As far as the eye can see, there is a white snowfield, looking down from the sky, you can only see two black dots walking forward, and from time to time someone suddenly sinks under their feet and falls into the snow nest. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, Zhang Chao and Talia are not mortals, otherwise they would have died many times in the way they traveled.

After all, in such weather, even the serious Freljord bear man has to weigh things for a long time.

The polar regions in winter are fair to everyone, and not only are they a test for outsiders, but even the locals are frozen to death every year.

Even the largest tribe in the north of Freljord, the Avarosa (Ice Vein Tribe), is not immune.

It has been more than half a month since the last attack on Hachimga, and now Zhang Chao and the two have reached the northern part of Freljord, and as for whose territory this is, Zhang Chao is not clear.

The north wall of the Bears, the cold mountains of the Frost Guardians, or the ice tundra of Serelda (crampons)?

I don't know, he doesn't know anything.

The wind and snow are so big, it's really hard to discern the direction.

Even if he turns into a dragon and flies in the sky, his wings will be covered with a thick layer of frost in a while, and he will probably be frozen solid after a long time.

Speaking of which, dragons are also cold-blooded animals, but they are not much more noble than humans, at least such basic biological laws are still universal.

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On the distant Ice Throne, the Frozen Witch slowly opened her eyes, in fact for the first time in countless years.

It was dark and empty, but there was still the splendor of wisdom circulating.

The clan known as the Frost Guardians has guarded her body for countless years, but who knew that she was not on the throne at all these years, but was in the middle of the Frost Guardians.

Now that the Frost Guardian has been completely corrupted by her, it's time for her to unfold her plans once and for all.

"Anivia...... Foolish spirit, how can you understand the wisdom of the Dark Ice?"

The corners of her mouth curled up, and her eyes were pitch black—she had been blind a long time ago, but that didn't affect her movements in the slightest, for ......

Looking down from the sky and the dome of the glacier, you can see a sparkling diamond, blooming brightly.

"Avarossa...... Serilda, it's time to pay back for your shameful betrayal. ”

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On the edge of a steep cliff, the highest peak of Freljord, a huge crack suddenly opened.

The peeling ice wall fell into the deep valley with a hoarse roar.

Gradually, the snowflakes fell, revealing a crystal deep blue ball.

The ball is like the most sparkling diamond, reflecting a colorful streamer in the sun.

Suddenly, a crack opened in the ball.

A moment later, an endless storm, snow and ice swept away, obscuring everything.

A crisp cry is like a phoenix bird reborn from the fire, venting its vitality and nourishing all things.

Countless ice picks suddenly rose from the earth, intertwined and coiled, and after a while, they actually formed an incomparably huge giant bird's nest with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Shadows obscured the sky, a spirit of crystal snow and ice, with a beak and wings soaring, long feathers fluttering in the cold wind.

She is the Ice Crystal Phoenix, Anivia.

"Dark snow and ice have spread throughout the northern part of Freljord. ”

"This time, I won't let you run away again. ”

"Frost Watchers. ”

The wind swept through the skies, and she crossed the sky towards the Howling Abyss to the north, where the human hero of Freljord, Avarosa, had once unified Freljord and pushed the Frost Watchers into the abyss.

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The Crampons tribe of central Freljord was the second largest tribe in all of Freljord, and like the small tribes of the Bitter Coldlands of the South, such as Lockfa, were as weak as children in front of them.

Freljord's tribal names come in a variety of ways, just like the Crampons Tribe, officially known as Winter's Claws, which can also be called Serilda, but the abbreviation of Crampons is a bit unremarkable, and can only be used in private.

In terms of combat effectiveness alone, the Crampons tribe is not weaker than Alvarosa at all, and even wins in individual combat power, but compared to the population and resources, the Crampons tribe is much inferior to Avarosa.

After all, although the ice and snow tundra in the north is not a good territory, it is suitable for cultivating a crop called naked barley, and the comprehensive strength of the farming people is always stronger at any time.

Of course, the combat effectiveness is definitely much worse than that of the nomads.

"Chief, many people have frozen to death today...... "The burly majestic warrior was only wrapped around a snow-white bear skin in such weather, exposing a large area of his somewhat red chest.

"Again...... Sejuani—" Sejuani sighed slightly.

"Chief...... We ......" the samurai hesitated.

Sejuani's expression suddenly became sharp, like a huge horse chopping knife, angry and majestic.

"Are we acceding to Avarosa's request?"

The samurai's voice became tense and hurried, but without the slightest hesitation, it cut to the point.

A few days ago, the emissaries sent by Alvarossa declared that as long as Winterclaw allied with Avarossa, Avarossa's leader, Ash, would ensure that they would never go hungry for the rest of the winter.

In fact, most of the burly samurai who froze to death before were due to starvation, and without enough food to replenish calories, death would quickly take a person's life.

"Shut up, coward, only the strongest deserve to live in Freljord!"

Sejuani exclamated three sentences in succession, each word short, concise and powerful, she was like a well-tempered general, and each sentence revealed an iron-blooded murderous aura.

"But......" The samurai didn't know what he had done wrong, he just wanted his people to suffer less...... Is there something wrong with that?

"Get out!" Sejuani didn't say a word, but her heroic and rough face was full of anger, "If you can't bring back a wild cow tonight, then die in the snow!"

The samurai sighed, nodded yes, and walked out of the tent.

He couldn't understand why his own chief would make such an unwise decision.

When the warrior left, Sejuani sat down in her bearskin-covered chair.

Ash ...... Is that what you're trying to do?"

Kratos was her most trusted and powerful subordinate, but she also openly questioned her decision, but what about ordinary people, what about the indispensable people at the grassroots level of Winter's Claws?

For a moment, Sejuani felt the exhaustion that went deep into her bones. (To be continued.) )