Chapter 458 [0453] Unwelcome

Although it is called "socio-economic survey", in this draft, Shivana and Ino focused entirely on the economy, and the social relations part was summarized in just a few simple sentences.

"The locals have a strong sense of clan, belong to the regional joint autonomy, and have an ambiguous relationship with the Third Legion of the North."

And that's it.

There is no other way. With limited time and insufficient manpower, in this draft, Ino and Shivana can only qualitatively and specifically describe the work and lifestyle of the people of Fosbyro, and use economic methods to explain the overall social operation logic of Fosbyro.

Unfortunately, most of the time they can only choose to record stories heard from others, and the detailed data in the survey is not very clear-except for data that they can easily confirm, such as "how long is the nearest village to Fosbyro", other data can only be provided by local people.

And here is the problem: ordinary people in Fosbyro are not very sensitive to numbers!

When facing the questions of Ino and Shyvana, the data they can provide is definitely not as accurate as expected. If Lux follows this version of the data completely, the result may be directly led into the ditch.

But even so, this first edition of the survey report is still very valuable first-hand data. It well explains and explains the content of the daily work of the people of Fosbyro, the source of income, and the current level of infrastructure such as products and transportation, which plays a very important role in understanding Fosbyro.

Of course, since there is a first edition, there must be a second edition, a third edition, and even a revised edition.

Lux believes that as he gradually understands the North and Fosbyro, this survey report will eventually be enriched little by little, and eventually become an important support for guiding the construction of Fosbyro!

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Just as Lux gradually understands Fosbyro, Silas in Freljord is now learning about this ancient and cold land through the believers of the old gods, the guys called shamans, and looking for an opportunity to return to Demacia as a king.

After stealing the gift of the old gods through his own talents, Silas's first choice was to run away - he had no hostility towards the unlucky shaman named Solva who was almost frozen to death.

But unfortunately, after he obtained this warm power, the Winter Claw warriors who were traveling with Solva did not hesitate to ride on the Juvask boar and surrounded Seravi.

In fact, when Flena saw her own shaman fall, the scar mother was also confused - after yelling "Follow up" and leading the other people in the looting group to surround her, she looked at Silas who was surrounded by heavy siege, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.

Solva was still in the hands of the enemy.

If it was an ordinary warrior - no matter how brave - fell into the hands of the enemy at this time, Flena would not hesitate at all, and would only urge the Winter Claw warriors to crush the opponent.

But this stranger is different. He is now next to the favored one of the old gods.

The face of the old gods must be given.

Therefore, after completing the outer siege, Brockval, one of Fleinna's blood allies, the tall and strong Brockval, took the initiative to rush forward, as if to test the other party's quality.

The tacit understanding between the blood allies does not require too much verbal communication. The moment Brockval moved out, Fleinna already knew what he was going to do.

Sure enough, Brockval led the team to ten steps in front of Silas, and stopped decisively, still riding on the back of the wild boar, with the spear in his hand pointing far away at Silas standing next to Solva.

Although Brockval looks like a big guy without a head, this big guy is obviously very wise-after seeing his own shaman fall inexplicably, although he has locked the guy in front of him tightly, he did not act rashly or touch his chain that looks very dangerous.

In this case, encirclement is the best way.

"I'm Flena," after confirming that this guy couldn't run away, Flena took a step forward on her larger Juvask boar and announced loudly, "Scarmother of Winter's Claw, Shieldbreaker, Messenger of Suffering, I am Juvask's Roar - who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Unfortunately, Silas didn't understand a word. He could only tilt his head and give his response in Demacian.

It was a response that was like a chicken talking to a duck.

"You don't understand what I'm saying, right?" Flena continued, "I, Flena."

Seeing this strange woman patting her chest and repeating Flena like a giant bear, Silas obviously understood the other party's identity.

"Silas." He patted his chest, imitating the other person's behavior, "Silas!"

"Silas?" Flena repeated, "Your name is Silas, right?"

Although this scene has a bit of "your name" meaning, the tense atmosphere in the cold air does not allow for any charm. Although Silas is smiling, his hands have already grasped the magic-forbidden stone chain on his wrist tightly, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

"Is she dead?" Flena asked the people around her without hesitation during the confrontation, "She looks motionless."

"She is frozen, but still alive," a voice full of surprise answered in the caster team, "She is still alive at the moment."

The Winter Claw warriors, who still maintained the encirclement posture, began to whisper.

Frozen?

Everyone knew that the Frost Sister was integrated with the cold, which was a gift from the old gods-but now she was frozen, and this warm-blooded man Silas stood in front of them bare-chested?

Flena frowned and began to think about her options.

She herself did not believe in the old gods. She didn't believe in anything other than steel, fire and blood.

But the problem was that her warriors were different.

They might regard the scene in front of them as some kind of omen.

"What a waste of time." She shook her head and then took the initiative to urge her mount, "The farce should end."

"Let me do it." Brockvar roared and jumped off his mount, "I'll do it!"

Flena raised her eyebrows-her blood alliance was good in everything and was brave no matter where he was, but his brain was sometimes not very good, and he was too superstitious.

"He has harmed the shaman like this." Brokvar pointed at Solva who was still lying on the ground, "It would be my honor to punish him under the gaze of the gods."

With that, without waiting for Flena to nod, he took a step and ran towards Silas.

Silas, who was still tall, was as thin as a chicken in front of this ice warrior with ice blood.

When Brokvar drew Winter Sigh from the scabbard behind his back and walked towards Silas with a cold step, an indescribable sense of oppression appeared in his heart. He subconsciously wanted to swing the chain to give this big guy a good look, but in the end he narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting for the other party to reveal a flaw first.

Anyway... I'm not cold now.

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On the snow, Solva's body was extremely stiff.

For her, the last time she felt real cold was when she was very young - at that time she had not yet gone through the sixth winter of her life, and it was a very naughty time.

At that time, she ran to a frozen lake, chasing a snow rabbit, laughing as she ran, not realizing that the ice under her feet was actually very thin.

Then, with a terrible cracking sound, the ice cap collapsed, and little Solva fell into the freezing lake water.

In those long minutes, she experienced death, and was finally fished out from under the ice cap. The tribe's shaman returned the breath of life to her-it was that night that she first showed the power given by God.

"Sometimes, when a person goes to the other side of life and death, he will change after returning." The old shaman of the tribe explained, "With wisdom that mortals cannot understand, the gods bless you."

Since then, Solva was surprised to find that she no longer feared the cold, and could even walk in a blizzard with her skin exposed, even if the wind and snow were raging, Solva was not affected.

And now, when the power was taken away, Solva lying on the snow seemed to have turned back into the panicked little girl.

Her body and consciousness seemed to slowly sink in the ice hole, watching the light above her head getting farther and farther away, but this time she was staring straight at the sky, unable to blink.

The breath of Anivia never stopped blowing, and Solva just lay on the ground, numb and ignorant, unable to breathe.

At this moment, she couldn't hear anything, couldn't feel anything.

At this moment, the severe cold invaded her body and merged with her.

In a trance, Solva had a subtle enlightenment-could it be that this was the reason why she was guided to come here?

The "wisdom that mortals cannot understand" mentioned by the shaman, is it actually that he wants to come here and pass this power to this warm-blooded person?

No, it's not!

I am the one favored by the gods!

But unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself, an indescribable fear still grabbed her heart, making it quiet down little by little, dragging her into the icy hell of annihilation.

As Silas "enthusiastically" covered Solva with his not-so-useful fur coat, the shaman who had lost the power of the old gods was soon on the verge of death under the influence of the breath of Anivia.

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Solva was dying.

But Silas no longer had time to care about these things at this time - in front of him, the tall Brokvar had already taken the initiative to attack.

The man known as the "Iron Fist" held the sword in one hand and swung a fatal blow directly. While rushing forward, Winter Sigh roared and cut through the air, leaving a trail of ice mist.

This True Ice weapon named Winter Sigh is theoretically a one-handed sword, but for ordinary people, Brokvar's one-handed sword is a bit too long to use with both hands.

As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger. Brokvar's extremely swift blow was accurate and fierce. According to the words of the Freljord, it was "enough to split an ice troll in half."

But what surprised him was that Silas was able to maintain an amazing speed with the chains - facing this slash, he not only dodged the fatal blow, but the two chains on his wrists also drew an arc and whipped down, almost hitting Brockval's face.

But it didn't matter.

The sword failed, and Brokvall threw a backhand punch, aiming at the side of the opponent's head. Fleina couldn't help but wink when she saw this - just like many opponents who thought Brokvall was stupid, she saw that The little man named Silas was knocked away directly.

Brocvall followed, and although Silas struggled to get up and finally regained his footing, he only delayed the inevitable result slightly.

Being able to become Fleina's blood ally, Brokvall is not just as simple as "looking strong".

Although he is a bit superstitious, in terms of fighting style, Brokvall is quite clean and tidy - after gaining the upper hand, he decisively moves forward, intending to directly hit the target.

Silas focused his eyes on the weapon of this Freljord barbarian.

The hilt of the sword was inlaid with a pale ice crystal, which was shining brightly, and the blade was covered with a layer of cold white frost.

The magic emanating from that ice crystal was like nothing Silas had ever seen before - it was raw and ferocious, and only a fraction of its power was released.

But even so, Silas can still feel its magic power through his skin. That power is so familiar. It seems that the woman who inspired him to escape from the prison in the forbidden prison used exactly this kind of power. .

The woman's power brought him back to life, driving away the coldness from his body and the deathly gray from his fingertips.

In comparison, the power on this ice crystal is older and more massive.

If you can come across it...

With a roar, Sylas moved forward to confront the Freljordian.

His goal was pure. Silas had confirmed through the previous fight that he was no match for this physically strong barbarian - in a one-on-one battle, the opponent almost completely crushed him.

His body was tall and flexible, making him as weak as a child in comparison.

In this case, the only way to win was to take away the power from the one-handed sword in his hand. Silas believed that that power was enough to escape from the siege of these barbarians.

In addition, I am no longer afraid of the severe cold. From now on, the sky is brighter and the sea is brighter, and I am bound to achieve great things!

Thinking of this, he took the initiative to approach Brokvall, focusing all his attention on defense and alert - he thought clearly that he only needed to get out of the way for a moment, and then put the chain of the Forbidden Demon Stone on the opponent. With the weapon, you can capture the opponent's power!

Brocvall obviously didn't know what Silas was planning. Seeing that this weak warm-blooded man dared to come here to seek death, he snorted heavily from his nostrils, and then waved the one-handed sword again.

That's it now!

Silas's face lit up, and he threw out the magic stone chain in his hand and threw it directly into Brockvar's hand.

The next moment, the forbidden magic stone chain touched the sword, and an indescribable power came from it. Before Silas could feel joy, a layer of fine ice crystals appeared on his entire body.

Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, he fell down with a thud.

Obviously, compared to the gift of the old gods, Zhenbing's power exceeded the limit that Silas could bear.

Kalya’s Little Classroom: Ice Bloodline and Perfect Ice:

In Freljord, although ice blood and perfect ice always appear at the same time, they are actually two different powers - perfect ice is the pure state of the ice element and an advanced elemental power; and cold Ice bloodline is a special bloodline transformation that allows people to ignore the cold and freely control the ice.

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