Chapter 158
"Let's take another look..."
Chen Ce closed his eyes and began to take a nap.
But just then, a soft footstep shattered his fantasy of slacking off.
He instantly sat up in the recliner, his back ramrod straight.
"I wasn't slacking off, Lady Ashe... Sejuani brought this chair for me... She said it would be too tiring for me to stand all the time..."
"Ashe? Is the great Miss Ashe here?" A gentle voice rang out. It wasn't Ashe's.
Chen Ce turned his head in confusion and saw a blindfolded nun cautiously walking towards him.
"Excuse me, who are you? Do you know how to get to the camp's living area? I think I'm lost..."
She walked slowly, her small, fair hands cautiously groping in the air, as if afraid of bumping into something.
"Um... hello?"
"Oh, be careful..." Chen Ce quickly stepped forward to help the nun. "I am Chen Ce, a guard from the Freljord Alliance... ah, I mean, a protector."
"Thank you, Mr. Chen Ce ..." The nun sat down carefully. "I'm a refugee who just arrived seeking asylum... I was looking for Miss Ul, the caretaker, but I got lost..."
"That sounds terrible," Chen Ce sighed inwardly—regretting the "taken" deck chair. "But I'm sorry, I can't take you back right now—I can't leave on my own; I have to stay here. Maybe I'll have to wait until Miss Ashe comes to bring me dinner later to ask her to take you back."
"Yes, no, I'm not in a hurry. Your work is more important." The nun smiled and nodded, appearing very understanding. "But it's actually the great Miss Ashe who's bringing you dinner? It seems your relationship is quite special."
"Haha, thank goodness."
"Are you a blood ally of Miss Ashe?"
"This... is not."
"Oh~ If you ever become Miss Ashe's blood sworn brother, I will sincerely pray to the Lord for you."
"Then thank you in advance." Chen Ce exchanged a few polite words, then placed the Darkin Blade and Darkin Scythe together and sat down as a cushion.
Rhaast has begun its chronicle of time once more.
Aatrox, on the other hand, immediately... suffered a fit of jade syndrome. JPG
Listening to the bickering between the two Darkin, Chen Ce glanced at the nun beside him with a bored expression.
She had a great figure and was very tall... The tight-fitting nun's habit couldn't hide her perfect curves; instead, the slight tightness gave her an unusual beauty... a striking contrast between elegance and voluptuousness... and so on.
The black and white nun's habit had a hem somewhat similar to a cheongsam, and below that was a pair of black over-the-knee stockings—a striking contrast to her fair skin, which further accentuated the snow-white appearance of her long legs.
Moving upwards... her features are very beautiful, but her cheeks are pale and somewhat bloodless. However, her lips are very red and full, quite lovely.
Her eyes were covered by a black cloth, yet it radiated a pure, holy whiteness—like the description of a blind angel in an ancient book: [She had lost her sight and could no longer see the filth of the world; her eyes held only darkness, yet she could glimpse the light within humanity.]
"Are you looking at me?" Suddenly, the nun's gentle voice came.
Faced with the question that changing the scene could equate to an accusation, Chen Ce calmly nodded and replied, "Yes, I think you resemble someone somewhat."
That's also the main reason why he kept staring at others.
Who is it?
"A... very powerful magician."
"Huh? A very powerful magician?" The nun tilted her head. "That sounds familiar."
Has anyone said this before?
"Yes... someone once said I look like the Lissandra."
The Lissandra. That's exactly the kind of person Chen Ce thought she resembled.
Lissandra... also had a tall figure, fair skin, and long silver hair.
Even their blind eyes are exactly the same.
But...
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made that guess," Chen Ce said apologetically. "You're much gentler than the rumored cruel Lissandra; that's impossible."
"It's alright," the nun replied with a smile.
Yes, Lissandra couldn't possibly be that gentle.
The things she did back then were incredibly brutal... Even if it was feigned gentleness, what was the purpose?
There is absolutely no such motivation.
Just because someone looks somewhat similar doesn't mean they are Lissandra.
"Hmm... I'm a little sleepy..." After a moment of silence, the nun groped her way to lie down. "I came all the way from the north, and I haven't had a good night's sleep for days... May I rest here for a while, Mr. Chen Ce?"
"Of course." Chen Ce did not refuse this trivial request that had no impact whatsoever.
"Thank you~" The nun smiled gently again, then curled up on her side on the recliner.
Chen Ce consciously stopped speaking and silently continued his work—a security guard in Freljord, protecting the peace of the region.
But as time went by, he found himself getting sleepy.
But this is a crucial moment, how can I fall asleep...?
You absolutely mustn't fall asleep... in case we happen to be attacked by the Ursine...
You absolutely cannot sleep...
Can't sleep...
Most...
At most, I'll close my eyes for a moment...
Close your eyes and rest for a bit...
Just for a moment...
Snowflakes danced in the air, covering the entire mountain range in a blanket of white.
It's like wearing a magnificent and pure white robe.
Chen Ce looked down at his body; the heavy armor made him feel very safe. In his hand, he held a somewhat worn greatsword, the nicks and nicks on it resembling medals of honor for a warrior.
But he was a little unsure of what he was supposed to do.
In the distance... in the distance, there are endless icebergs...
Behind the iceberg...
Were they a group of warriors charging forward with screams?
The soldiers, numbering as many as they were, turned into tiny black dots and charged toward the other side of the mountain range.
Their target is... a group of enormous monsters.
Bearman.
And... the creators of the Ursine.
Volibear, the legendary demigod of Freljord and the god who controls thunder.
Boom--!!
A violent bolt of lightning descended from the sky, instantly turning thousands of people into charred remains.
The battlefield was filled with a pungent odor; screams and fear mingled together, like perfect notes added to a symphony of death.
Human warriors seemed to have no chance of winning.
Until a woman appeared.
She stood before the army, facing the terrifying "god" with an air of arrogance.
With a wave of her hand, she could summon countless eternal True Ice, freezing hundreds of bear-men forever within the solid ice and beneath the abyss; her steps were slow and elegant, and she walked towards the Volibear without fear.
Finally, she faced off against the Volibear, which was as large as a small mountain.
The True Ice summoned by the witch pierced through the Volibear's body, and the Volibear's nearly immortal body unleashed a powerful claw strike at the witch.
In an instant, the witch was struck down and forever lost the ability to gaze into the light.
Volibear won the battle, but it could not stop some things from happening... those conspiracies Volibear had been brewing for a long time, those plans that were being carried out in the shadows.
Centuries later, human tribes abandoned their old gods and began to worship the Three Sisters. Many ancient customs have been forgotten.
Volibear saw human tribes hiding behind stone walls instead of facing the harshness of nature. It saw farmers cultivating the land and grazing their livestock on pastures instead of gathering and hunting. It saw great rivers blocked by dams, unable to flow freely. So it let out an angry roar.
This is not Freljord. These changes are happening slowly—like the movement of a glacier. But Volibear has finally realized that the human tribes have become utterly estranged from the wild spirit of this land; they have become cowardly, submissive, and weak. These weaklings no longer follow the ancient ways, nor do they worship the Old Gods.
Everything is changing...
Everything is changing...
Chen Ce stood on a desolate, icy plain, with a fallen witch before him.
She struggled to her feet, crimson blood streaming from her blind eyes. Calmly, she raised her arm and summoned a piece of True Ice.
The True Ice is like humanity, which never gives up.
Whether it's the ancient gods or the threats from the abyss.
"I need your help..."
Chen Ce opened his eyes groggily, the noisy chatter of Rhaast and Aatrox echoing in his mind, making him irritable.
"Tsk..." He rubbed his swollen eyes and looked at the recliner next to him.
There was no one there.
There should have been a... nun lying there?
Yes, that beautiful nun who was blind.
Where did she go?
"How long have I been asleep...?"
Chen Ce stood up from the two Darkin weapons and looked up at the sun in the sky.
Judging from the sun's position... it seems like less than an hour has passed?
I only slept for a short while... thankfully.
Fortunately, nothing serious happened.
Chen Ce stretched comfortably, preparing to sit back down on the recliner—now that the strange nun was gone, the recliner was his again.
But just as he sat down, a scream suddenly came from afar.
"Bear Man--!"
That scream was like the final pebble that set off the avalanche, instantly triggering a chain reaction of countless screams.
The warriors of the Freljord Alliance immediately prepared for battle, and within moments, the various defensive fortifications were packed with people.
Chen Ce also looked in the direction from which the screams came, and just then caught a glimpse of two familiar figures in the chaotic crowd.
Two big bald heads.
The burly man was bald.
The one holding the Gragas is naturally Gragas, and the other one holding the "door" is...
Braum?
Poro Keeper, Braum?
"Everyone, get ready--!" Another loud shout rang out, interrupting Chen Ce's thoughts.
Perhaps now is not the time to worry about such things.
He immediately picked up the two Darkin weapons from the ground and rushed towards the direction from which the bear-men were attacking.
Soon, he saw no fewer than a hundred menacing bear-men approaching—each of them was three or four meters tall, with sharp fangs and massive muscles that looked extremely dangerous.