Mitna Rachen, Immortal Fortress.

The dimensional barrier between life and death cuts off almost all power.

Mordekaiser has the ability to project his thoughts into reality, but Amystan does not have the ability to actively contact him across planes.

So now Mordekaiser doesn't know about Amystan's death or that the Wind Leader has discovered his attack plan.

However, that doesn't matter.

He doesn't worry about that now.

Because Mordekaiser knew that his plan had reached the final step and it was too late to be stopped.

His divine envoys are already in place, and the sacrificial rituals in various places have been prepared. Now, no matter what the leader does or what he discovers, it is impossible to stop his coming.

So, Mordekaiser slowly stepped onto the towering walls of the Immortal Fortress, overlooking the millions of monsters.

The never-ending wind of the underworld sweeps across the wasteland, and the cries of souls rise and fall, gathering into an evil chorus.

Looking from here, you can only see a dim light of death that blocks out the sky and the sun, and a boundless ocean of the undead.

"Kneel down!" Mordekaiser waved Nightfall slightly, causing waves to rise in the sea.

The undead knelt down like a human wave, row after row, wave after wave. In an instant, tens of millions of people bowed their heads and worshiped, and the entire underworld knelt at the feet of Mordekaiser.

They are the most loyal slaves and the warriors who are not afraid of sacrifice.

Who can stop such an army?

nobody!

Plane passages will be opened all over the world at the same time. Even the goddess Janna cannot protect all her believers.

And human beings who have lost the blessing of the goddess are just a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Their weak flesh and blood bodies can never stop this endless tide of death.

"The end is coming!" Mordekaiser's eyes surged with soul fire: "Everyone must surrender to the King of Life and Death!"

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Freljord, Frosthaven.

This polar industrial city built with assistance from the Leader Project is only now beginning to take shape.

A few factories have just been built in the planned industrial zone, and a few roads have just been paved. The entire city looks like a large construction site.

But in the center of this nascent city, the huge Hex Flying Gate was already facing the biting polar wind and snow, emitting a brilliant magical light.

The Wind Leader always prioritizes the construction of costly Hex Gates wherever they go, regardless of cost.

This is to build the Hex teleportation network covering Runeterra as soon as possible, so that the armed forces of the Wind Leader can achieve global mobility and mobile deployment at critical moments.

Now it comes in handy.

Avarosa, Winter's Claw, and the people living in Frost Harbor were all urgently summoned by the radio and gathered under the Hex Flying Gate, which was charging and ready to go.

"What? Udyr! You want us to go to Mithral City and work for those Germans?" Sejuani asked loudly.

"This is not for the Germans, Sejuani." Ashe stood up and said: "This is for Runeterra and all mankind."

"Fucking human beings!" Sejuani yelled loudly: "I knew those people in Anzu were not well-intentioned. They sent food and built houses just to make us mercenaries and pay off their debts with our lives!

"

Her words caused a resonance in the crowd.

It was hard for these Freljordians to understand why they had to go thousands of miles away to fight for a group of Germans they had never met.

In the past, even relatives from the tribe next door might have been their sworn enemies.

But now, Ashe and Udyr want to tell them that the Zaun people far away can also be their brothers.

This is a very puzzling thing.

"Why should we help the Germans?" Sejuani asked: "Only with a few mouthfuls of food?"

"Sejuani." Ashe tried hard to explain: "If Mordekaiser returns successfully, all of Runeterra will fall. The Freljord will not be spared either..."

"Dangerous, alarmist..." Sejuani actually believed it. She knew that the leader would not lie.

But she was still dissatisfied. In her opinion, Mordekaiser was still a problem for those southerners. If there was to be a war, those southerners should go first.

"Okay, okay." Udyr finally said: "Sejuani, it doesn't matter if you don't want to."

"Inviting the tribal warriors of Avarosa and Winter's Claw to participate in this battle to help defend Mithril City is just the personal thoughts of Comrade Ashe and I - there is no such order from the organization, and no one wants to force you.

help."

"Huh?" Sejuani was slightly startled.

The leader did not ask them to go to the battlefield? Then who did the leader come to mobilize?

In addition to the warriors of Avarosa and Winter's Claw, are there any other soldiers available in Frostport?

Udyr didn't answer.

He looked directly at the crowd present: "Leader, come out."

There was no hesitation or questioning. Soon, a group of people stood up.

Some of them are tribal warriors of Avarosa and Winter's Claw, and iceborn mages.

But more of them are humble mortal furnace households and Zaun workers sent by the Wind Leader to aid in the construction of Ningshuang Port.

"This..." Sejuani was a little distracted: "Udyr, are you crazy? These people can also fight?"

Although these furnace owners and workers have good physical fitness and know how to wield swords and shoot guns, they can be considered good soldiers in the south.

But in Freljord, where competition for survival is fierce, they are not even serious warriors.

They're just mortals.

Didn't you just say how powerful Mordekaiser is, and that the enemy has a terrifying undead army under his command, which is infinite in number?

"That's right." Udyr said: "The number of enemies is endless, and Mithril City's defense force is the weakest."

"That's why we need to mobilize all our forces, including them."

Sejuani: "..."

"Aren't you afraid of death?" She looked at the furnace households again.

Especially those Zaun workers: "Aren't you all Zaun? Demacia was attacked, what did you do?"

"We are the leaders." They only replied.

As she spoke, the leaders spontaneously formed a team and walked quickly past her.

"..." Sejuani was speechless.

The ice warriors, frost priests, and tribal shamans present also quietly looked at these mortals walking in front.

The atmosphere became very subtle.

The Freljordians always respect warriors. Bravery and fearlessness are universal values ​​pursued by all tribes on the ice sheet.

In the past, they usually played the role of warriors. Mortals were only worthy of being slaves, protected and enslaved by the strong.

But this time...

"Sejuani, take care of your family." Udyr only said this last sentence before turning around and joining the team, which was mainly composed of mortals.

Then came Ashe, Tryndamere...

"Warmother Ashe, wait for us!" Finally, the warriors of Avarosa also took steps.

Countless figures passed by Sejuani, leaving her behind.

She turned back to look at her fellow tribesmen.

"Warmother Sejuani?" The warriors of Winter's Claw also looked at her.

Sejuani was inexplicably hesitant.

"Me! Me! And me!" At this time, Olaf finally couldn't help but left the team of Winter's Claw: "Hahahaha... bring me with you if you want to die!"

"Soldiers from Locke Law will not be cowards!"

"..." Sejuani was silent for a while.

Finally, she turned over and mounted her war pig: "Let's go! Let's go too!"

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Bilgewater.

After the decisive battle of Baru'e, Wind Leader's naval fleet finally deployed in full force once again.

Sarah Fortune stood on the bow of the flagship "Jana Goddess", looking at the vast sea in front of her.

She knew her old enemy was there.

He is back.

"Planck..." Sarah secretly clenched her fists.

According to the intelligence sent by Levi, the envoy who is about to attack Bilgewater is none other than her old enemy Gangplank.

Piraeus, like Zaun, has long been built by the leader as a public security sign with "Blue Bird Surveillance Cameras" everywhere. It is impossible for Gangplank, an undead, to operate in Bilgewater itself.
To be continued...