Chapter XIV: The Residents of Ferreljord

The peaceful, peaceful, and cheerful atmosphere of the Ice Shooter tribe was taken away by the ruthless god of war, leaving behind a tribe of Ice Shooters filled with panic, despair, and wailing, and a child who was not yet a year old sat quietly in front of his father, who had fallen to the ground, accompanied by his mother, with an innocent smile on his face. And his mother sat half-kneeling on the ground, looking at her husband, who could never wake up, with a stubborn smile on her face, although she wanted to cry, but she knew that she must not shed tears, at least not in front of her own child, who was still immature and knew nothing.

Looking at her husband who was already cold and completely on the ground, and looking at her son with a bright and happy smile on his face, her smile was kind! Suddenly, the child pointed to his father on the ground, and said in a childish voice: "Mother, father, father!" ”

The woman smiled slightly, patted the child's little head gently, pointed to her husband lying on the ground and said, "Child, your father is tired, let him sleep here, let's go back, my mother will make you something to eat!" ”

"No, mother, daddy, daddy, daddy!" The child struggled, looked at his father lying on the ground, and shouted inarticulately.

The woman took a few steps, and a very gentle and peaceful voice called out to her: "Madam, don't you follow the tradition of the Ice Shooter tribe to find a very comfortable place for your husband to rest?" ”

The woman turned around, and the first feeling was that it was a bear in front of her, and then a pair of peaceful eyes bloomed with an astonishing look, and then gradually faded away, and the woman looked at the bear man in front of her, who had only heard of in the legends of her predecessors, and said, "No, I hope Princess Ash can see my husband lying here quietly." ”

The bear man asked very incomprehensibly, "Why?" ”

A very incomprehensible but shocked smile appeared on the woman's face: "The last thing my husband said when he saw me was: Reign over Ferreljord, and Her Majesty Queen Ash will be immortal!" With that, the woman glanced at the thoughtful bear man. He said, "Dear bear-people, the person you need to meet is on his way here!" After saying that, the woman held the child in her arms and left without any nostalgia, and tomorrow she might put on her armor and hold a spear in her hand to face the fierce Eastern Paw tribe.

A dying warrior said not of his family, but of "Reign over Ferreljord, and Her Majesty Ash will be immortal!" "This simple but great statement, it seems that the Ice Shooter tribe has produced an amazing leader!" Wally Bell the bear man muttered to himself as he looked at the woman's determined back.

along the way. He didn't know the first time he'd heard it! "Unify Ferreljord, Her Majesty Queen Ash is immortal" Many warriors of the Ice Shooter tribe left this sentence before they died, and he even went from a warrior of the Ice Shooter tribe before death, originally mentally decadent and without any strength, but when he read this sentence, his body seemed to be free from the limitations of his body, and he shouted this sentence in front of his family and children in the loudest tone.

There was a solemn, solemn, and great atmosphere in the sky above the Ice Shooter Tribe, and under this atmosphere, the sobs that rang out from time to time were already very faint.

A woman walks on the Ice Archer Tribe. In front of the corpse of every warrior who died in battle, the woman would always stop, then bend down and bow respectfully to the warrior. Volibel could see in the woman respect, heaviness, solemnity and solemnity, and a deepening belief in indestructibility.

And the family members of those warriors looked at the woman in the white gauze skirt with very respectful eyes, and it was not because of the respect of the inferior to the superior. It's a kind of reverence and trust that is like facing a god of faith. Where the woman stood, even the warrior family members who were immersed in grief stood up one after another, looking at the woman very respectfully. The woman didn't pay much attention or say some comforting words, just smiled at the kindness of the group of people, and then walked to the next sacrificed warrior, meticulously completed the ritual done in front of the deceased warrior in front of her, there was absolutely no perfunctory element in this.

Looking at the back of the woman, the inhabitants of the Ice Shooter tribe all lowered their minds on their own, and muttered to themselves: Queen Ash is immortal.

Voliber silently looked at all this in front of him, and he had already guessed the identity of the woman. Waiting for the woman to come to him, she bowed her head to the warrior who was dying and shouted the immortal words of Fereljodd and Her Majesty Princess Ash, and then looked at him, and her voice sounded: "Bear Warrior, can you tell me your intention?" ”

Volibel looked at the special woman in front of him and said, "Dear Princess Ash, can you answer me a question: how can you unify Ferreljord!" ”

This woman dressed in ordinary civilian clothes is none other than Princess Ash, the most noble woman of the Ice Shooter tribe, looking at Volibel, she said lightly: "Take off that gorgeous robe, let go of the authority that symbolizes power, I, Ash, am just a resident of Ferreljord with the dream of 'one people, one tribe, one Ferreljord'. ”

After saying that, the most honorable woman of the Ice Archer tribe nodded to the leader of the Bear Tribe's tribe in front of her, and then the two staggered past, and Ash continued to walk towards the next warrior of the Ice Archer Tribe.

Volibel looked at the woman who was in control of the situation in the permafrost tundra with a somewhat complicated look, he couldn't understand Lisandro before, and now he couldn't understand this Princess Ash.

"In the face of war, humanity understands its own insignificance and weakness! And often there are people who understand their beliefs in the face of war, and this belief will become the driving force that supports our survival! Watt, remember that phrase well. "At sunset, a young woman sits around a group of children who have gone from sadness or do not know the mood of sadness, and slowly tells stories with strong realism or fairy tale colors in a soft and elegant voice.

Watt, the little child who was gently patted on the head by this woman, supported his chin with both hands, lying on the cold and hard ground, with a pair of azure eyes as pure and clear as the ocean, looked up at the most intelligent and beautiful teacher in his heart, and asked curiously: "Teacher, what is war?" Did my father leave me and my mother forever for the war and go to another world? ”

The woman still had a very gentle smile on her face, looking at the group of eyes in front of her who were eager to know the answer from her mouth very lovingly, and said softly: "War is something that can make our Ferreljord people see hope and can also make us Ferreljord disappear forever in the dust of history, he is terrifying and powerful, but at the same time he contains infinite vitality and possibility!" ”

"Teacher, how can we see hope only in war?" Watt was a smart child, looking at the teacher in front of him who was very perfect in his eyes, almost like a goddess, and asked again, his voice was still immature, and his eyes were full of beautiful fantasies and nostalgia.

The woman patted the child's head gently, and the smile on her face became more gentle, but a pair of bright black eyes revealed a special emotion that the children had never seen.

"Faith, only those who hold faith can get hope from the ruthless and terrifying war, and can achieve salvation!"

Faith, what is that? The children didn't know it, but they took the teacher's words firmly in their minds.

In the distance, a young man stood on a towering ancient tree, staring at the woman in a thin white gauze skirt from a distance, listening to the woman tell the simple but very vivid truth to the group of immature children word by word, the young man did not speak, nor did he try to step forward.

Looking down at the flowers in his hand, the young man showed a self-deprecating smile on his face, and casually threw the flowers on the ground, "Men conquer women, women conquer men, this is the order established by God!" But I suddenly realized, dear Princess Ash, now that I seem to have lost the confidence to conquer you, how can a woman with such a great belief and such a strong sense of national mission be conquered by flowers? ”

The young man slowly crouched down, stared at the figure, and muttered, "Perhaps I will spend my life pursuing you, not conquering, my dear Princess Ash." ”

The young man slowly stood up and turned to leave!

There was only a bouquet of flowers blooming on the ground, proving that there was once a person who stayed here, but left for unknown reasons!

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"Olaf, what about the casualties?"

The berserker Olaf was carrying two huge axes, with various scars on his body, and he didn't dare to look directly at the cold and calm eyes of the woman in front of him, and said: "One-sixth of the warriors of the Eastern Claw tribe who participated in the war this time have fallen on the journey, and two-sixths are recuperating from their injuries!" ”

The woman sneered and looked at the berserker in front of her, who was completely inconsistent with her usual temperament, and said, "Olaf, if you don't want me to return your body to your tribe, just answer my words honestly, what about the specific casualties?" ”

Olaf smiled bitterly in his heart, he had no way to refuse this woman's inquiry, and said honestly: "There are a total of six hundred and thirty-three warriors of the Eastern Jaw tribe who participated in the war!" A hundred dead! Two hundred and fifty-six people are seriously wounded, and I am afraid they will not be able to participate in the battle for the next three days! ”

The woman with supreme authority in the Winterpaw Tribe still had an iceberg expression on her face, and she directly ignored the guilty look on Olaf's face! Continuing to ask in a caustic tone, "What about the casualties of the Ice Shooter Tribe?" ”

Olaf said: "No less than us! ”

The woman nodded, standing on the top of the mountain and looking in the direction of the Ice Archer Tribe, not knowing whether to talk to herself or to Olaf behind her, "Maybe it's time for me to meet that Princess Ash." (To be continued.) )