Chapter 6: The Trumpet Sounds

The horn of the attack was sitting on the snowy mountain spirit rhino, cold and arrogant, waving his hand gently, with a rough face, the berserker Olaf who had an irrepressible enthusiasm for the battle carried two giant axes, took the lead, and rushed into the camp of the Ice Archer tribe that had already been arranged with the warriors of the Winter Claw tribe.

Whoosh through the air!

The tribe of ice archers, known for their marksmen, immediately launched a counterattack, and a dense raindown of arrows fell to stop the berserker Olaf's footsteps, but how could they stop this force pervert from thirsting for battle?

Heavy casualties, a third of the four hundred charging warriors fell under the dense barrage of arrows, but they had finally rushed to the camp of the Ice Marksman Tribe. Hatred and anger ignited the hearts of the warriors of the Winterclaw Tribe at this moment.

What can you guys do in close combat? We can only wait to be slaughtered by the warriors of our Eastern Paw tribe!

A giant axe pierced the chest of one of the archers with a sharp cracking sound, castrating, and then continuously piercing the bodies of two warriors of the Ice Archer tribe with blood. The furious and bloodthirsty aura suddenly surged into the hearts of the warriors of the Winterclaw Tribe under the berserker's stunning giant axe, and the cry shook the sky.

Princess Ash sat on a white warhorse, pointed at the male who was holding a giant axe and ruthlessly harvested the lives of the warriors of the Ice Archer Tribe, and whispered, "He is Olaf from the berserker race on the edge of Ferreljord?" ”

"He is Olaf, Princess Sejuani has fought against this fierce berserker when she first subdued her, and the result is that the Eastern Paw tribe is very surprised that Princess Sejuani is a god-like warrior, this unsightly berserker is only a little inferior to their beliefs!" Elliot looked at the bloodthirsty Olaf who was swept by a violent wind and said calmly, his eyes facing the blood and battle on the battlefield without a single wave.

The leader of the Ice Shooter tribe looked at the formidable figure. The corners of his mouth hooked up a beautiful smile: "Olaf, remember that this name means the bravest man among the berserkers, it seems that this Olaf has an unusual status in the berserker tribe!" Now that the bravest of the berserkers has appeared, there's no reason why the toughest men of our Ice Shooter tribe shouldn't meet him? Elliott, kill him, I don't want the descendants of the Ice Shooter tribe to suffer the slightest damage from this guy! ”

Elliott bowed slightly, nodded, and then took a spirit rhino and slowly headed towards the berserker Olaf! The warriors of the Ice Archer tribe on both sides have made way for this warrior who has not shot for the Ice Archer tribe for a long time, but his strength is absolutely indisputable.

Olaf, who was slashing open an opponent's chest with an axe in his hand, suddenly felt a terrible pressure rushing towards his head. Raising his head, a pair of bloodthirsty pupils suddenly shrank, and a silver spear swept down towards him from top to bottom.

Swing the giant axe with both hands and resist upwards!

There was a loud grunt.

The berserker, who had been murderous and like a demon god just now, fell to his knees on one knee at this moment, his arms barely supporting the tremendous force of the spear. But even with this embarrassed appearance, the berserker who lived by fighting still stared at the young man in front of him, who was indifferently waving his spear and sitting on a spiritual rhino.

The spear was retracted, and before Olaf could feel the pressure lighten. The spear swept like lightning again, like a poisonous snake. Damn, Olaf scolded secretly, and hurriedly held the double axe to resist again. This time, something even more terrifying happened, this berserker who was raging in the warrior camp of the Ice Shooter Tribe just now was directly swept away by this shot, and landed on the ice and snow ground more than ten meters away.

Seeing this scene, a word came to everyone's mind: crush!

"Elliott. Ice Shooter Tribe Guardian Knight! The silver-white spear reached the ground, and the young man sitting on the spirit rhino said coldly, his voice was not very loud. But it spread all over the battlefield.

Sejuani waved the charging Winterpaw Warrior back when Olaf was knocked to the ground by a single shot, her eyes staring with cold and interest at the collision between Olaf, who was known as the bravest man among the berserkers, and the man who had the best chance of ascending to the throne of the Ice Archer Tribe.

The result surprised the lord of the Eastern Claw tribe, although he had known that Elliott with the assistance of the spirit rhino would be able to defeat the berserker Olaf with the eyes above the top, but he did not expect that the extraordinary strength of Olaf would be defeated so quickly and so decisively.

Two shots, one slash and one sweep, took out the terrible berserker.

Sejuani's gaze slowly shifted to Princess Ash, the Lord of the Ice Archers, and muttered to herself: "Perhaps Elliott is a very strong stumbling block in the way of the Eastern Paw tribe's unification of Ferreljord, but the real biggest obstacle is you, Ash who brought this terrible stumbling block out, I really look forward to fighting you next time, my dear Princess Ash!" ”

A battle initiated by Princess Sejuani, the bravest and fiercest of the East Paw tribe's permafrost tundra, came to an abrupt end under two shots from a long-forgotten young man of the Ice Archer Tribe, Elliott.

This is an unbelievable outcome, but it is also plausible.

Both the Winterclaw Tribe and the Ice Archer Tribe need to consider the strength between the two sides, and the so-called first battle is just a trial! And the battle between these two great women of Fereljord is not an end, but a way.

As a resident of Fereljord, there is at least one thing to consider, and that is whether opponents who are eyeing Fereljord will take this opportunity to take Fereljord for themselves. Neither Sejuani nor Ash was willing to bring devastating disaster to Ferreljord because of themselves.

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"Is the great Princess Sejuani also afraid? Otherwise, why would they retreat? Olaf, the berserker who fell into Elliott's hands with two shots, said dissatisfied.

Sejuani casually glanced at the battle robe that still had unclean blood on her body, and said coldly: "Don't you understand, today's war just wants you to restrain your arrogant temper!" In your eyes, the Ice Shooter Tribe is nothing, but before Ash, the leader of the Ice Shooter Tribe, made a move, you fell into the hands of that Elliott, so how can you follow me to conquer Ferreljord? ”

The words are sharp and merciless.

Olaf fell silent, very rarely not as furious as usual. Although this man born into the Berserker tribe loves war and believes that he was born to be a man born for war, he is not stupid, and he is definitely not arrogant and conceited in front of people who are stronger than himself.

Elliott, Olaf silently remembered in his heart the man who had crushed the frenzy in his mind with two shots! He didn't admit that Elliott had the strength to defeat him, and if Elliott hadn't ridden the spirit rhino, how could he easily defeat him?

"Next time I'll prove my strength with his blood." This is Olaf's belief! However, even if he thought so in his heart, the arrogant berserker couldn't help but start thinking about a question in his mind: Is Ferreljord's unification war really as simple as he imagined?

I pondered for a long time, but the answer was no.

Olaf squinted his eyes and whispered, "It seems that the years ahead will not be lonely!" ”

Olaf didn't know that when he was seriously pondering, Sejuani was looking at him with a playful look, his eyes sharp and sharp: "Berserker is not a qualified subordinate, but I believe that you, Olaf, will definitely be a powerful help to me Sejuani to conquer Ferreljord, not an obstacle!" ”

At the same time, the two tribal leaders looked at the sky at the same time and said the same words: "The war has just begun!" ”

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Studying the information sent from the front every day, this is what Princess Lisandro must do every day after dealing with the affairs of the tribe, and after a few days of stalemate, the Winterclaw tribe and the ice archer tribe have gone to war.

The battle was not as large as Lisandro had expected! There are ascetic tribes that are eyeing each other, whether it is Ash of the Ice Archer tribe or Sejuani, the leader of the bold Winterclaw tribe, who will never decisively start a large-scale war when they are not sure that they can annex their opponents, and this is the constraint.

Compared to Sejuani, Ash, the leader of the Ice Shooter Tribe, is probably more afraid of the Dervish Tribe! After all, the Ice Archer Tribe is in a position between the Ascetic Tribe and the Eastern Paw Tribe Tribe.

Lisandro closed the letter and muttered, "Maybe Princess Ash, who is not stupid in the first place, is worried that the Winterpaw Tribe will unite with the Ascetic Tribe and annex the Ice Archer Tribe first?" ”

Lisandro sighed deeply, and couldn't help but think of the proud and brave woman in her mind, if it weren't for the pride and dignity of a warrior that the Ice Archer tribe would have ceased to exist long ago when she was in charge of the ascetic tribe.

To this day, Lisandro still remembers the woman's words: "The Ferreljord in the eyes of Sejuani is the unified and peaceful Ferreljord!" ”

Unified and peaceful Ferreljord? Accustomed to the machinations of the Valoran Continent's politicians, Lisandro found herself ridiculously agreeing with Sejuani's words. How can the conquest of a divided and disunited Ferreljord be comparable to that of Queen Alvarosa three hundred years ago?

"Damn the principle, the honorable principle!" Lisandro didn't know whether to curse or reveal!

While Lisandro was pondering, the voice of the clan came from the door, and an important piece of news rang out: "A group of knights dressed in Noxian attire are waiting for Princess Lisandro to be summoned outside the ascetic tribe's gathering place!" ”

Lisandro's body, which had always been calm about anything, shook slightly, and the hand holding the parchment trembled even more. (To be continued.) )