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The wind was noisy, but the barbarians heard that the season was coming to an end. They began to sharpen their knives, and the sound of striking iron came from the tribal cottages and dispersed into the snowy wind.

As the winter food stock runs out, each tribe holds a grand festival to celebrate the arrival of the warm season, and hunting is an indispensable activity.

Tedamir looked forward to this day every day, and he had already developed a strong aversion to cured bacon.

Of course, in addition to hunting, when the snowstorm season is over, conquest and plunder will flood the Northlands.

Killing, this is the first word that every barbarian learns, and they know the words about war even before they know how to say "father".

However, the father is synonymous with honor, and the honor of the barbarian tribe also comes from war.

Children laugh and laugh at the children's camp, and at the end of the festival, they will receive a year's worth of sweets. The children of the tribe are taken out of the family from birth and are brought together to be raised, trained, and held up until the rite of passage.

The easiest thing is always the children, who can eat a lot of fresh meat in the warm season without having to think about war. Maybe they will consider it, but the outcome of tribal wars is not something that is decided by those immature little hands.

He was suddenly a little afraid of the arrival of the warm season, hoping that the wind and snow would blow for a longer time, even if he had to find rare food in the strong wind.

The rules of the Northland, the truce of the wind and snow season. This is the iron law laid down in this frozen soil.

He suddenly wanted to take a truce forever.

Peace.

It was a loanword, because it could not find a suitable word in the language of the barbarians, and could only be reluctantly translated as "a long truce".

The only time he had heard it was mentioned, he was not yet an adult, and the man who taught him the word was called Reginad, and when he came to the tribe, it was also a snowstorm season, and he was about to freeze to death when he was found, but the tribe did not allow him to stay long because of his peaceful nonsense.

Now that guy is famous, the founder of the League of Legends, the summoner organization, and Teda is no longer the child, but the king of the barbarians.

That man's dream of peace seemed to have come true, it was a new kind of war, without sacrifice or bloodshed, and with the cooperation of summoners and projected heroes, the victory and defeat could be decided.

It's just that he mysteriously disappeared a few years ago, and there is no more news. But TEDA is also well aware that such a peace does not apply to Freljord.

Just as the word peace does not appear in the language of the barbarians, there is only a truce, and a truce is just another way of saying to prepare for war, to recuperate and prepare for war.

Teda also thought about coining the word, but was rejected by the elders, and the reason they gave was indisputable: why create a word to describe something that doesn't exist?

When it comes to the origin, everyone will feel that their head is big, and he can't remember where the dream began, and he can't remember what it was because he fell in love with the foreign girl named Ash.

In fact, even where the term was coined, there may have never been real peace, because Valoran never extinguished the flames of war.

"My Majesty, the Noxus Mission asks for a meeting." A sturdy samurai arrived from the direction of the village gate.

"Let them come to me." He bowed slightly, hugged his muscular arms, and stared into the distance with narrowed eyes.

The news spread faster than anything else, and there was an uproar in the village, and many young men ran out when they heard the news, and they were bare-knot, as if they did not feel the cold.

The arms of men and the legs of women are two testaments to the ability of the people of Freljord to withstand the cold.

They were all curiously waiting to catch a glimpse of the outsiders. They are excited, just like children waiting for the warmer season to come.

Because the symbol of Noxus is war!

Now, here they are.

In the wind and snow outside the gate, I vaguely saw a figure walking slowly. There are only two people.

And to the further astonishment of the boys, it was two women who came.

"I've heard that the undefeated army soul Du? General Quekao is missing, the old monster of Darkwell is sick and dead, and the new army headquarters in Noxus is not as good as it used to be. Unexpectedly, the arrogance of this Noxus became more and more arrogant. "It was Delco, the diplomat of the tribe, the only barbarian tribe who had ever left the land of ice and snow to travel and study in the outside world.

However, the mediation method he had learned all the way was just a useless trick in Taida's eyes.

The law of the jungle is applicable to the whole world, if you really intend to invade, it is useless to let you speak skillfully, the barbarians do not need to be famous, and those countries that need these guises are not difficult to find an excuse.

"Welcome to the two of you, but don't you know that my tribe has always advocated force, and sending your two women here is any contempt?" Delco was the first to come up and take the lead.

As soon as his words fell, he suddenly felt a chill spread from a line to the skin around his neck, making him shiver. The red-haired woman in front of him had disappeared, and above his throat, a sharp blade was pressing.

Then there was a sharp sound that broke through the air, and a flash of knife light slashed, and another dagger swept towards the red-haired woman who was holding the sharp knife in her hand, and the latter had to dodge backwards, and the meaning of death was removed from Delco's body.

"Enough, dear sister. We're not here to fight, don't act so uncultured (groundhogs). From the direction where Fang Cai's dagger was thrown, a woman's soft voice was heard. has black hair, although she wears a thick velvet shawl to keep warm, but like a woman in the Northland, she wears a short skirt that is no more than her knees, revealing a pair of beautiful legs.

"You!" The red-haired woman just wanted to have a seizure, but she endured it.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Tedamir, my sister is ignorant and offended your subordinates." She bowed her head slightly, and her sweet voice was like giving people honey. "My name is Cassiopeia, and she's my sister Katarina, and we're from the family of Du Quecao, and we're here on behalf of Noxus."

"It's not important, I've heard that the Dukecao family's knife skills are famous all over the world, and I can only see it today." Taydamir said.

"The king of the barbarians has won the prize. Although my sister has not fulfilled her father's inheritance, her sword skills are only a little inferior to her father. But then again, every penny between the masters may not be able to cross it in a lifetime. Cassiopeia's beautiful eyes flashed as she glanced at her red-haired sister.

Caterina hugged her arms and snorted coldly beside her, looking very disdainful, but what she said just now made her cheeks twitch slightly.

Although the two daughters were both messengers of Noxus and members of the Du Kecao family, and their fathers were the same, and they were related by blood, they were obviously quite unharmonious.

"Why are you here this time?"

"Lord Barbarian King is really refreshing and straight to the point. Okay, then I'll just say that we in Noxus want to work with you to help you take control of the Northlands. ”

Tedamir was silent, in fact, he didn't want to start a war, although the lack of resources in the north made them have to fight and plunder, but in his heart, from a long, long time ago, there was a gentle shadow-

"I understand the Barbarian King's thoughts." Seeing Teda hesitate, Cassie continued. "You're thinking about ...... Princess Ash, right? She has a noble lineage and promises to bring peace to Freljord like never before. At this, Cassie smiled softly. The word "peace ......" was played with between her lips and teeth, "What a dreamer." However, the barbarian king must know that there is only one king of the Northlands, especially the king of the barbarians, and he should not be subservient to a woman. Even if it is an unrealistic dream of peace. Then you should be in charge. I wonder what the Barbarian King thinks, what I said is still reasonable? ”

She looked around at everyone with a delicate smile, and the barbarians around her nodded yes one by one, and the words just now were actually a knife hidden in a smile, forcing Tedamir into a desperate situation, and there was only the road she led to in front of her.

Indeed, he had no reason to refuse, and the covenant between the Horde and Noxus had been made years earlier and continued to this day. Moreover, both sides advocate iron-blooded conquest, and it stands to reason that there is no objection.

TEDA suddenly felt that the petite black-haired woman in front of her was not simple at all.