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In the northern battlefield of Freljord, even though the strange ice storm has disappeared, it cannot escape the cruel nature of this land. The low temperature and cold wind mercilessly pierce the skin, as if to freeze the soul. Darius stands in this desolate land, his face covered in stubble, each whisker adorned with tiny ice crystals. Every time he exhales, clusters of ice mist appear in the air, ethereal like a dream but revealing a harsh reality.
He clenches his fists, his eyes fixed ahead. In the distance, a group of Frosty Puppets slowly approaches, their bodies composed of some unknown ice crystal, each step accompanied by a faint sound of breaking ice. The eyes of these puppets shimmer with a blue light, their beauty carrying an incredible power, the cold and mysterious symbol of Freljord. However, their gaze is empty and ruthless, like soulless warriors, only knowing how to ruthlessly execute commands.
Darius knows that he cannot afford to be careless in the face of such an enemy. The existence of Frosty Puppet is not only a military threat, but also a test of his will. In this icy world, only unwavering determination and endless courage can help him overcome the current difficulties. He takes a deep breath, preparing to face the upcoming battle.
Darius acts quickly, his gaze falling on the unconscious Gragas lying nearby. Gragas, the chief warrior of Freljord, is now lying motionless on the cold ground. A complex emotion surges within Darius. In Darius's heart, although Gragas is an enemy, he feels a peculiar respect and empathy for this chief warrior of Freljord. In this desolate and cold battlefield, Gragas lies unconscious on the ground, and Darius can't help but feel a protective instinct towards this brave warrior.
Darius knows that he and Gragas are enemies, but at this moment, he chooses to set aside these conflicts. He searches around and eventually finds a cloak from an unfortunate fallen soldier. He carefully drapes the cloak over Gragas, hoping that this will make the Frosty Puppets ignore his presence. Although they are still in a hostile state, Darius feels that as a warrior, it is his responsibility to protect a defenseless opponent.
After completing all of this, Darius stands up, facing the approaching Frosty Puppet. He takes a deep breath and then shouts with a powerful and determined voice, "I am the might of Noxus, Darius! Come! Test my strength!" His voice echoes across the open battlefield, showing that even in the face of overwhelming threats, he will not back down. In this icy land, Darius is ready to face the upcoming challenge, silently guarding his unwilling ally Gragas in his heart.
Frosty Puppet moved slowly and heavily, turning their heads to stare directly at Darius with hollow, glowing blue eyes, as if scrutinizing his soul. Despite their slow movements, the Frosty Puppet carried an irresistible force and cold cruelty. They moved heavily, each step seeming to leave deep marks in the snow. Each puppet bore the cruel mark of war: some had the emblem of Noxus on their broken bodies, while others displayed the tribal symbol of Freljord. These were once warriors with distinct identities, now reduced to soulless puppets.
Darius felt a strong surge of emotions: anger towards this evil spell and sympathy for these warriors who were once his enemies and comrades. In his memory, Noxus warriors were brave and free souls, but now they were forced to become cold-blooded killing machines. Darius was certain that this disrespect for the dead and desecration of life could not be the work of any Noxus mage he knew. It must have come from a powerful and ruthless mage from Freljord.
As Frosty Puppet closed in, Darius felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. These manipulated puppets were not only a physical threat, but also a torment to his soul. Their indifferent actions sharply contrasted with the once living faces, evoking deep fear and sadness.
Darius took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. He clenched his fists, his eyes firm and resolute. He knew that in the face of this unknown and powerful enemy, he could not afford to show any fear. In this icy land, Darius not only had to battle the enemies before him, but also uncover the mastermind behind it all. His heart was filled with a longing for justice and a pursuit of truth.
As Frosty Puppet approached, Darius felt the increasing pressure in the air. One of the puppets, wielding a sharp sword, emitted a piercing, eerie sound. The sound seemed to come from the icy abyss, sending shivers down the spine. The puppet's mouth split open, the lower jaw widening from the impact of the sword, its abyssal maw seemingly ready to devour everything.
Darius clenched his fists, his eyes revealing fearlessness and determination. When Frosty Puppet swung the sword towards him, he agilely dodged the deadly strike with astonishing speed and strength. The sword cut through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing sound, but Darius had successfully evaded the attack.
On this cold and cruel battlefield, Darius has demonstrated his ability and courage as a general of Noxus. Faced with these soulless Frosty Puppet, he must remain calm and utilize his strength and combat wisdom to fight against these ruthless enemies.
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