Freljord, the Claws of Winter. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Freljord is a forgiving place, where the mountains are covered in snow and ice all year round. The terrain here is extremely complex, with countless mountains and valleys, and the plains that can be inhabited are only a pitiful area.

And winter is a nightmare for everyone in Freljord.

Because here there is the world's largest snow vortex that envelops the northern part of the Valoran continent. The weather was extremely bad, and even the natives who had lived here for a long time did not dare to go out of their homes casually. Because no one knows if this will be their last trip.

At the same time, because of the terrible and severe cold of winter, most of the prey will fall into hibernation. And for the Freljord nomads, who make a living from hunting and grazing, this is also a good time to rest.

Although the tribes rarely communicate, they have similar festivals.

For example, the Winter Festival, a festival that increases the vitality of the tribe and solves the feverish hormones of men and women.

The Winter Festival of the Claws of Winter, half a month earlier than that of the Avarosa tribe. And this year's Winter Festival of the Winter Claw Tribe is very lively.

Because, this year's Winter Festival is the wedding day of the Winter Claw Princess Sejuani. It is also the day when the Claws of Winter's alliance with the barbarian and dervish tribes.

For the ordinary people of the Winterclaw Tribe, the changes during this period of time are too great, and even a little unacceptable.

First, the new leader of the dervishes, Lisandro, came to surrender, willing to surrender to the Winterclaw tribe for the sake of Freljord's peace and future. Later, the great leader of Sejuani went to the barbarians and made a marriage contract with the barbarian king Tedamir, who was about to become the queen of the barbarians, the empress of Freljord!

In just one month, the Winter's Claw tribe has changed from an ordinary large tribe of Freljord to a royal tribe of Freljord, this kind of legendary, even dramatic change, is really difficult for ordinary tribesmen to accept for a while.

The Claws of Winter, among the chiefs' tents.

Sejuani sat cross-legged in front of a low desk, staring at the steaming goat's milk on the table, and her eyes, which had been cold, fell into a daze.

In just one month, the Winterclaw Tribe has fulfilled an unprecedented dream and is about to become the king of Freljord.

It's just that Sejuani didn't have much joy in her heart, but a little more loss.

She advocates war and the iron-blooded law that the strong are respected. And Lisandro's surrender is, in Sejuani's eyes, more of an insult.

However, in the face of Lisandro's insult, Sejuani really couldn't refuse.

Because once the Winterclaw tribe gains the support of the dervishew tribe, it will immediately become the strongest tribe in Freljord, and it is even expected to dominate the entire Freljord.

For Sejuani, it was her destiny to unite Freljord and her promise to the wizards.

And Sejuani knew that once she rejected Lisandro's surrender, waiting for the future of the Winterclaw tribe would be terrible darkness and despair. Because the other party has too many choices, she can choose the Winterclaw Tribe, the Avarosa Tribe, and even the Barbarians.

Although Sejuani does not like this kind of charity, even humiliating surrender, she can only make the right decision for the future of the Winterclaw Tribe.

Sejuani exhaled, her eyes gradually regaining their brightness.

She held the horn cup containing the goat's milk and murmured, "One day, I will lead the Winterclaw Tribe to dominate Freljord, truly Freljord!" ”

Sejuani said, her eyes flashing with a terrible chill, and she drank the hot goat's milk in it!

Winter's Wrath Sejuani, doesn't need a pitiful handout!

At the same time, the ascetic tribes.

As the name suggests, the ascetic tribe is a place of serenity and simplicity. They live an ascetic life, tempering their will and body in the cold of winter, intent on finding peace of mind.

Similarly, the dervishes were one of the few settled tribes in Freljord. Unlike most nomadic peoples, they live a sedentary life.

Since the death of Princess Mafula, the ascetic tribe has been faintly divided.

For the decision of the new leader, Lisandro, some people agree with it in their hearts, and naturally some people are very dissatisfied. The dervishes tribe is one of the most powerful tribes in Freljord, by any means. During her lifetime, Princess Mafula worked hard to maintain the peace and tranquility of the ascetic tribe.

But Lisandro's actions, although they brought a bright dawn to Freljord, were seen by many ascetics as a naked betrayal.

She betrayed her tribe and betrayed her people.

This terrible division has affected every aspect of the ascetic tribe, and even people can feel the wariness and uneasiness from other people when they walk through the tribe.

Faced with the plight of the tribe, the new chief, Lisandro, never said anything. It was as if she had given up on the people, the people who belonged to her.

A house of the dervish tribe.

Lisandro wore a sexy sleeveless dress in ice blue, outlining her graceful and sexy figure quite sexy. Her face was cold, her ice-blue eyes had a strange glow, and her bloodless cherry lips looked a little more seductive.

At this moment, she stood in front of the window of the house, looking out through the half-hidden door and window, with a cold smile on her face.

It's a beautiful atmosphere, suspicion and suspicion.

How long has it been since I saw this beautiful scene, 10,000 years, or 100,000 years.

For this day, I have put in so much effort and paid so much price. One day, I will fulfill my long-cherished wish to destroy the world and make this world repeat the Ice Age!

Lisandro raised her hands in the air, her face showing a little madness, and she looked up to the sky and let out a silent laugh.

You will fall into despair in remorse and die in fear.

Time passed slowly, although everyone had their own ideas and their own goals. But at this time, they have the same goal, the three clans are united!

As the time drew closer, the barbarians, the ascetic tribes, and the large and small tribes from the various tribes of Freljord gathered in the clan land of the Winterclaw tribe.

And just as the Winter Festival of the Winterclaw Tribe was about to begin, Mo Chen finally came to Freljord, to the legendary Alvarosa tribe.

Mo Chen stood in front of the Avarosa tribe, looking at the magnificent tribe in front of him, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Here, a new future will be ushered in!