Although Freljord is a bitter cold place, it is not all covered in snow and ice.

After crossing the snowy field and finally at the foot of a mountain, Lu Yang and Anne saw for the first time traces of human activity—an abandoned village and a few dilapidated houses.

The dwelling in Freljord resembles a triangular tent, with steps underneath, probably to escape the cold of the earth.

These houses are small and simple, but they are warm and easy to set up, so it's no wonder they flourished in Freljord.

Unfortunately, it is empty and looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

Lu Yang was a little disappointed, his idea of inquiring about the Avarosa clan was in vain.

He didn't really know where the Avarosa tribe were.

However, the Avarosa clan is descended from one of the three sisters, and should have a certain reputation in Freljord, and it is much easier to find them than to look for Orn directly.

Lu Yang took Anne and continued to move forward.

It seemed that they had reached the "bustling" area, and soon they found a second village, which, unlike before, was inhabited by a large number of people.

It's just that there seems to be some accident here at this time.

The Sword of the Slayer hovers in the air.

Lu Yang and Anne looked down condescendingly.

Speaking of which, it's supposed to be winter in Freljord, and it's the hardest season for the residents here.

In summer, the vegetation is lush and plenty of food can be found in the forests and waters. But in winter, everything withers, even the rivers and lakes are frozen in, and the food crisis sweeps across Freljo.

Even the mighty tribes are no exception.

And the way they chose to survive the crisis was through looting.

Raid Demacia, raid Noxus, and raid other tribes.

Cruelly, in this case, when one tribe defeats another, in order to cope with the shortage of food, sometimes it will not devour the other party, but will completely destroy it, especially those who are not capable of fighting.

At this time, one such war is taking place here, and it is already coming to an end.

"Why are they fighting?" Anne asked cutely, "Are there any bad people?" ”

"Nope." Lu Yang paused before saying, "For food." ”

This is indeed a good solution, because in a war, no matter which side wins, a large number of people will die, and the food crisis will be alleviated.

Obviously, this is also a cruel method.

Beneath the pure white ice and snow is a land soaked in blood and death.

Anne nodded as if she didn't understand, and didn't show any unusual emotion.

Under the watchful eyes of the two men, the war was soon over completely, and as expected, the raiders were victorious, but this time there was no such cruelty as to slaughter them all.

Those who survive will join the tribes that come to raid and become part of them in the future.

This is the life of Freljord, plundering and being plundered, never ending.

……

In front of the roaring campfire, Fromel sat in a chair with a blank face.

There was a deep scratch on the right side of her face, and the red flesh turned outward, silently telling of the cruelty of war.

The knife was supposed to cut at her neck, but Elfman pushed her to avoid being beheaded.

But the price was that he was stabbed through the heart with another knife.

Fromel is the Mother of War of the Iron Axe Tribe, and Elfman is her last Blood Alliance.

Strong, loyal, and fearless of death, Elfman has done countless things for her and the Iron Axe Tribe, and is one of her most reliable helpers, and now, he is also dead.

Thankfully, however, they won the war, and the Iron Axe tribe had a chance to survive. If nothing unexpected happens, it may make it to the next summer, although it will be difficult.

Pedaling ......

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps interrupted Fromlmel's thoughts.

The door was opened, and the cold wind poured in, blowing the flames in all directions.

She looked up and saw a familiar face entering, her only daughter, Tishdar, a mighty Iceborn, her pride, heir to the Iron Axe Tribe.

"What's going on, my daughter?"

Frommel's voice was not at all soft as a woman, but as cold and hard as metal.

"Mother, someone's coming."

"So fast?" Fromel suddenly stood up and asked in a condensed voice, "How many people are here?" ”

"There are only two of them." There's something strange about Tisdal's tone.

"Two people?"

Fromel was stunned for a moment, she thought that a new enemy had killed her: "Just two people, just dispose of it." ”

As she spoke, she was about to sit down, but was pulled by Tisdar.

"Mother, these two people are a little special, you better go over and see for yourself."

Special? Could it be a Frost Priest? Or is it some other strong one? Fromel frowned, and out of trust in his daughter, he still stepped out.

Walking through the streets of the village, you can still see broken corpses and frozen blood from time to time, both aboriginal and iron axe tribes.

As if they hadn't seen it, Froml and Tisdal made their way to the village's only square.

Once a place where prey was distributed, it was now surrounded by circles of warriors of the Iron Axe Tribe.

"What happened? Let me see. ”

Frommel coughed lightly and said majestically and coldly.

Hearing her voice, the encirclement automatically split a passageway, and Frommel and Tisdar walked in together.

Surrounded by the crowd were two people, a young man and a little girl.

"Outlander?"

Frommel frowned, looked at Tishdal, and asked, "This is the special person you are talking about?" ”

"Mother." Tisdar whispered in her ear.

"What?"

Flomel was startled at first, and after a while, his gaze crept back to the young man's right hand.

The red card in his hand to be precise, his gaze cloudy.

"Ahem." Lu Yang coughed dryly: "Are you the war mother of the tribe?" ”

"That's right, I'm Flomel, I'm the Thunder Axe, and I'm the Mother of War of the Iron Axe Tribe!"

Lu Yang listened with interest, this should be the unique way of introducing themselves to the people of Freljord, and the woman named Tisdal next to her just now used similar words, but her title was the Ruthless Axe.

"Tell me, stranger, why are you here? If you can't give a reason, I will see you as an enemy. ”

Frommel raised the axe in his hand, and a thin layer of blue crystals wrapped around the blade of the axe, exuding a chilling aura.

Zhen Bing.