While the people of Zeellandia were busy cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded, they were separated by a dense forest of eternal wasteland on the other side of the Seburing River.

To some extent, the orc Nerio, who can be regarded as the fuse of this war, was stripped of a little broken fur on his body at this moment, and was tied to a bare tree trunk by the five flowers.

The blizzard covered the entire world, making it almost impossible to distinguish between east and west.

In the bitter cold wind, the bruised, hungry and cold Neori was whipped by his fellow clansmen in this way, under the gaze of Chief Onarom as if he wanted to choose someone, and under the hateful gaze of his companions, his body could not help but convulse in vain.

He couldn't even scream...

He could even feel what little life force he had left, gradually passing away from his injuries and hypothermia.

"I'll ask you again! Why did you betray your clan! Why did you unite with the Shadow Moon Federation to trap your own people! What other plans do you have?"

Less than four feet away from him, the chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, Onarom, was also pale from blood loss, but he was now roaring at him with red eyes like a wounded beast that had lost everything.

He didn't try to beg for mercy, because he knew it wouldn't help.

Even these nonsensical questions are.

His chieftain wasn't very smart, but he wasn't too stupid, and he knew that the chieftain, who had lost everything, was in dire need of an unlucky guy who could share the responsibility with him.

There was no better orc than him.

After all... This war was originally caused by him.

His original intention was to go to the Griffon Mountains to find some food to survive the winter, far from the camp of the tribe.

But he's so unlucky...

Because of a sudden snowstorm, the griffons become ferocious and violent.

So he had to try fishing, but he stumbled upon the human camp.

At that moment, he only knew that if he wanted to live, he could only exchange this information for food.

Otherwise, you will starve to death.

But who could have imagined the follow-up?

This camp is full of strange creatures, but there are also brave gnolls and gray dwarves, and in addition to this, there are drow elves and nezumi! Even the orcs of the Frostwolf clan have it!

Originally, even if this was the case, at least as long as their clan was willing to make some sacrifices, they could conquer it quickly.

However, as the patriarch, Onarom was reluctant to sacrifice too many frostwolves and withdrew them, delaying the follow-up precious quarter of an hour.

As a result, as soon as the general offensive began, the other side came with two waves of reinforcements one after another!

It was as if fate had played a joke on their Shadow Moon Clan.

This territory that they attacked turned out to be the territory of the Guardian Dragon Silver Wing!

The breath that fell from the sky like a winter storm and the hordes of griffons that swept down were like the deepest nightmare of their orcs!

Will them... Completely into the abyss.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Nerio was the first to start fleeing.

And he knew very well that in the future, once their Shadow Moon Clan had a big rout and escaped, under the pursuit of the enemy, fleeing to the north was undoubtedly the stupidest choice and the least chance of survival.

The second is to flee to the Griffon Mountains to the west, but the griffons of the Griffon Mountains have become extremely aggressive, and he does not want to be a piece of griffons' excrement.

So, the moment the dragons and griffons appeared, he fled to the banks of the Sebrin River.

All he had to do was swim across the Seburing River and escape into the vast eternal wilderness to find a glimmer of life.

He did it successfully!

But what is good to die is that his patriarch, Onarom, also did it!

Many of the smarter orcs did the same.

He was then captured by angry and desperate tribesmen and brought him to the chieftain Onarom.

Then came the scene in front of us.

Faced with the chief's questioning, Nerio remained silent.

Onarom's thoughts couldn't be clearer, and since death was doomed, he also... Not going to struggle anymore.

Just a faint regret.

The orcs are a sad race, a group of poor creatures ruled by a foolish god who knows only the rule of killing and war, but hovers on the line of hunger and cold all year round.

Driven by hunger and survival, they simply don't have more time to study the fascinating knowledge.

Seeing that Nerio was still silent, Onarom breathed a sigh of relief, and then his anger surged again.

He grabbed Nerio by the neck and pulled him from the shackles of the tree.

Although they are also orcs, the contrast between the two is like an adult carrying a kindergarten child.

"Since you have acquiesced in your crimes, then, go and confess to the beast god Geush!!"

As Onarom chanted the name of the beast god and was about to sacrifice the life and blood of the evil in front of him to the god in order to redeem some of his own reputation, the ground suddenly shook like an earthquake.

So he grabbed his tomahawk and looked around with a wary look.

"Could it be that monster catching up? No! There are a lot of them!"

Even after a few hours, Onarom was still jealous of the humanoid monster that looked like a tin can.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

This earth-like rhythm rained down from far and near, and even the frost and snow on the trees covered the orc's makeshift campfire camp in a blank mist.

It didn't take long for Onarom to know what had happened to them...

Pack... Frost Giant!

And also... Several white dragons hovering in the sky!

With a click, the branches above her head were broken by a giant hand, revealing a woman's face that seemed to be magnified several times.

And the woman, when she saw Onarom and the orcs, looked disappointed and disappointed, and said:

"Oh, I didn't expect to be able to meet our old neighbors here, a few down-and-out brown-skinned dwarves, take them all back, we just happened to be short of sacrifices, and we can't waste them." ”

Her nonchalant voice was strong and powerful, echoing through the snowstormy mountain forest.

Onarom clenched the axe in his hand, his body trembling instinctively, but in the end he did not dare to make any move, and the other frost giants still collected his battle axe, which in turn used to drive him and his people to a valley to the east.

By the aesthetic of any humanoid race other than dwarves, this giantess is almost a supreme beauty.

She was more than twelve feet tall, her snow-white body was well-proportioned and well-developed, her eyes were so blue that they could cut through ice, and her long fingers were graceful and dexterous, strong enough to crush rocks.

She had long silver hair as long as Onarom's height, a winter wolfskin fur cloak draped over her shoulders, fastened with a large jeweled ring that could be used as a belt for adult elves, and a large collar decorated with fangs around her neck. The upper body wore a set of brown tight-fitting leather clothes, wrapped in the majestic murder weapon like a mountain and a sea, and shook the mountains with her bold and generous steps. A belly showing a mermaid line was missing from her waist, slits high on either side to allow her slender legs to move easily, and a pair of high silver wolfskin boots on her feet.

Onarom, who has always had a deep thirst for magical equipment, knows that there must be a lot of origin behind this incredible set of equipment!

Equipped with these delicate magical equipment, the giantess could move through rocky and snow-covered mountains and forests faster than almost any creature other than birds and griffins.

This meant that it was impossible for him to escape from the clutches of the frost giant.

As for the start?

Hehe...

Onarom flattered himself, even when he was at his best, he was probably far from her opponent.

The reason is also very simple.

Because Onarom knew her...

Legends on the Spine of the World!

Wise Zandars!

Queen of the Frost Tribe!

The master of Icewind Dale!

Guardians of the North!

Glacier Ramker!

The king of the howling north wind!

Red Ice River Crusher!

The pearl of the supreme glacier!

Mother of the White Dragon!

Silver Hair Lady!

Dragon Queen!

An uncompromising...

Alive...

Epic & Legendary!

Onarom doubted that if he dared to resist...

I'm afraid that I can be strangled to death by the other party's fingers...

Levi also didn't know at the moment that there was such a person next to his territory...

Beautiful and lovely...

Good neighbors...

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