Winter's Wrath Sejuani was sitting intently in her tent, staring at the huge map on her desk, staring intently.

Soon, the curtain of the tent was lifted by a plain white palm, and a fragrance full of rich broth immediately came to his face, and Ai Qiwen was dressed in red and smiling.

"Patriarch, you should eat first. You can't go hungry. ”

Ai Qiwen didn't dare to disturb Sejuani, but quietly placed the broth and a few slices of dried buns on the edge of the corner of the table.

"Well, you can eat first."

Sejuani replied indifferently.

In fact, being able to make Sejuani take the time to say a word is enough to see her doting on Ai Qiwen.

However, to be able to win Sejuani's heart and often accompany Sejuani, Ai Qiwen naturally has two brushes.

Before the invasion of the western highlands in the winter, Ai Qiwen had always had an army of 200,000 in his hands, and from the perspective of Freljord, Ai Qiwen was also a rare military wizard.

"What do you think of this western campaign?"

Just as Ai Qiwen was about to lift the curtain and leave, Sejuani pulled her back with a faint word.

"Aren't we already sure that we will win the war in the Western Highlands?"

Ai Qiwen didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Sejuani's gourd.

The so-called elite of Freljord, after touching the true power of Winter, is not even vulnerable enough to describe, and even Freljord's touted god of war, Longbottom, was personally beheaded by the patriarch.

No, isn't that idiot's head still hanging above the military flag?

Although the cursed troll Trandel was stupid, he was still effective in dragging down Freljord's eastern forces, and now that the western highlands have been breached, countless ordnance has fallen into the hands of Winter, just waiting for a long drive to capture Ash alive and dominate Freljord!

Sejuani shook her head wordlessly.

She is furious, but not arrogant.

The war in the Western Highlands went more smoothly than expected, and after the entire force of the Western Highlands was wiped out, the spies within Freljord did not report any news about the mobilization of troops, which was too calm.

Sejuani knew Ash very well, she was docile on the surface, but she was actually very smart, how could such an empress, who had ruled the land of Freljord for more than ten years, sit and sit back and wait to be killed while her army was driven in?

"There is no movement of troops from other countries outside the snowy region."

Ai Qiwen didn't say it on the surface, but in his heart he felt that the patriarch was still too cautious.

The invincible lightning tactics of Winter's Claw, even if reinforcements from outside the snowy region arrive, there is no way to defuse it.

What's more, the 400,000 troops scattered in the field were converging with the 300,000 vanguard army one after another, and at that time, the 700,000 army of the Claws of Winter was wreaking havoc on Freljord, how spectacular and shocking was it?

Thinking of this, Ai Qiwen was already trembling with excitement.

"Patriarch, with the current progress, Freljord can survive for ten days at most, and after ten days, Ash's slut will be trampled under your feet, and you will be the real king of the whole Freljord!"

Ai Qiwen's tone was already full of madness, how many years, the claws of winter were crushed by the pain of Freljord's body, and now under the leadership of the patriarch, the north is about to change, and she feels her blood become boiling.

"Don't relax until the last minute."

Sejuani was surprisingly calm, and although she had been suppressing her inner desires, her natural caution suppressed her crazy ** with Ai Qiwen.

Her eyes were like swords, staring at the royal capital of Freljord on the table, as if she could pierce the map!

I don't know how long it took, but Sejuani took a deep breath.

She finally calmed down the emotions stirring in her heart, she banged on the table and said: "The 10,000 vanguard troops sent to the front line yesterday should have returned, but there is no news yet, you go and investigate, don't let anything happen." ”

"How so, patriarch."

A contemptuous smile appeared on Ai Qiwen's lips, now that Freljord is still guarding those wastes in the Western Highlands, she Ai Qiwen can wipe them out with only 10,000 troops, and those wretches are probably scared to pee their pants when they see the Winter Warriors.

Of course, the patriarch's dispatch, she Ai Qiwen has no reason to carry it out.

Ai Qiwen left the tent in high spirits and immediately dispatched five thousand dwarf horse cavalry.

Adapted to the harsh environment of the ice fields, these horses were shorter than the Middle Continent, but faster than any horse, and the dwarf horse cavalry mixed with the Ancient Tyrannical Pig Knights, but the true pride of Winterclaw.

Ai Qiwen stepped on the short mare dressed in red mattress brocade, standing at the forefront of the knights in a heroic posture, seeing that all the knights secretly swallowed their saliva, this hot but delicate woman, I don't know how many men want to conquer the object.

"Where did our vanguard disappear?"

The five thousand pony cavalry had already begun to set off in a mighty manner, and Ai Qiwen took the lead, with his toes high.

"Lord Qiyu, they disappeared in the Mator Line."

Ai Qiwen's eyebrows on the left and right sides moved slightly, but they subconsciously protected Ai Qiwen tighter.

As a patriarch celebrity, the magic power of these two unremarkable guards beside her is naturally unfathomable, and the cultivation below the magister can't even peek into any waves from them.

"Mator Line ......"

Ai Qiwen muttered to himself.

The Matoll Line is the last line of defense for Freljord.

As long as he passed through this natural swamp formed by the erosion of the ice tundra, Freljord could no longer resist the iron cavalry of winter, and the 10,000 troops sent before were also to investigate the reality of the Mator defensive line.

"If you want me to say, those fools must have lost their way, and it is really unreasonable to bother your lord to go out in person."

Some generals who deliberately curry favor with Ai Qiwen kept saying flattering words in Ai Qiwen's ear, and Ai Qiwen listened to their sycophants and felt that the swamps in the distance had become more beautiful.

The Valoran continent is full of magical places.

The first two rune wars that nearly destroyed Valoran have left the world in tatters, and the Mator Line is a masterpiece guided by the destruction element in the first rune war, but in the second rune war, it has become a barrier for Freljord against the Noxian invasion.

The mud-filled swamp was overgrown with weeds and gurgling with sour green bubbles.

In the distance is an endless green swamp, without any breath of life, and there is a bewildering silence in the middle of heaven and earth.

The remnants of the undispersed magical energy of the Rune War made the land warm, and the winter warriors who had adapted to the cold suddenly fell into the swamp, both in step and physically.

"Lord Ai Qiwen, it's the armor that Freljord discarded!"

Those sycophant generals finally did something practical, and soon arranged for the soldiers to list the loot they were searching for in front of Ai Qiwen's eyes.

What are the filthy, messy ordnance and flags that are not symbols of Freljord?

When these trophies were displayed in front of everyone's eyes, the dead silent swamp was even more silent for a few seconds, and in an instant, one after another hilarious laughter rang out!

"Hahaha, those bunnies must have killed too much."

"The shrimp soldiers and crab generals of Freljord are so scared that they even lose their flags, tsk, they have wasted a new height!"

……

Even Ai Qiwen burst into tears from the corners of his eyes.

What the hell, in the end, Freljord's soldiers are still vulnerable, scattered, and when those guys are killed, they will come back on their own.

In the noisy army, only the two people who were tightly protecting Ai Qiwen's safety did not smile.

They had been vigilantly probing the movement of the swamp, they subconsciously felt that something was not quite right, but they couldn't find anything for a while, and directly received Ai Qiwen's withdrawn instructions, and the eyes of the two of them withdrew from the swamp and returned to calm......

As Ai Qiwen and the others left for a long time, the dead swamp suddenly gurgled and bubbled.

First, a miserable white knuckle floated, and then one after another, mud-stained corpses, turning over fatal wounds, began to emerge, dressed in winter clothes, clearly dead that they could not die again.

Soon, more than 10,000 corpses were floating all over the swamp, and in the depths of the swamp, countless large, dark green eyes were watching them intently, as if enjoying a feast of death.