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Gragas feels a strange warmth and determination in the ice-covered Freljord Northland. His consciousness is hazy, not knowing who is dragging him through this battlefield filled with Frosty Puppet. Between unconsciousness and wakefulness, he can only vaguely sense the presence of that mysterious warrior - a powerful and lonely figure fighting for survival in the icy wilderness.
Gragas cannot see the warrior's face clearly, his vision is blurred, and he can only vaguely see a tall figure carrying him, struggling to move forward. He can feel the weight on the person's shoulders, every step seeming difficult and heavy. Gragas feels a deep sense of gratitude as this warrior is using their strength to protect him from the attacks of the Frosty Puppet.
Around them, Frosty Puppet seemed to sense their movements and gradually approached. Gragas could feel the warrior swinging their weapon with force, creating a sound of breaking wind, each swing accompanied by a heavy breath and tired gasp. Every attack from the warrior was a battle with death, winning them a chance at survival.
Gragas realized that he was in an extremely dangerous situation. As the chief warrior of Freljord, he had faced the threat of death countless times, but had never felt as powerless as he did now. He couldn't wield a sword, couldn't fight, and could only let this unknown warrior bear all the burden.
Under the leadership of Darius, they gradually approached the edge of the forest. Gragas knew that this was their only way out, they had to enter that mysterious and dangerous area. He silently prayed in his heart, hoping to safely cross this land of death and find a place to hide. He was full of gratitude for this unknown warrior, but at the same time, he also had deep doubts - who exactly was this powerful warrior? Why did he choose to save him, an enemy, in such a desperate moment?
The man beside Gragas sensed something unusual about Gragas. Without turning his head, he waved his flail and said, "Gragas! Are you awake?" Darius's voice revealed a hint of concern and fatigue, and his figure seemed even more lonely and resolute in the cold wind. Even in the face of the merciless Frosty Puppet, he continued to protect Gragas at all costs.
Gragas felt an incredible shock on this icy battlefield. His consciousness was still hazy, but the familiar and intense voice undoubtedly pierced his ears—Darius. In this land where every drop of water turned to ice, the last person he wanted help from turned out to be his savior.
Gragas felt bewildered and stunned. The two of them, always fierce enemies, had fought each other countless times, yet in this life-or-death moment, Darius chose to save him. This unexpected gesture stirred a complex emotion within Gragas.
He tried to speak, but only a hoarse voice came out of his throat, "Darius... why..." Gragas's words revealed deep confusion and doubt. This icy land buried too many unsolved mysteries, and Darius's actions were undoubtedly one of the most confusing aspects.
Darius didn't look back, his attention completely focused on the battle. His voice sounded distant and resolute in the wind, "Now is not the time for talking, Gragas. We must leave here alive." His words held no extra explanation, only a determination of life and death.
Gragas's heart is filled with anger and confusion. He cannot understand why Darius, his long-time adversary, would choose to save him in this desperate moment. His body remains immobile, but his heart is filled with a complex and inexplicable emotion.
"Darius!" Gragas's voice finally breaks through the constriction of his throat, revealing a deep sense of dissatisfaction and bewilderment. "Why did you save me? We are enemies. Why didn't you let me die in this icy wilderness?" His voice is filled with anger and incomprehension, making it impossible for him to remain calm.
Darius still did not look back, his eyes firmly fixed ahead, fully focused on dealing with the relentless Frosty Puppet. His voice sounded even heavier in the wind and snow, tinged with a hint of resignation. "Gragas, this is not a question you should be asking. In this land of death, what we need is each other's strength. I cannot let a warrior die like this, even if he is my enemy."
Upon hearing these words, Gragas seemed to be even more furious. He found it difficult to accept being rescued by an enemy. A strong sense of pride and disgust for Darius's sudden sympathy surged within him. "I don't need your sympathy!" Gragas hoarsely roared, "Is this an insult, Darius? Do you think I will be grateful just because you saved me?"
However, Darius's response caught Gragas off guard. Darius's voice became deep, filled with an unquestionable determination, "Gragas, this is not about honor or hatred. This is about survival. In this moment, we need to set aside our past grievances and stand together against the enemy before us. You can hate me, but right now, you need me."
Gragas was filled with conflicting emotions. He was angry at being saved, yet he couldn't deny the truth implied in Darius's words. In this land covered in ice and snow, survival was paramount. A hint of complexity shone in his eyes as he began to reconsider the war and his relationship with Darius. In this moment, they were no longer enemies, but warriors facing the threat of death together.
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