I heard that the trickery demon queen LeBlanc used to be a saint-level powerhouse a hundred years ago, but later because of the sneak attack on the Shadow Island and various things, the realm fell to the super fourteenth order, even so, this woman's experience and strength are still unfathomable, and Wu Wenxu will not relax his vigilance against her.

"I guess."

LeBlanc charmingly brushed the hair in front of her forehead, and said in a ghostly spirit: "Our nosy lord, this time we must have come to the north to support Freljord. ”

"But why do you want to get into the claws of winter? Could it be...... Got a crush on Sejuani? ”

LeBlanc's molestation caused the lord to spit hard.

Seeing Wu Wenxu's embarrassed appearance, LeBlanc smiled and said, "Or does Valoran's demon king want to capture the thief and capture the king first, and seize the opportunity of the selection conference to kill Sejuani, who is easily faceless?" ”

"Your imagination is rich enough."

Wu Wenxu didn't want to talk to this woman anymore, there was no topic.

"Hahaha......"

LeBlanc let out a silver bell-like laugh, but he turned to a hippie appearance, and said with a little seriousness: "You have the second forbidden spell in the world, the soul elegy, pure things, subconsciously will be attracted by the darkness, it seems that the purpose of your trip is the same as mine." ”

"Oh?"

The lord sighed lightly, he couldn't believe that LeBlanc was also interested in the darkness hidden in the snow in the north, it seemed that the hidden existence of this north was definitely impossible to understate so simple.

"Until we get to the bottom of the situation, our goals should be the same."

Leflan pouted, and then said, "Look, Sejuani is here. ”

The noisy and chaotic tribes suddenly appeared as if they were naturally separated, and a wide road appeared.

The fanged banners fluttered, accompanied by a low, heavy savage gasp, the earth rumbled, and at the end of the wide road that parted, there was a column of terrible shadows made by ancient tyrant pigs.

"It's the patriarch!"

"Long live the patriarch, long live the patriarch!"

"Oooo

With cold white skin as hard as steel, a large and heavy body, and a fierce and savage face, this team of ancient tyrant pigs made the atmosphere heavy, however, as the leading woman gradually appeared in people's field of vision, those frenzied calls soon ignited the atmosphere!

This is a woman wearing an icehorn ox helmet and animal skin armor.

Her mount was the largest and most conspicuous among the hundreds of Tyrant Pigs, exuding an astonishing murderous aura with every step.

Her facial features are exquisite, her face is beautiful, her head is held high at the moment, her cold eyes seem to be filled with the color of perseverance and killing all the time, and the black hair hidden by the horned helmet, with every tremor on the ground, reflects the chain ice hammer hanging in her hand, releasing a cold color.

A woman's aura is really powerful to the extreme.

It is no wonder that this woman with the temperament of a leader and an iron will can become the spiritual leader of the Claws of Winter, she seems to have been born for war, and the flowers scattered at her feet are all trampled by her mounts!

Soon, Winter's Wrath Sejuani was at the end of the road.

The animal skin tables and chairs full of wild colors had already been prepared for her, and she sat on the chair energetically, took the liquor that Ai Qiwen had already prepared, and drank it all.

"When does the selection meeting start?"

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of her, Sejuani seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and seeing the patriarch frowning, Ai Qiwen suddenly said simply: "Patriarch, the selection meeting can start at any time, just wait for your order." ”

Sejuani nodded in satisfaction.

She didn't want to waste a second of her time, so she slammed the table in front of her legs, and the vibrating fruit bowl and wine actually made the entire chaotic tribe magically quiet!

She smiled slightly, enjoying the scene of being watched by everyone, Sejuani stood up, and in the eyes of everyone, her vigorous body was like a shining pearl in the winter, so pure, so charming.

"Dear warriors."

"Sejuani is glad that you have been able to come all the way to this selection meeting, we don't have a lot of time, so I will only say a few words next."

"Boom!"

The table in front of her lap was suddenly smashed into pieces by the chain hammer, and those broken wood chips turned into ice because of the cold magic, and splashed into the ground, this random blow made all the existences above the Magus terrifying, worthy of being a patriarch, beyond the peak cultivation of the thirteenth order, I am afraid that he will soon enter the fourteenth order, right?

"The first thing I want to say is – win no matter what."

"The second thing I want to say is - we will rule Freljord!"

"Pig Knight Guard Tryout, start now!"

Horde, began to boil.

The hot beauties danced, the drums beat to cheer, and countless **** warriors beat their chests frantically, laid out the crimson carpet, and were divided into four ice sculptures on the ring, and soon there were eight players.

In Winterclaw, there are no rules for fighting.

They advocate the use of war to solve everything, whether it is food or women, but despicable means are taboo of the Winter tribe, and if they dare to violate it, they will become the pig food of the ancient violent pigs.

The game progressed very quickly, and the eight big men who played in the first round, in less than half a minute, two were splashed with blood on the spot, and two were directly knocked off the stage, which can be regarded as admitting defeat.

The victorious man held his chest with one hand and bowed respectfully, and those who were willing to continue the battle remained on the stage, and those who needed to rest quickly stepped down.

The rhythm of the war is worthy of the people of winter.

"There are already few people in Winter's Claw, and if a lot of people die in one selection, won't Sejuani be heartbroken?"

"My lord, you don't know Sejuani too well."

"It's this brutal elimination every year that makes Winterclaw's true elite stand out, and they've kept it up for decades, so it's a precaution for the invasion of Freljord. ”

"Spare me, please spare me......"

On the stage, a bald and angry man who had won ten games in a row pinched the young man who was easily disarmed by himself in the palm of his hand like pinching a chicken, he tilted his head and said with a vicious smile: "Spare you? ”

"Click!"

The young soldier's neck suddenly shattered, and he screamed for his life, and he threw him off the stage violently, hitting the ground slightly dented.

The man slammed his chest and laughed wildly, "Hahaha, is there only these waste in the Claws of Winter?" Who the is there, who would dare to meet with Lao Tzu! ”

Sejuani clenched her glass, her face slightly cold.

This man is a tenth-order demon master cultivator, but he is not a person in his own clan, he should be a fugitive from another country, such a presumptuous insult to the Winter Warrior, where can her face go?

However, the people of the winter who have seen the sharp methods of men do not dare to rush up, there is a world of difference in the realm of strength, even if they rush up with a heart of anger, isn't it also a way to kill themselves?

But just watch him arrogant like this......

The younger generation of winter warriors clenched their fists fiercely, and some young people with strong blood were ready to take a step, even if they died on the stage, they must not disgrace the reputation of the winter people's belligerence!

It's just that there was obviously a young man in the crowd who took the lead.

He walked steadily, with ease, and before everyone was hesitating, he had stepped on the carpet in the ring, and he was laughing incredibly.

"Ahh He, he's not the one who feeds the pigs! ”

In the audience, the young soldiers who were still ridiculing Wu Wenxu in the early morning were already stunned.

Although he began to admire Wu Wenxu's courage, the young soldier couldn't help but scold: "What is in his head, even I can see that the person on the stage is a tenth-order demon master, he is really tired of life!" ”

The bald man stared at Wu Wenxu, who slowly walked up to the stage, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, Winterclaw's only dare to come up with these miscellaneous fish?"

"Hello."

Facing the strong man's ridicule, Wu Wenxu bowed very politely.

Then, his next words made the strong man's mocking smile instantly darken.

"I'm sorry, I'm here to kill you."