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Gragas's eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief. He shook his head and muttered, "How is this possible... this orb with me? I don't understand..." His voice revealed a hint of unease and perplexity.
Mother Joia looked at Gragas with a hint of profound wisdom in her eyes. "Asangne just communicated with you... didn't he?" Her words seemed to guide Gragas to recall that mysterious and profound experience.
Gragas looked at Jaya's mother in astonishment, "How did you know?" His voice revealed a hint of awe and surprise.
Jaya's mother smiled slightly, but did not answer Gragas's question. Instead, she continued, "War... has left scars on Freljord. We have always had to struggle against nature... then it was clans, tribes, and then nation against nation..."
Her voice was low and sorrowful, as if recalling the countless generations of pain and struggle on this land: "All these contradictions and conflicts have far exceeded mere territorial disputes. The soul of Freljord has been deeply wounded by all of this."
She turned to Gragas with a look of hope and determination: "But now, Asangne's actions have shown a new path. He chose a Noxus person, one of your enemies, to convey a message. This world needs new understanding and new alliances to face the impending greater challenges."
Gragas's eyes became heavy as he recalled the cold, hollow Frosty Puppet on the battlefield, once brave warriors now reduced to cruel puppets. A deep sense of worry surged within him.
Mother Joia's voice carried a hint of sadness and anger: "You've seen them, haven't you? Those abnormal creations... even the spirits have been restless lately, that wicked witch has returned..." Her gaze turned deep, as if seeing into the darkness of the future.
She continued slowly, "And with her comes not just the cold, but more deceit and death." Mrs. Joia's tone was full of warning and concern, as if sensing a more severe crisis looming on the horizon.
Gragas clenched his fists, his worry and determination intertwining. He knew that facing such a threat, he couldn't fight alone. The Frosty Puppet and the shadow of Ancient witch Lilithzarod from Freljord all foreshadowed a more difficult battle to come.
He looked up at Mama Joia with a firm and serious gaze: "I know, Mama Joia. Whatever happens next, I am ready. I will do everything in my power to protect this land and its people." Gragas words revealed an unwavering determination, as he was prepared to face the upcoming challenges.
Gragas was pondering his next move with seriousness when suddenly, Mama Joia fiercely struck his calf with her cane, interrupting his thoughts. Her voice carried a hint of severity and unquestionable authority: "You're not ready yet, fatty! You owe me, and you better pay up soon!"
Gragas felt a twinge of pain, but he knew that Mrs. Jiaoya's rough way of expressing herself was actually a sign of her concern for him. A wry smile appeared on his face as he nodded in understanding.
"I know, I know... I will repay you, Mrs. Jiaoya," Gragas said with a tone of determination and humility.
Joey's mother continued to sternly say, "Don't come back until you've sorted it out!" Although her voice was stern, it was not difficult to see the expectation for Gragas in her eyes.
Gragas smiled slightly, raised his hand to gesture that he would keep his promise. Then, he slowly walked towards the door, pushed open the wooden door, and snowflakes fluttered in from outside. He took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling the hot blood flowing through his body.
Gragas advances through the cold snowy landscape, his steps steady and firm. The entire scene is covered in white snow, with only his footprints slowly disappearing behind him. His gaze is fixed on the hill ahead, his new destination.
Muttering to himself, Gragas seems to be trying to find a moment of relaxation to resist the heavy atmosphere of this frigid land. "Old lady Joa, she's getting up there in age, but still loves to drink so much." His voice carries a hint of ease and warmth, as if recalling the time spent with Mother Joa in the past.
Gragas continues his difficult climb on the icy cliffs of Freljord. Every movement is filled with focus and determination, not just to find the rare ice crystal wheat, but also to repay the debt he owes from years ago at the Shrine of the Spirit Walker, and to express his deep gratitude to Mother Jhona.
Ice crystal wheat is extremely rare in this desolate and mysterious land, described in local legends as a precious ingredient capable of brewing magical elixirs. Gragas remembers finding a small amount of ice crystal wheat in this land many years ago during an unexpected adventure, and that discovery became a crucial turning point in his brewing career. However, in doing so, he inadvertently disturbed the sacred grounds of the Spirit Walkers and incurred a favor.
As the steep mountain became increasingly difficult to climb, Gragas's hands and cheeks were stimulated by the cold wind, causing them to turn red. Although his body shivered in the severe cold, his heart was filled with fiery determination. He knew that this journey was not only to find a rare type of wheat, but also a process of fulfilling a promise and repaying a debt of gratitude. He believed that as long as he worked hard, he would eventually find that precious ice crystal wheat and use it to repay Mother Yaya's kindness.
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