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As Liam's hand was about to touch the hilt of Frostmourne, an arrow suddenly whistled through the air, accurately hitting his wrist. He let out a miserable cry, and a dark figure passed through the void, taking Frostmourne right before his eyes, while a slender and agile female elf at the entrance was drawing her bow and aiming at him.

"You'd better back off, Liam," Vereesa warned. "This next one won't be a warning."

He clutched his wrist, his gaze not even lingering on the female elf who had hurt him, but fixedly staring at the figure standing beside her, the one who had once saved him from the Dreadlord's attack and now had taken away his chance for revenge.

"Give it back to me! Frostmourne!" Liam roared. "It's mine!"

Kassadin said coldly, "Liam, you are straying further and further down the path of darkness. Are you unmoved by the cries and deaths of those around you injured by the ice crystals?" He stored the demonic sword into the void amidst the other's hateful gaze: "It doesn't belong to you. You'd better think about what you've done."

"Let's go," Kassadin said to Vereesa.

"No! Stay!" Liam staggered as he tried to catch up, but the two figures had already disappeared. The slowly closing void rift seemed to mock his incompetence, as he had no idea where Kassadin would go. Even if he knew, how could he defeat this mysterious mage?

The power of revenge had been so close to him, within reach, but this hope had been brutally shattered by Kassadin.

Liam fell into complete despair. Was this the punishment Heaven had given him? He had lost everything, and even his most loyal subordinates had been wiped out in the cave.

"Your Highness… Prince Liam…" Court Mage Remnantz uttered intermittently.

As if awakened, Liam hurriedly walked to Remnantz's side. His captain of the guard had been struck in the abdomen by shards of ice, leaving a bloody mess. The cold and massive blood loss had replaced the pain with numbness. Remnantz knew very well that he only had a few dozen seconds left to live.

"Don't speak, I'll save you!" Liam endured the pain of breaking the arrow on his wrist, pulling it out and throwing it aside. He desperately recalled the process of beseeching the Holy Light, ignoring the blood constantly gushing from the wound. He then remembered that he hadn't prayed in a long time. He used to pray sincerely once every morning, noon, and evening. When did he abandon this habit? He recalled that it was after the Scourge's descent.

'Will the Holy Light forgive me?' he thought anxiously. Then he forced himself to forget the pain in his body, praying for the power of the Holy Light to heal the person before him.

"Your Highness…" Remnantz forced himself to perk up, not wanting to be overcome by the intense drowsiness, because he knew that once he fell asleep, he would never wake up again. "Your Highness… we have embarked on a… wrong path… Please… turn back… in time…"

"Our Gilneas should… fight for the living… for the people's happiness… and a better… future… and… fight…"

Liam kept calling upon the Holy Light, like a novice paladin just starting to try to summon the Holy Light, always making mistakes and always getting no response.

'Please… Merciful Holy Light… I beg you to heal my friend…'

"I know I was wrong…" Liam closed his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face. At that moment of sincere repentance, light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and the Holy Light responded to his request. That familiar, merciful, and warm energy returned to his body, and he felt the beating of his heart again, so healthy and strong.

He excitedly activated his healing ability, and the Holy Light flowed along his palm.

"Friend, you are saved!" He opened his eyes in delight, then was stunned, and finally despaired.

Remnantz's body was already cold and stiff.

—

"Is Icecrown Glacier right outside here?" Aiden confirmed one last time.

The Spider-Man Kirix said, "Yes, the Scourge calls this place the Court of Bones. They have built a towering fortress on the ground, and we have fought the Scourge for many years, but we have never breached its gates." His voice carried some fear. The name "Lich King" was synonymous with fear in the eyes of the surviving Spider-Men.

"Alright, thank you for guiding us all the way," Aiden expressed his gratitude. "Now it's our turn to take the stage. Kirix, you should go back!"

"You… really want to do that?" Kirix's tone was hesitant. "You will lose your lives."

"No, we won't lose our lives, only the Lich King will," Aiden revealed a confident smile. "We will definitely succeed!"

Kirix was silent for a moment, then said, "Then count me in! The Nerubians and the Lich King are mortal enemies!" He knew what saying this meant. He would face death head-on with this group of "lunatics," which required immense courage. But he still wanted to do it, even if the result was truly certain death.

"Welcome to join us," Aiden extended his hand, grasping the Spider-Man's upper limb.

After a brief rest, he began to prepare to implement his plan.

"First, we need someone to scout whether it is possible to directly reach the top of Icecrown Citadel by flying, directly assaulting the Frozen Throne. If it is possible, then naturally everything will be easy. If not, then we will adopt the second plan."

"I'll go, Commander," Angel Pamyel volunteered, stepping forward. Among the people here, only she and Kayle could fly freely.

"I can too," Quinn also stood out. After merging with Valor, she transforms into a giant eagle, capable of soaring freely as well.

Aiden thought for a moment and said, "Quinn, please go. I'm afraid the angels will make the Lich King wary."

Quinn received the task and left the underground passage. Returning to the surface, she merged with Valor as quickly as possible, transforming into a giant eagle and flying into the sky.

"And then we need some heroes." Aiden had already planned it out. In the snowy environment of Icecrown Glacier, heroes of the Freljord lineage could display their greatest strength.

Ashe the Frost Archer, Lissandra the Ice Witch, Sejuani the Fury of the North, Tryndamere the Barbarian King, Olaf the Berserker, Volibear, and others were all excellent choices. However, Aiden didn't plan to use all his energy summoning them, because he still needed other helpers.

He began the summoning.

The first to emerge from the summoning circle was a brass-colored tin man. Its huge body contrasted sharply with its small, flat head. This was Valoran's unique hero—Blitzcrank, the "Great Steam Golem."

If the Lich King was an expert at playing with minds and souls, he would definitely be at a loss in front of Blitzcrank.

"Greetings, Garen; Greetings, Lux; Greetings, Vayne; Greetings, Kayle; Greetings, Miss Fortune," Blitzcrank emitted a mechanically synthesized electronic voice, which sounded very strange. And its way of greeting was also matched its image.

Rhonin couldn't help but be amused. He laughed and said, "That's really interesting."

Saurfang, flashing with curiosity, pointed to Blitzcrank's big belly and asked, "Is there a gnome inside?"

Blitzcrank replied in a straight-laced manner, "Inside are my power supply system, drive system, logic system, defense system, and safety system. No gnome."

"What is that?" Saurfang really didn't understand at all. Under Garen's explanation, he finally understood that Blitzcrank was a pure robot, a special robot with intelligence.

Next, the second to emerge was a big guy even more robust than the orcs. His eyes radiated an abnormal red light, and his exposed skin also revealed a metallic gray color like steel. He carried a huge battle axe, looking extremely intimidating.

As soon as Garen saw this guy, he couldn't help but taunt, "Sion, do you have any parts that need replacing?"

"Do you want to try my axe, little kid?" The second hero to be summoned—Sion, the Undead Juggernaut—retorted without showing any weakness.

"Quiet!" Kayle spoke out to stop their provocative behavior.

The two immediately became well-behaved. However, they were definitely still unconvinced in their hearts.

No Demacian would like Sion. This undead, resurrected being had a crown inlaid on his neck—a crown that belonged to Demacia's former king.

Saurfang's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "This guy is really a human? He looks a bit like the deceased Chieftain Blackhand." Especially those eyes radiating red light, which were exactly the same as those of orcs who had drunk demon blood. This guy was only missing a pair of fangs.

The third to appear was a silver-haired female archer with snow-like hair. She held a divine ice bow crafted from extreme ice, with a pretty face and a cold and noble temperament. Her clothing was very thin, showing off her perfect figure, and the hem of her short skirt also revealed a section of smooth thighs, straight and slender, quite alluring. In this Icecrown Glacier, where the temperature was more than twenty degrees below zero, she didn't feel cold at all. Based on this point alone, no one dared to underestimate her.

"This is the queen of the Avarosan tribe, Ashe the 'Frost Archer'," Garen whispered to Saurfang and Rhonin.

"Oh—" The two lengthened their tones.

After Ashe came out, she politely greeted everyone and then stopped speaking.

After these three heroes came out, Aiden stopped summoning. He still had a lot of energy left, but next, he would summon based on the situation of the reconnaissance report. If he could go straight to the top floor, he would naturally summon heroes to deal with the Lich King; if he had to fight from the bottom up, he would summon a large number of ordinary soldiers.

The reason for summoning the Undead Juggernaut Sion was naturally to rely on his identity as an "undead", which would definitely save them some trouble when approaching the Lich King. Moreover, this guy was a "Juggernaut", and his combat ability was definitely not weak.

Before long, Quinn returned here, and her expression told Aiden the answer.

"That fortress is shrouded in a powerful magical barrier, making it impossible to cross directly from the air."

"It doesn't matter, then we'll adopt the second plan." Although Aiden was a little disappointed, this situation was also expected, but the battle would become more difficult.

"Sion, go help us scout the situation inside the castle, and be careful to ensure your own safety. I'm going to continue summoning," he instructed.

Sion received the order and was about to go out when a void gate suddenly appeared before their eyes. Two figures walked out from within.

"No need to go, I have a way," Kassadin's voice followed.