed to leave Freljode, it is impossible for him to change direction to Ornkar at this time...

Forget it, it will definitely be next time!

Thinking of this, Yasuo finally had to wave to the northeast direction on the sled.

In the Lu Township, thousands of miles away, Aoun was repeating his work as usual, and the scorching breath spewed out of his mouth, burning the blanks on the chopping board to red.

The huge Shanyin Yan carefully raised his arm and wiped his forehead to prevent the sweat from falling on the blank. After a while, when the blank on the cutting board was slightly formed, he clamped it up with a huge pliers and muttered in a low voice.

“Oun has good weapons.”

It was snowing again in Luxiang. In order to avoid the contamination of the blanks by snowflakes, Aoun had to send them back to the furnace again.

"But no one came to look for Orn."

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On the huge sled, Yasuo waved his hand in the direction of Luxiang, then turned around and sat down, looking at Arrilia beside him.

At this time, Arella frowned and was staring at the map in her hand motionlessly.

This map is provided by Silas - which records the road from Freljord to Demacia that he had worked hard to find.

The southern foot of the long Flying Dragon Behind Mountains is almost covered with cliffs.

But there are also some small gaps between these continuous cliffs that can be passed by.

However, the posters of the Flying Dragon Back Mountains are high and the climate is harsh. Neither the Freljords in the north nor the Demacians in the south will leave here idle.

Silas regarded these paths as a shortcut to his future counterattack against Demacia. Under Yasuo's "request", Silas could only copy a map in a hurry and then gave the original version helplessly to Yasuo.

"Where do we go?" Looking at the fancy marks on the map, Yasuo frowned instinctively, "It seems... Silas seems to have found a lot of roads to Demacia?"

"There are two choices." Arrelia reached out and pointed to the two red and blue lines on the map. "There are many paths in the Feilongbei Mountains, but most of them will only lead to the unmanned wilderness of Demacia. In addition, only these two paths will reach the city of Demacia."

"Oh?" Yasuo finally became a little interested in his tone, "Where did they all go?"

"This one, head south." Arrelia pointed to the red line, "It will come to Irvingdale."

"What about this blue one?"

"This blue line is southwest," continued Arrilia, "the focus of this path is Fosbayro."

"Irvingal, Forsbairo..." Yasuo nodded, "All are important northern towns in Demacia. It seems that Silas is really ready."

"So which one should we go?" Arrelia looked up and looked at Yasuo, "Irvingdale, or Forsbairo?"

"I was thinking about which one could leave Frelljord soon." Yasuo shrugged with a rare glance when he heard this, "After all, we can fly if we leave this ghost place."

"But?" Arrelia seemed to have some guesses, "I heard what you said, there should be a second half."

"That's right." Yasuo nodded, "But Toothless is going to be a father again. He has no time to pick us up. We need to return to Fukuo Island by ourselves."

Go back to Fukuo Island by yourself?

After blinking, Arrelia quickly understood what Yasuo meant.

"Fosbayro is closer to Demacia Xiongdu. If you calculate the time, the island should go to Xiongdu to pick up people during this period."

"Then go to Fosbairo!" With a wave of his hand, Yasuo finally made a decision, "By the sailboat and go directly to Fukuo Island!"

Nodding, Arriya understood Yasuo's meaning, quickly turned over and whispered to Riven-although they had a map, they still had to plan the route well. After all, it would be embarrassing to get lost in this vast ice field!

In this way, Steelman gasped and pulled the huge sled toward the southwest.

At this moment, on the distant northern glacier, a crystal clear egg finally opened a crack. In the wind and snow, a small figure finally broke the thick ice shell and broke the egg out.

When spring came to Freljod, Enivia also completed another cycle of her own life.

A melodious cry finally resounded throughout the valley, echoing in the bitter wind of early spring, shaking off the snowflakes on his body. The fresh and broken shells of Enivia looked at the south, and a mixed hope of confusion appeared on her face.

This time the freshman... seems a little different?

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[Frelljord's Hero] End of the volume.
Chapter completed!