The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

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While Seraphine's operations in the underworld were underway, the Freljord's Frostguard fortress was experiencing a catastrophe.

Purple blood overflowed from the ground, and the temperature of the entire Frostguard Fortress was much lower than before.

The Frostguard Fortress, which was originally full of anger, has fallen into dead silence at this moment.

All the guards disappeared, except for the whistling of the cold wind, there was no other sound.

Deep underground in Frostguard Fortress.

Card wipe, card wipe...

The sound of ice breaking came one after another.

Lissandra stood in the center of the underground, feeling the cold gazes projected from the surrounding and unknown spaces, her face was indifferent.

It's just that the solid ice covering the entire ground is slowly melting, and the huge purple void creature that has been sleeping for many years in front of her is slowly awakening from its deep sleep.

Lissandra's expression at the moment was a hint of unwillingness, but more of a relief of relief.

For eight thousand years, she chose to stick to it and not let the Void Watcher in front of her step into Rune Land for half a step.

She succeeded, but also failed.

Even if she persisted for 8,000 years, she still couldn't kill the Void Watcher, and she was completely powerless to suppress the other party because of more Void's gaze. This was her failure.

But she also persisted for eight thousand years. Although she failed to defeat the opponent, she waited for someone who could solve the void. This was her success.

"Avarosa, Cerylda, I wish I was the one who dedicated my life..."

"You may hate me, but even until the end, I did not betray the promise of our three sisters."

"It's a pity that I will never see the day when the snow and ice melt in the Freljord again."

"The descendants of both of you are good, only I am alone, but I don't like to have descendants, it's good to be alone..."

Lissandra recalled the story she once had with her two sisters in her mind, and her consciousness gradually became unbearable.

She can choose to escape now. With her peak demigod strength, the frozen Void Watchers can't stop her, and those who want to open the Void Channel in Freljord can't stop her.

But here is the Freljord, where the three sisters first fought, and where can she flee.

Instead of being a coward, it's better to accompany your two paranoid sisters earlier.

She really misses the old days...

card wipe... card wipe...

As the underground ice gradually melted, Lissandra's body, along with the thousand-year-old ice, turned into debris and scattered.

Even until the end of her life, she did not choose to compromise with the void, but burned all her vitality, just to freeze the Void Watcher for a few more seconds.

Whoa! Whoa!

The Freljord sky changed color, and the snow that had stopped for a few days suddenly began to fall again.

Not only the Freljord, but other regions also ushered in the first snow of the year.

The northern border of the empire, where the Northern Front Legion is stationed.

"Why is it snowing, didn't the magic net say it's a good weather today?"

Delevin stood outside the tent, letting snowflakes fall on his naked body, steaming all over his body.

Beside him, Darius, who was sitting on the ground, said in a low voice:

"The passing of a great man deserves everyone's memory today."

"Um?"

Hearing Darius' words, Delevin also felt something was wrong.

Although he didn't know much, he prevented the aid of some special instruments.

After a while of fiddling, he also found the problem.

There are traces of magic in the snow that fell today, a man-made snowfall.