Chapter 134
Traps and such... he was actually too lazy to use them at first.
I only cooperated in setting the trap to put Ashe at ease.
But now... it's no longer necessary.
"The time has come for you to be bathed in blood, Rhaast..."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."
"Full speed ahead..."
"Faster!"
A biting wind blew by, and the enormous Drüvask boar stopped at the edge of a snow-covered cliff.
Sejuani saw... the distant flames... and heard roars... it was them.
"We've come at the perfect time."
She exhaled a breath of hot air, and the puffs of white mist blurred Sejuani's extremely conflicted expression.
Although her initial goal was very clear, now... she's still hesitant.
She still felt a pang of reluctance.
Ashe... that was her best friend... they had shared a happy childhood together...
And now, she's going to kick him when he's down... She's in pain because of this.
But thinking about what Ashe had said to her, what she had done to her... and the future of Winter's Claw, her heart turned cold again.
In the end, she still didn't want to run back and forth for no reason, like she was exercising.
She was about to take action.
Ashe was dying.
"Everyone... prepare to charge!"
Chapter 20 Sejuani: Ashe is quite the player
Chen Ce gripped the giant scythe tightly in his hand, the gleaming crimson eye constantly giving him power like some kind of evil energy source.
This is the power of the Darkin... This is the power gained from the fall of the Ascended.
From the ancient Shuriman Empire, and from the vast galaxy... this is the true power of the heavens.
"Kill them..." Rhaast's deep, hoarse voice echoed in his mind, the hatred in it like that of a demon from the abyss, as if [He]'s only purpose was to subject everyone to the threat of death.
He's bewitching everyone who wields the sickle... He's bewitching Chen Ce, his "host."
"Kill them..."
"Look at them... a bunch of ignorant, arrogant, pathetic, and conceited barbarians..."
"They covet your life, a life shared by all mortals... They crave your heart, your flesh, your bones... and your blood..."
"Go... go and kill them... no need for further words..."
"A lowly group of slaves... a pathetic group of mortals... they can never touch the glory of the Ascended..."
"I gave them death... Yes, yes... I am the Darkin ..."
"We are... Darkin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an even more surging power flowed through the scythe, and Chen Ce's heart was instantly filled with terrifying negative energy—but not frustration or loss, but extreme hatred and anger.
From the moment he decided to become Rhaast's [host], he was destined to empathize with this tragic "fallen Ascended".
He can borrow Rhaast's power and sense Rhaast's hatred for this world.
Although Rhaast did not view the entire world as a target of destruction like Aatrox, his imprisonment for thousands of years had severely warped his mind—he was now like an extremely unstable madman, capable of inexplicably killing anyone at any moment.
And now, he wanted to slaughter this group of arrogant, ignorant barbarians before him—from the moment he was awakened.
Their tragic fate is also destined to be laughable.
"That's right, Rhaast ..." That extreme hatred also infected Chen Ce, and his eyes began to turn crimson like Rhaast's one eye.
Ashe, who was standing to the side, had never seen such a situation before. The overwhelming sense of oppression and killing intent made even her, as a companion, feel uneasy.
Fortunately, the ones who should be more uneasy now are the group of Frost Priests.
They are currently unaware of this.
"A scythe? There are no wheat fields in Freljord for you to harvest." The arrogant and ignorant Frost Priests continued their mockery, completely unaware that death was about to claim their pitiful lives—that giant scythe was no different from the Grim Reaper's scythe.
"What a ridiculous little man... Why don't you come with me? I'm much better Ashe's small frame—I'll make you very comfortable!"
"You're carrying a sickle, do you enjoy farming? How about you plow me for a bit?"
"Your lustful words disgust me... but I want to too."
Hahahahaha...
A group of Frost Priests approached, laughing loudly; their weapons and magic were unsettling.
Ashe still wanted to retreat temporarily and lure the enemy into a trap before fighting again, but Chen Ce had already silently walked forward.
The next moment, the two sides clashed— Chen Ce and the first Frost Priests clashed.
The next moment, another head was tossed high into the air amidst gushing blood. The expression on its head remained an innocent smile.
Perhaps there was still a hint of surprise... but it was all meaningless now. Everything happened too fast; she didn't even understand until her death why her vision had suddenly become so high and so chaotic.
"Kill him first!" Finally, the Frost Priests abandoned their plan to "show mercy" and prepared to dismember the beautiful young man before them—though it was a bit of a pity.
In an instant, dozens of people rushed up and surrounded Chen Ce.
But he simply drew another weapon—a silver longsword, the Muramana.
The Way of the Wanderer was perfectly displayed at this moment.
The soft yet sturdy Wind Wall withstood all sorts of ranged attack magic, while the continuous sword draws accumulated intense gusts of wind energy on the blade.
Chen Ce continuously used [Sweeping Blade], his agile figure weaving freely through the crowd, almost without suffering any harm.
A swift wind cannot be grasped.
Once the gale has accumulated and taken shape, it can lift everything in the world into the sky.
"Solieeikietong!"
Chen Ce uttered standard Ancient Ionian, and a dense barrage of sword light instantly filled everyone's vision—like a vast net trying to catch the stars in mid-air.
The wind and snow continued, but then a rain of blood began to fall.
Ashe stood frozen in place, even forgetting to draw her bow.
She always knew Chen Ce was stronger than her, but this power...?
I can't understand...
It must be said that the Drüvask boar's off-road capabilities are far superior to those of the ice-covered giants.
The snow-capped mountains were rugged and dangerous, but Bristle moved with ease. Sejuani was growing increasingly fond of her new mount.
Soon, she rounded the last valley and arrived at the place where the firelight was dense—it had become much darker by then.
During the time she charged forward, shouts of battle and screams filled the air, clearly indicating that a fierce battle had broken out.
But as she got closer, her voice became noticeably softer.
Many of those torches have gone out... The Frostguard must have suffered heavy casualties as well.
Ashe... that small, thin figure must be her... she looks exhausted too, doesn't she?
Just right.
This is the perfect time.
Sejuani raised one hand, gesturing for the tribespeople who were following behind her to stop.
Everyone remained quietly in place, afraid of making the slightest noise and scaring away their "prey".
Sejuani once again observed the situation not far away—there were still more than a dozen figures there. Clearly, the battle was nearing its end.
This was somewhat unexpected for her.
She had heard that the Frostguard had sent nearly a hundred Frost Priests... How could Ashe have led those useless, lowly Hearthblood to such a degree of victory?
Did they kill dozens of Frost Priests?
Well... that's fine too. This way, the pressure on our side will be less—after all, the Frost Priests will definitely win in the end, and the fewer of them who survive, the better.
With this in mind, Sejuani felt even more confident.
Just as she was preparing to seize the opportunity to rush in and clean up the mess, several figures suddenly rushed towards them.
The people running in front were tall and looked like Frost Priests, while behind them... there was only one person, who was small and thin.
Is one person chasing after several others?
Such a slender figure... Ashe? She still has the energy to chase down several lone Frost Priests?
No... that's impossible. Even if she obtained Avarosa's legacy, she couldn't possibly possess such power.
She was probably at her limit and planned to take a few more down with her to help relieve the pressure on those useless Hearthblood.
How magnificent... foolishly magnificent.
In Freljord, kindness is nothing but foolishness, naivety, and laughable innocence.
"Since our old friend has come to us, let's prepare to welcome him." Sejuani beckoned again, and the tribespeople immediately drew their weapons. "Kill the Frost Priests first, then deal with Ashe."
"Yes!" Dozens of Winter's Claw warriors responded in unison, preparing for battle.
Sejuani waited quietly as the figures drew ever closer.
"Prepare..."
She was already silently counting down in her mind.
But just as the countdown ended and she was about to shout "Go!", she suddenly saw the "small, thin figure" clearly.
That... isn't Ashe.
It was a man.
A young, thin man.
"A Hearthblood?" Sejuani was immediately taken aback. "He's chasing the Frost Priests?"
Before she could react, the Frost Priests were already forced in front of her in a very disheveled state.
In their panic, they pointed directly at the warriors of the Winter's Claw and shouted, "You over there! In the name of Lady of Ice and Darkness, I command you! Stop this man!!"
No one responded.
First, they already had plans to rebel against the Lissandra; second... they were also stunned.
A skinny Hearthblood... chasing after several strong, magically skilled Frost Priests?
Even those scumbags who drown their sorrows in alcohol all night wouldn't come up with such an outrageous story!
"Quick... quick...! Stop them! Ah!!"
One of them let out a terrible wail halfway through his sentence.
A huge scythe severed his legs, while a sharp longsword pierced his chest.
The remaining three ran even faster.
But they still could not escape their fate of death.
In the darkness, blood splattered everywhere.
After dealing with several Frost Priests, the thin man turned and left without even glancing at the members of Winter's Claw.
Sejuani was completely stunned.
After a while, she realized that she needed to hurry up and find Ashe.