This man in the ice sculpture is Wu Wenxu, the king of demons?

Staring at the ice sculptures that seemed to be full of bright red flowers inside, everyone felt like they were dreaming, and they couldn't see at all how this person, who was plain in appearance and magic, could be confused with the rumored monster who was ten feet tall and spitted magic flames.

"But don't worry, Wu Wenxu can't have a way to survive in the permafrost realm, and later, I will use the ice pick and iron flail to crush him with my own hands."

Sejuani put on her clothes wildly, and immediately covered her fiery figure, which made the men feel regretful.

"Patriarch, he's not the king of demons, he's my love......"

Offstage, there was a sudden whimpering sob.

Sejuani followed the sound and looked sharply, and saw a woman in leather armor crouching on the ground crying, as if she was about to faint at any moment.

"Who is she?" Sejuani asked Ai Qiwen suspiciously.

Ai Qiwen blinked and said, "Patriarch, I really know this person, she is the daughter of the Antaya family, served in the night patrol, and also participated in two crusades against Freljord. ”

"So, she grew up in our Winter Claws?"

Ai Qiwen didn't dare to lie and said, "Yes, my patriarch." ”

"Call her up."

Sejuani sat back down on the bearskin-paved chair, her legs cocked in a natural superior posture.

Soon, the sobbing woman was dragged up by two female warriors.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she was dragged in front of Sejuani, and she cried even harder.

"Clan, Patriarch, woo, please spare Luke, I swear, he's absolutely innocent."

The woman's cry caused some commotion in the quiet crowd.

The patriarch announced that the person in the ice sculpture was the king of demons, but now some people say that it is her lover, what kind of plot is this going on?

Sejuani's swaying calves stiffened slightly, a prelude to her bad mood.

She stared condescendingly into the woman's eyes, trying to find some clues in her brown eyeballs, and she looked at it for a long time, but she didn't see anything strange except for the pure blood waves of Winterclaw.

'It's weird. Sejuani thought silently in her heart.

Impossible, her intuition has always been very accurate, she can almost be a hundred sure, the person in the ice sculpture is definitely the king of demons, but how can the king of demons fall in love with the women of his tribe?

"Give me a detailed account of you and his situation."

No lie can be told in the presence of Winter's Wrath Sejuani, for her eyes more vicious than the beast can see the misdeeds of the wind and grass, and the one who is greeted by the deceiver must be the ice pick and flail that she pronounces death.

The woman wiped her tears vigorously, barely stopped her whimper, and said: "I have been childhood sweethearts with him since childhood, my mother engaged us to get married, and I was going to get married this year, but I didn't expect to have a war with Freljord, and he has not been able to return to the base camp under Zanu." ”

Speaking of the sad place, she couldn't help but sobbed and said, "Now that he is finally back, he is ...... by you, the patriarch, and you, the patriarch."

She was holding the blood-colored ice sculpture, her breathing was so rapid that she was about to faint.

"She's so pathetic."

The warriors of the Claws of Winter are vicious, but their minds are as pure as the snow of the Iron Ridge Mountains, and they are fiery and jealous by nature, and when they see this tragic scene in front of them, the person Rao is their patriarch, and they can't help but make a noise of discussion.

"Patriarch, I heard that the Demon King Wu Wenxu has the seventh forbidden spell in the world, and even the throat of Beilu can be exploded, not to mention that he is cunning by nature, how can he be easily frozen by ice?"

"Yes, patriarch, this kid has been in the ice for nearly ten minutes, covered in injuries, and there is no resistance, we never kill our own people in the winter, if we make a mistake, isn't it wronging a genius!"

The voices of discussion and protest are becoming more and more intense.

Sejuani's mount began to grow unsettled, its eyes red scanning the heckling warriors, its snort intensifying, and it began to exhale bloody smoke.

Winter's Fury touched the pig's head, and it suddenly became silent.

"Winter is a free tribe, and any of us have a voice."

In the face of the increasingly strong condemnation, Sejuani not only did not feel angry, but felt relieved and happy, she glanced at the woman who had fainted with an expressionless face, and quickly put her hands on the surface of the ice sculpture.

"I believe in everyone's eyes, since he is not the Demon King Wu Wenxu, I will naturally do my best to save his life."

The protests died down, and they gazed at the great patriarch, and more people gave her a thumbs up.

I always thought that it was because the patriarch could listen to their hearts that the claws of winter became stronger and stronger, so strong that the entire Freljord soldiers could only run away with their tails in front of them.

"Long live the patriarch!"

At the beginning of the sentence, the tribe suddenly sounded a thunderous shout, and the gradual evolution of the neat movement of the weapon made the sound of worship reach the sky, earth-shattering.

On the stage, Wu Wenxu's ice sculpture had been lifted by Sejuani, he was covered in a lot of blood, unconscious and dying, Ai Qiwen touched his neck and found that he was almost to the point of being out of breath.

"Patriarch ......"

Ai Qiwen said embarrassedly at a loss.

"Save him with the tears of the ice heart." Sejuani turned her back to Ai Qiwen, and there was firmness in her indifferent voice.

"Tears of the Ice Heart?"

Ai Qiwen covered her mouth in surprise, although she wanted to dissuade the patriarch from retracting this sentence, but seeing that Sejuani had already walked away, she understood that the patriarch was serious.

The tears of the ice heart are the treasures of the town of the claws of winter, and it is the resonance of the ancestors of the ancestors of the winter and the land of ice and snow, and it takes two hundred years to condense a drop of the tears of the ice heart, which can not only bring the dead back to life, but also has the effect of promoting the cultivation of the boundary, and is the most precious existence of the claws of winter.

And now, the last drop of Ice Heart Tears in the Winter Clan was used to save Wu Wenxu like this.

'Patriarch. ’

Ai Qiwen silently clenched her fists, she felt the nobility and greatness of Sejuani from the bottom of her soul, which is the reason why she is willing to dedicate her life to follow!

She didn't see it, the bloodied man's ears moved, and he quickly returned to his original appearance.