Chapter 4: Sejuani's Kindness

Blizzards ruthlessly ravaged the permafrost tundra, bringing with them cold, dryness, and terrifying devastation. Especially in the territory of the most cruel and cold Winterpaw tribe led by Sejuani, the blizzard is particularly fond of this area, and the merciless wind and snow are sprinkled on this area without money, covering all the footprints of animals and humans, and a low group of buildings can be regarded as the only bright color in this snow-white world, this is the Winterpaw tribe.

Her Majesty Queen Sejuani, the supreme ruler of the Winterpaw tribe and the bravest and most fearsome warrior in the region, stood on a hillside not far from the Winterpaws, looking out over the blizzard that had covered the sky and the earth, and looked through the thick snow that had touched his rival, the Ice Archer Tribe, the Ash Princess, who was filled with a divine light that she did not like but respected.

Sejuani stood like a statue, standing on the hillside, without any movement.

No one in the Winterclaw tribe dared to disturb the contemplation of the queen of Sejuani, who was about to face a great war, and at this time Sejuani was the most prone to falling into a cold and violent mood. But an inopportune voice sounded behind Sejuani.

"Winterclaw, if you want, I can lead the warriors of your Winterclaw tribe to attack directly on the lair of the Ice Archer Tribe, and destroy the Ice Archer tribe that has lost the blood of the brave is nothing more than a pile of tobacco that has been dried and ready to be ignited and destroyed!" The voice is strong, confident, and arrogant!

A slender young man with a giant axe stood behind Sejuani, his eyes cold and blazing in the same direction that Sejuani had achieved! His eyes were filled with a fanatical will to fight, and this was definitely a warrior who lived to fight.

This man who doesn't look tall, but the lean figure of the whole body, the muscles that hover over his hands and legs like a dragon can be very clearly seen. The strength of this young warrior is definitely not as mediocre as his size.

Sejuani didn't have to look back to know that the only person who dared to speak so recklessly in front of her was the berserker who had failed to challenge the entire Winterpaw Tribe a few months ago with one man! For this proud and even somewhat arrogant berserker, Sejuani did not have any disgust, and even had a little sense of recognition, if there was no strength. How dare you be arrogant?

"Destruction is not the end of the problem, but the way! And to despise one's opponent is as terrible as standing in a bottomless grave for any wise man or a great man! Olaf, I recognize your strength, but I don't think you're the strongest warrior above Fereljord, at least you're no match for me! The tone is cold, ruthless, and calm.

The arrogant and proud Olaf did not refute Sejuani's words, in fact, in the battle with Sejuani three months ago, he had already seen what terrifying and terrifying strength this woman who could break her neck with one weak hand in his eyes, as well as what superb fighting skills and fighting will.

Olaf, a berserker who fights for a living, considers himself inferior to Sejuani, a noble leader who possesses all the qualities of a warrior.

Pouted. Olaf sat on the ground, staring at the blizzard in the distance, his eyes revealing an unconcealable desire to kill, and sneered: "Could it be that the Ice Shooter Tribe also has someone who can compete with me?" ”

"At least Princess Ash of the Ice Shooter tribe and Princess Lisandra of the dervishes tribe definitely have the strength to amaze you!"

"Ash?" There was a hint of disdain at the corner of Olaf's mouth, could the leader of a group of cowardly sheep still be a tiger?

"I don't believe it, in your eyes, Princess Ash is a legendary archer whose strength is not inferior to mine, comparable to that of the Central Knight, and you should know the strength of a legendary archer very well!" Pride for Olaf. Sejuani strikes coldly and without hesitation, she needs an honest and obedient subordinate. And not an arrogant ally.

Legendary shooter? The pool of blood in Olaf's mind was suddenly poured with cold water, and he looked at Queen Sejuani in front of him in disbelief and asked, "She has the strength of a legendary shooter?" ”

The corners of Sejuani's mouth hooked up a sneer, and she said, "Maybe she is stronger than the legendary shooter!" Queen Avarosa's Ice Bow, perhaps this legendary archer can already be used with complete ease! Otherwise, how would she be worthy of being compared to me, Sejuani? ”

Olaf looked at Sejuani, who was confident, arrogant, and violent, and even a guy with berserker blood couldn't match him, and was a little speechless! What exactly is happening on this permafrost tundra? There are so many powerful and terrifying women, is it still the permafrost tundra where the berserker family was rampant in the past?

A woman with the strength of a strong warrior to defeat the bravest warrior of the Berserker family, a legendary archer who can wield the power of Queen Avarosa's former Ice Bow, and a genius magical girl who has reached the level of a great mage and is even steadily moving on the path of a magical sage.

This is no longer the world where Ferreljord men used to be rampant. It's a land dominated by great women.

Olaf, who was born into the Berserker tribe, sighed a little, and the three greatest women of the last hundred years who appeared on the permafrost tundra were really strong. Despise? Perhaps Olaf used to have this mood, but now Insejuani's words are completely gone, and there is a desire to fight and rage.

"Sejuani, you have a mercy that you shouldn't have, today the High Priest of the Ice Archer Tribe Midos Phayldon leaves, the Ice Archer Tribe will definitely be negligent in taking precautions, just when our Winter Claw Tribe launched an offensive against the Ice Archer Tribe, but you missed this opportunity!!" Facing the supreme ruler of the Winterclaw Tribe, Olaf said calmly.

Benevolent? Sejuani was a little amused, and in her mind's eye, I'm afraid this berserker was the first to say she was benevolent! However, Sejuani did not deny it, squinted her eyes, and said softly: "This may be considered a kind of mercy!" High Priest of Midos Fyerton is not only the High Priest of the Ice Shooter tribe, but also the sacrifice that we of the Ferreljord tribe should respect, he has spent his life wandering between the three tribes for the unification of Ferreljord, bringing good news to the three tribes, how can I let his soul not leave this world with peace of mind? Besides, the wise Princess Ash is not a fool corrupted by power, money, lust, and a comfortable life, but a woman who shares my desire to unify Ferreljord, and don't you think he will have any defenses? Olaf, if you could have half your courage in your head, you wouldn't have asked such a stupid question. ”

Olaf laughed, he would never try to refute or quibble about something wrong, and it didn't make any sense to quibble about something wrong in itself. Olaf was not angry at what Serjuani said that his brain power was not even half as good as his force, and Olaf understood the meaning of this sentence in his mind, but it didn't prove that my force value was super perverted?

Being recognized by a strong man is something as important as life for a berserker with the blood of a berserker.

"Sejuani, I can't dispute your decision in this regard, but the instincts of a berserker tell me that you have a heart for the Ice Shooter tribe, and perhaps for the permafrost tundra, for Ferreljord!"

"I just don't want my unified Ferreljord to be a broken and dilapidated Ferreljord, otherwise how can I fulfill the vow I made in front of Queen Alvarosa to take Ferreljord to become the most brilliant kingdom on the continent of Valoran??"

A woman with great convictions may not always be a great woman, but they are genuinely admirable. Sejuani in front of her gave Olaf this feeling.

Is this the true meaning of the battle that Berserkers have always wanted to understand?

Olaf then fell to his knees on one knee, restrained the playful smile on his face, and said solemnly and solemnly: "Queen Sejuani, the berserkers are willing to fight for you to unify Ferreljord!" ”

Faced with the allegiance of this powerful berserker Olaf with amazing blood, Sejuani did not show an ecstatic look, her eyes passed through the blizzard that was aligned with heaven and earth, and muttered to herself: "The strength hidden in the permafrost tundra should be revealed." ”

Few people know that after the division of the Freeljord Empire unified by Queen Avarosa, it was not only divided into three tribes: the Ascetic Tribe, the Ice Archer Tribe, and the Winterclaw Tribe, but in addition to these three tribes, there were also some powerful tribes hiding in the permafrost tundra, waiting for the unification of Ferreljord.

"When Ferreljord is united again, they will return!" This is the motto left behind by the three tribes of dervishes, winterclaw, and ice archer when they were founded. Only tribal patriarchs, high elders, and high priests are qualified to know this proverb.

I don't know how many of those tribes have hidden in the permafrost tundra, but Sejuani knows that there is a strong tribe that can compete with the three masters of the permafrost tundra on the surface: the Winterclaw tribe, the Ice Archer tribe, and the dervisheck tribe!

They are the bear-people who live on the unforgiving northern wall.

The bravest, most ferocious and formidable tribal group of the past during the reign of Queen Alvarosa lived quietly on the unforgiving north wall. Whether they were waiting for the opportunity for Fereljord's rise to prominence, or they were accustomed to comfort, no one knew this, and no one dared to explore that hell.

"The ruthless north wall, the most lifelike warrior tribe of Ferreljord in the past, is enough to be compared to the mighty barbarians? It's a really fun place! A young man squinted at the sacred peak in front of him and muttered to himself. (To be continued.) )