Chapter472 Love is buried on the cliff, flowers bloom on the other side

Style: Gaming Author: Red forest night frostWords: 2145Update Time: 24/01/11 14:48:42
Grace left anyway.

Lester tried to stop her, but the old woman threatened her with death, and the man had no choice but to let go.

He could only watch the old woman disappear firmly into the darkness. He knew that this was the last time he and Grace would see each other, a true farewell.

Two people, one going south, one going north, one going back to Frostguard Fortress, the other going to Demacia, the two have no intersection, like parallel lines that do not intersect.

There were only two encounters in life, but the beauty of the two encounters only brought unforgettable pain. The collapsed man swallowed everything in embarrassment.

After confirming that the boatman was just dizzy, Soraka came to the bow. The woman witnessed everything, wiped the wet corners of her eyes, knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together devoutly, and lowered her head to pray to the stars.

There were still gold coins with human faces collected by Grace scattered on the ground. Lester lay on the ground and picked them up one by one. When he couldn't hold them anymore, they scattered on the ground again. The man's eyes were like a lake and he couldn't see the person on the gold coins clearly. He couldn't tell whether it was tears or something else. The man with runny nose and tears was crawling around on the coast as blankly as a blind man. He couldn't see anything or catch anything. He didn't know. He was doing useless actions over and over again.

Margaret, Meredith, Keith, Tali, Xiyue, Huanxue, Vernis...

The smiles of the girls came to mind, and turned into black and white in the blink of an eye. In the past, they were painful because they had never said goodbye, but now they are sad because of farewell. The cruel fate made the man lie on the shore, and the gold coins in his hands were scattered. Everywhere, men buried their faces in the cold stone.

No matter how hard you try to pick it up, you can't go back to the past.

After failing again and again, the suffocated man struggled to accept this.



"Lord Grace, Lord Grace, spare me, spare me, I can give you one of my..."

On a cliff by the coast.

Without giving Scar Girl a chance to beg for mercy, Grace released the woman's frozen throat and threw it beside the body of the fisherman who led the way. She had already thrown the bodies of the remaining five Winter's Claw warriors into the sea. Scar Girl and Old Hodge are the next group of people to sleep in the sea. The sea will take away all sorrow and secrets.

After this, no one will know which ship Lester left on, and the man will arrive safely wherever he wants to go.

This was the last thing she did for her love.

With two 'pops', War Mother Mabel's cronies and Avarosa's eyeliner sank into the cold sea. The lonely old woman stood on the edge of the sea cliff, took off her hood, and dug into her pocket. Take out the emerald-collared gold coin that was taken out from Scar Girl's body.

The night wind on the sea cliff is a bit bleak, with a coldness unique to the Freljord and a rare dampness in the Freljord's interior.

The lord's face on the gold coin looked very soft under the moonlight, as warm as a man's embrace, but became cold after the moonlight disappeared.

Putting the cold gold coin against her cold lips, the old woman closed her eyes and shed tears silently.

The gold coin fell from her fingers, carrying the old woman's remaining warmth, and fell heavily into the depths of the ice sea, burying her last feeling and love.

When the bright moon peeked out again, there was no one on the sea cliff.

Early the next morning, the boatman woke up from the cabin in a daze. The middle-aged man was a little surprised and a little relieved to find that he actually slept in the cabin, not at the bottom of the boat.

Coming outside the cabin, what the boatman saw were two taciturn people. The once eager and friendly man and the weird woman were now mute, just sitting blankly on the bench in the bow. The man looked into the distance, and the violet-skinned woman The woman stared at the man worriedly.

"Oh, bad fate."

He thought that the quiet boat would make him happier, but the boatman soon discovered that he was completely wrong. He lost his true joy and smile. He was not happy, but felt sad.

The once joyful boat became quiet and disappeared over the sea.



In the year 257 AD of the Noxian calendar, before winter came, a swaying boat docked at Glaser Harbor.

As the closest ice-free port to the west of the Valoran continent, Port Glaser is one of the most important maritime transit ports in the Freljord and Demacia.

Thanks to the unique geographical advantage, the barbarians from the Lockefar region and the Freljordians from the north partnered to open many taverns and casinos with special services in Glaser Port, and secretly also did some not-so-clean human trafficking business. and underground death arenas. You can even see many prosperous free trade areas in Glaze Port. The main currencies in circulation are ancient Shuriman coins, Demacian coins and Jade Territory coins.

When the ship docked at the pier, many barbarian warriors and barbarians from the Rockefah area stared at the passengers getting off the boat and made vulgar jokes to bet on whether the passengers were carrying handles and whether they could stuff two bunches of candied haws in front and back. , after the two people got off the ridiculous boat, the happy air became stagnant for a while,

The barbarian restrained his blatant attitude towards the heavy iron spear and extraordinary staff. After his eyes glanced at the emblem of the Frostguard clan that the man showed to the dock guard, even the two idiots on the dock who only knew how to rip off the feet and eat it also put it away. Be careful.

It is difficult to deal with a warrior and a mage. To fight against the warriors and mages from the Frost Guard is to seek death.

Although they are in the far south, the barbarians and barbarians of Lokfar always understand who the real overlord is who controls the Freljord.

They don't want to lose the happy days of freedom. The queen in the north is not unable to control the land to the west of the Broken Crest Peak (Note: the west side of the Urus Mountains, the north of Demacia, the mountains west of Laxtak), I'm just too lazy to take action.

This is the style of the queen who does not need to work hard to manage but can still receive protection money. However, this does not mean that she can beat her own people in the place where she collects protection money. It is simply short-sighted.

"It seems that the Frost Guards are still very intimidating here."

It can be clearly felt that there is a lot less malicious and prying eyes, Lester whispered to Soraka, who was wearing a cloak to cover her whole body.

"I'm still a little tired after being at sea for so long. How about taking some rest first?"

"I'm a little tired."

Soraka nodded. Around men, human malice towards oneself always comes and goes quickly.

"Find a tavern and ask for information. It's not too far from Demacia. Maybe I can hear some useful information from the rumors."

The two people who made the decision quickly left the dock and disappeared into the busy crowd.