In the northwest of Freljord, a muscular woman in ice-blue armor and a horned helmet rides an icefield boar unique to Freljord in the roar of an ice storm.

The whip in her hand whipped her mount with her wind-obscured roar, causing the boar in the ice field beneath her to speed up its march through the storm.

Frost, snow and cold wind lapped her face, scraping several scars on her face. The blood-red wound had barely yet appeared, and it froze under the cold of the ice storm.

If it was a normal girl, she would definitely care about the scars on her face, but this woman did not show any displeasure, and she only had the frost and snow whistling in her eyes.

Finally breaking out of the icy ice storm, the woman turned to look at the fading storm, but the grim look in her eyes did not dissipate as the storm faded away.

"I'm getting stronger again!"

A sonorous voice came out from between the woman's lips and teeth, which were whitened by frost and snow, and she patted the huge ice boar under her seat, and the conviction in her heart became stronger.

Feeling gone, the woman lowered her head and looked at the magic crystal in the center of the ice hammer at the end of the whip. Seeing her reflection in the sapphire blue light, she was slightly stunned and touched the frozen scars on her face.

"Shh

I don't know what kind of mentality she had, she snorted disdainfully, and then swung her whip and drove her mount away.

After traversing the twists and turns of the snowy mountains, the woman returned to a backward clan full of frost stones and cracked dead wood to build a makeshift camp.

No one in the tribe seemed to notice the woman's return, and they were all training hard against the biting cold wind to keep their bodies alive in this cruel environment.

But the wind and snow here were much weaker than the storm that the woman had just experienced a few mountains away, and the woman casually glanced at the carefully trained tribal warriors, and by the way, she put the ice field boar into the rudimentary pens.

Straight through the training grounds of the clan warriors, the woman took off her helmet, revealing her youthful face. Quickening her pace, the woman came to an abrupt mountain covered in frost and snow.

The woman, who was already familiar with the situation, walked to a corner, raised her foot and kicked the snow violently, and a cave entrance with a dark glow appeared in front of her.

Quickly scurrying into it, and in a few moments, the entrance behind the woman was covered with a new layer of frost and snow.

After groping in the darkness for a while, the woman lit a cluster of flames in a corner of a wall. Illuminated by the light source, the previously black cavern revealed its true appearance, the ancient ruins of Serilda.

The ground was littered with rubble, the broken stone pillars were also falling irregularly on the stone path, and the broken and ruined walls abounded.

Familiarly shuttling through the ruins, the woman's sapphire blue pupils landed on a platform dedicated to the ancestors.

Pulling out a few broken bones from the pocket of her dress and placing them on the platform, the woman wrapped the whip around her waist and folded her hands in front of her chest, praying reverently to the ancient heroic spirits.

"May your deceased Heroic Spirit rest in peace, Brave and Warlike Serelda, and may you protect Winter's Claw, and Sejuani will make Winter's Claw known again in every corner of Freljord!"

As the woman prays sincerely, she inadvertently reveals her identity as the leader of the Claws of Winter, Sejuani.

After praying, Sejuani walked over to a fairly smooth pillar and lifted the armor from her waist, revealing a wound wrapped around a crude rag.

Although the wound was no longer bleeding, the black and red blood stains on the rags still made Sejuani show a fierce look.

"Ash, I will pay for this arrow revenge with your life!"

She cleared an area full of rubble with her hands, calmed the anger in her chest, and lay down casually to rest.

At the same time that Sejuani returned to Winterclaw from the experience of the Ice and Snow Storm, Ye Feng on the other side also came to the Winterclaw's sphere of influence in the northwest.

Originally, he thought that the territory of the Ash clan and the Lisandro tribe was cold enough, but when he arrived here, Ye Feng realized how stupid his previous idea was.

If the living environment of the Frost Guard is the human world, then the living environment of Alvarossa is heaven, and the claws of winter here are simply living in hell.

It was hard to imagine how the Winter's Claw tribe could survive here for a long time, anyway, Ye Feng's physique was already a little unbearable.

Although he couldn't hold out for long in Ash and Lisandro's realm, it was the first time he wanted to use his strength to ward off the cold so quickly.

Trying to use the Wind Shield to isolate himself from the cold, Ye Feng showed a frightened expression.

The wind shield around him was very weak, not only did it not reach the demigod level, but it was not even as good as the shield he could hold up some time ago.

Seriously doubting whether his strength had declined, Ye Feng tried to use all his strength. As he had guessed, his strength had fallen back to the mortal realm, and it was even weaker than when he first came out of the Red Maple Forest.

"How can my strength be so weak?"

As his body temperature dropped further, Ye Feng realized that if he couldn't take effective measures, he might freeze to death here.

Thinking that he had received several bags of Freljord's various spirits in Ash's main city before, he took out one of the bags and drank two sips, regardless of how reluctant he was to drink before.

The burning sensation of the liquor made Ye Feng's body very uncomfortable at first, but as soon as it offset the frost and snow from the outside world, a warm current of crispness and comfort surged through his body.

The drowsy alcohol in his head was also dispelled under the invasion of the cold wind, and Ye Feng put away the liquor and continued on the road.

His body remained hot for the time being, and Ye Feng also began to think about when his strength had been lost.

"When did I lose my demigod powers? Could it be when Nozomi returns to Ahri? Or was it at Ashna? Or is it Lisandro? ”

"But even if I fall back into a mortal, I shouldn't be weaker than when I was in the Red Maple Forest!"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was something strange in it, but he couldn't say what the problem was.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't have the slightest clue about the disappearance of his power, and Ye Feng's head was about to explode.

At this time, several burly figures appeared in the storm ahead, and due to the cover of the storm, Ye Feng on this side couldn't see who those people were.

But the people on the other side of the storm came with an extremely bad warning: "The people over there quickly retreat, this is the territory of the Claws of Winter, don't blame us for going any further!"

As soon as he heard that those people belonged to the Claw of Winter tribe, Ye Feng immediately responded loudly: "Friend of Claw of Winter, I have no malicious intent, I have come to visit the nobles this time, please be accommodating!"

When the Winter Claw warriors in the storm heard Ye Feng's reply, they all showed indignant expressions, thinking that Ye Feng must be the messenger sent by Ash to humiliate the dignity of their clan.

"One last warning to you, don't blame us for being rude if you don't leave!"

Ignoring Ye Feng's friendly response, they began to issue a final announcement. If Ye Feng insists on not leaving, they will kill him to defend the glory of the Claws of Winter!

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(End of chapter)