He Comes From the Void

This is a man dressed as a priest, walking towards them from the stronghold, with a bear skin on his shoulders, a helmet with parallel horns on his head, graffiti on his face with strange ink, and a one-eyed eye on his forehead.

"Frost Priest?"

The man nodded without denying it. "One-eyed is always watching you. I am the Frost Priest, and I am one of Lissandra's representatives in the world."

"Isn't Lissandra not alive?" Kahn looked at the frost priest. The latter replied indifferently: "She walks in the dreamland, walking on thin ice, maintaining a fragile balance."

Kahn moved his lips, and finally held back the thought of rebuttal.

The Frost Priest had been misleading them from the very beginning. Lissandra was actually in the same world as them. Even if she was asleep, her real body must be lying somewhere in the fortress.

It's just that he didn't understand why Lissandra would enter Taliyah's dream, but not enter his dream to communicate with him. Are you busy weaving dreams? Still afraid to watch them?

"Have you ever left the Freljord?" Kai'Sa asked.

No one else in the tribe could speak outside language, only this priesthood, which surprised her.

"I have never left the ice field, but I have learned how to communicate with people outside the ice field with my teacher Drakron. He is one of the highest-ranking priests, receiving direct orders from the Frost Witch herself, and at the same time he is all One of the most fanatical and knowledgeable members of the Frostguard." The Frost Priest shook his head and chuckled, but the ink on his face made his smile look weird.

"He told me there are unfrozen lands beyond the Freljord, where the dirt is hot dust and no one knows what snow is. The sun beats down relentlessly. Even the rain is rare .So the earth, day after day, longs for rain."

"There is indeed such a place. It's called the desert. That's where we came from." Kai'Sa crossed her arms. The Frost Priest was a talkative person, and the conversation didn't seem to end in a few words.

The Frost Priest continued with a smile: "I used to think he was lying to me. There might be places in the world where there is no frost and snow and no ice. And some of them almost never set foot outside the walls of the fortress. How do you know what's going on outside the ice sheet?"

Kahn was silent and asked the priest to continue talking.

"It wasn't until later that our consciousness connected, that I realized that what he said was true. There really was a land that Anivia had never touched. It was my short-sightedness, I only experienced winter."

"I have never heard of the existence of frost priests in this land. Outsiders' perception of the Freljord is a group of uncivilized barbarians."

The Frost Priest was not angry, he said: "On the contrary, our history is longer than any other civilization. Have you heard the legend of the Three Sisters?"

"I've heard it before, so I don't bother you to repeat it." Kahn took out the black ice pendant, his face solemn, and got straight to the point: "We have something very important to find Lissandra."

The Frost Priest took over the Black Ice Pendant, but his hands were not affected by the deadly power of the Ice like the Battle Mother, and the frost did not appear in his palm and spread like a heart.

He realized that this priest was an Iceborn, with the blood of ice, not afraid of True Ice.

The priest said: "Since you have heard the legend of the three sisters, you must know that the mistress of the Frostguard Fortress is not someone who can meet if she wants to."

"What's the condition?" Kahn narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became sharp. Generally speaking, it is to set a threshold for yourself, and it may not be too easy to meet Lissandra.

His eyes met those of the Frost Priest, but the latter turned to look at the stronghold.

"The Frosthorn tribe is one of the thousands of tribes in the Freljord. I came here to spread the will of Lissandra, to heal the sick with magic, to solve doubts, and they kept me in the tribe. , providing three meals a day. Now, the Frosthorn Tribe is in trouble, I can't sit idly by, but I can't get away..."

"You want us to help?"

"Yes, the long winter is coming, and the Frosthorn Tribe needs more food to fill up the granary, so as to ensure that there is enough food to survive the long winter night."

"Didn't they just hunt a group of Ernuk?" Kahn looked at the busy riders and questioned.

"There are too many mouths in the tribe that need to eat. Not only humans have to eat, but animals also have to eat, and this amount is far from enough. There shouldn't be a problem of food shortage, but the sea beasts harvested a full load of ours. The boat was hit and sunk, so we need to collect food again, but time is running out, and winter is coming."

"Then why didn't they bring back all Ernuk? Let go so many."

"Killing half and releasing half is the most reasonable choice. Wait until the next harvest season, and there will be as many Ernuks as before."

No matter how tricky Kahn's questions were, the priest could always find a reason to deal with them. Gradually, Kahn lost his patience.

"How much food can the two of us bring back, unless those mounts are lent to us."

During the week he spent with the Frosthorn Tribe, Karn had seen those riders remove the giant horn armor more than once to feed their mounts. Those white beasts gradually turned into wolf-like creatures, but were turned into deer by the protective gear.

"Those mounts are named White Death. Warriors will never lend their mounts to others. But I can lend you a small boat. You only need to go to the small island on the other side of the sea, fill the boat with food and bring it back. .”

Kahn glanced at it, and there was indeed a small island covered with ice and snow about a day's journey across the sea. In the description of the frost priest, it is a rich place.

It's just that he was very surprised, why they didn't go hunting in such a close place, but went all the way to Dongthorn Mountain to hunt? Back and forth wasted at least half a month.

There must be something strange in this, he must be careful.

"As long as we bring back food, will you tell us how to get to Frostguard Fortress?" Kahn confirmed with the priest.

"That's right." The Frost Priest nodded: "But you have to hurry up. In three days, Anivia will flap her wings and come with a bone-piercing wind. At that time, there will be endless heavy snow. Everything will be frozen, including your way back."

Kahn pondered for a while, and finally decided to accept the proposal of the Frost Priest.

"Then hurry up and prepare the boat, we'll set off right away."

In three days, except for the two-day round-trip journey, the real time left for them is only one day.

It must be done as soon as possible, Kahn has no patience to waste more than half a year waiting for winter to pass.