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【Northwest of the Northern Regions, Winter's Claw Tribe】

The wind blew an unsettling grozziness, the coldness diminished day by day, and the heat, like the fluid surging in the chest, heated up with the restlessness that was getting worse.

War, the future hegemony of the land of Freljord is waiting to be sold.

The sound of steel hovering in mid-air through the wind and snow, and the souring sound of metal rubbing against each other, then ......

The blade cut into the crack where the armor jointed, cut through the skin, and the flesh spilled from the rough wound, splashing the killer all over the body, and a pair of horned thorns used to decorate the top of the helmet were dripping with blood at the moment, dripping down the silhouette, like a red-skinned, horned demon crawling out of hell.

The snow also left clusters of bright red marks.

The winner is decided.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, and the "Horned Demon" lifted the poor boy with one hand who had been slashed in the shoulder blade with a crucial axe - he had not given up, struggling to utter some resentful curse, but the blood clot was in his throat, and only a whimper of anger or begging for mercy was made.

The victor raised his other hand and took off his sharp-horned helmet, and all the spectators were silent, they were holding their breath, they were leading their necks in anticipation of the next scene, and every pair of eyes sparkled with a fanatical soul.

The sharp thorns of his helmet ripped open his throat, leaving a long, narrow, longitudinal wound that ran from his throat to his jaw, splattering minced flesh and dripping with blood. He tossed the helmet up, slicing a violent arc of scarlet blood through midair.

Then there was an even more deafening cheer, and the wooden fence around the arena was almost impossible to maintain order, and the young women of the tribe began to tear off their animal skin armor one by one, revealing a large area of pure white porcelain skin peculiar to the women of the Northland, like the heavy white snow covering the land, and they were naked in the wind and snow, ready to sacrifice their lives for the warriors of the gladiatorial arena at any time; And countless young lads were eager to try their hand at the railing, as if they would soon be the victors among them, and would become the famous warriors of Winterclaw, enjoying such glory and beauty.

And the loser who fell to the ground did not die immediately, his cold body fell into the cold snow, twitching slightly, but his consciousness withdrew from his body little by little with the blood, and the piercing cheers moved away from him little by little.

Without a healer, the audience had no time to care about him as a small loser, and they were utterly indifferent to him. No first aid was taken, and the loser did not deserve to be eligible for further life.

He stiffened a little by the side, at the feet of the victor, becoming the dregs and foil of the victor's strength, and finally returned to the land.

The figure on the tall Beast Bone Throne stood up slightly, and threw a curved horn with a yellow stain on it to him, signifying that it approved of the victory.

"Long time no see, Sejuani." A slightly hoarse bass floats down from mid-air with a white feather.

It was a pure white bird.

Judging by the shape of the beak or the shape of the body, it should be a crow, but no one has ever seen such a crow with white feathers. The voice came from the strange white bird, and anyone who listened to it felt the same way—the men and women of the tribe cheering for the new champion warrior all looked up, their eyes meeting on that point.

The woman in the throne was extraordinarily calm, and the queen narrowed her eyes with great interest, and shrunk comfortably in the throne, like a white wolf dormant in the bushes. Even after years, she could still easily recognize this guy, even if he appeared in this strange form.

The strange bird circled in the air a few times, slowly landed, and turned into a tall man, with a white crow-feather coat draped over his body, rolling in the cold wind, the outward side was smooth and straight, the epaulettes were meticulously arranged, neatly and neatly, and the golden tassels hanging from the edge of the epaulettes fluttered in the wind.

A white mask covered the lower half of his face, and his eyebrows were well-defined.

A short cane was lightly turned in his hand for half a circle, and he held it in front of him with both hands, as if it was the style of the old nobleman of Demacia, but the temperament of the whole body seemed to be full of irony for the latter. A strange white crow-like bird, like the same as before, flapped its wings a few times and stopped on his shoulder.

It seems to be the white bird of Fangcai, but there are some indescribable differences.

"Don't come unharmed, Svein."

"This kind of life-and-death struggle is really rare now." The hoarse voice was accompanied by the trembling of the mask again and again. "Blood, death, the feeling of madness for it......" he dragged out the end of the sentence in a long, elusive way.

"Freljord has been at peace for too long." Sejuani, the Winter Empress grinned, clapped her palms, and several tribal warriors carried large pieces of raw meat on the shelves to kick off the dinner after today's gladiatorial fight.

The festive gladiatorial battles will continue for many more days, the blood will bloom above the snow, and the lads who have grown up in the bitter winter will have their special rite of passage - half of them will be trampled in a pool of blood, just like today, and the other half of the warriors who have been promoted by killing the weak will shoulder the same zeal as the slain opponent and follow the queen who rides a giant boar and wields a giant flail to the northlands!

The dinner begins. The burly queen had no intention of enjoying the rest of the show, and as she left the throne, the two personal warriors immediately ran forward and back, and opened the door for the queen, who was the first to enter the tent, and turned to look at Svein, as if calling him in.

She really planned to entertain this distinguished guest from afar.

Because he has always been able to ascend the Three Treasures Hall for nothing.

Svein followed him into the tent, and only when he did he did he realize that he had a lameness, but after looking at his gaze, no one would laugh at his flaws. He was a Noxian, and he must have been ridiculed in that country, and he has survived to the present day, and it is not difficult to imagine the fate of those who mocked him.

The door of the tent was closed after he entered, and the heat of the celebration and the claw-like cold wind were kept out, and the great boar, who was lying on his side in the corner of the tent, snorted in displeasure, and seemed to see that it was the master's honored guest, and fell back with his head drooped again.

"Queen Sejuani is still so resolute, she would rather lose half of her fresh combat power than keep some for cannon fodder."

"This is the tradition of Winterclaw: if you are weak, you will not survive." She narrowed her eyes, leaned against the massive fangs that formed the back of the throne, and her sturdy legs were indecently and casually parted, and she didn't mind at all, playing with a huge iron flail in her hand, which could smash a man's head flat with a single lift.

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful!