The disappearance of the three Sejuani did not attract anyone's attention. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The day before the wedding, they reappeared in everyone's field of vision.

It's just that few people notice that Sejuani has become more cold and ruthless!

Of course, people still noticed one thing, that is, Sejuani's head was full of green silk, and I don't know when it turned gray. And the most surprising thing is that Zhuang Senni, who has always liked to use chain hammers as a weapon, actually carried a longbow on her back.

The arched foot is tall, and the whole body is as crystal as snow, as if it was made of ice.

Everyone didn't know if it was an illusion, but they felt that just by looking at the bow, an indescribable chill rose from their hearts.

Since the return of the three of them, time has passed quickly, and when the sun once again hangs in the sky, the Winter Claw Tribe is full of noise.

The Claws of Winter's Tribe, the leader of the Great Tent.

Sejuani was dressed in the traditional dress of the tribe, a gray beast skin armor that only enveloped the twin peaks, and a short skirt that barely covered her hips. She sat quietly in front of a low desk, stroking the Frost Bow on it, her eyes a little more dazed and solemn.

Polar goddess, the legendary goddess!

Sejuani stroked the Frost Bow, remembering what she had seen in the stone mound, her eyes flashing with a chill. She stared at the Frost Bow in her hand, her heroic face became a little colder, and she said in a deep voice: "You, you can only choose to surrender to the strong!" ”

The Frost Bow seemed to understand Sejuani's words, and its bow trembled slightly, making a humming sound as if to refute her words.

Sejuani's face was gloomy, her large hands clenching the Frost Bow tightly, and a terrible chill welled up over her body.

Under Sejuani's suppression, the Frost Bow gradually ceased to vibrate, as if it had surrendered to the other party. It's just that Sejuani understands that there is still a long way to go before she can truly recover the Frost Bow.

After all, this is the Polar Goddess's divine weapon!

Sejuani sighed with her eyes closed, and stood up and walked out of the tent.

The wedding reception is scheduled for the evening, and time is running out.

Meanwhile, in another tent of the Winterclaw Tribe, Lisandro lay lazily on a bearskin bed, her cold face full of satisfied smiles.

She played with her hair, her ice-blue eyes as if she had traveled through time and space, seeing the secrets hidden beneath Freljord.

There, it's called the Crying Abyss!

My people, the great Ice Bloodline will rise again, and all glory will go to the Overseers!

Thinking of this, the corners of Lisandro's mouth outlined a bewildering smile.

Sejuani, you have the blood of the Iceborn in your body, and you are destined to be my pawn. Alvarossa, you slut has been dead for millions of years, do you want to use a bullshit artifact to prevent the return of the watchers?

Naïve woman, I will use your artifact to destroy this land you love, and let the light of the watcher shine on the entire Valoran continent!

Lisandro stood up, her tall and graceful body with a terrifying chill, and even time and space seemed to be sealed and suppressed in that terrible cold.

She walked slowly to the door, looking at the noisy and joyful Winter Claw tribe outside, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

Everything is going according to plan.

The only thing that needs to be done now is to wait for the prey to arrive on its own. Lord of the East Earth, what a funny little one, you will be a sacrifice for the return of the watcher!

Lisandro felt the frosty smell in the air, and slowly closed her eyes with a face full of intoxication.

When the Frost Bow was born, it was already doomed to the return of the Overwatch!

No one can stop it, and no one can stop it, the watchers who once ravaged Valoran will once again prove their power to the world, turning the world into a terrible winter realm.

Time, in the expectation of everyone, has finally reached the most exciting moment.

The wedding of Tedamir, the king of the barbarians, and Sejuani, the leader of the Claws of Winter, officially began in the clan land of the Claws of Winter. The people of the Winterclaw tribe celebrated this beautiful and memorable day with a rough and ancient dance around a huge fire.

Although the Winterclaw Tribe is one of the three most powerful tribes in Freljord, all of them together have a population of less than a million.

And this million people have already put the Winterclaw tribe under heavy pressure. Every day, someone may die of hunger and cold, and every day, someone may be unable to endure the torture of hunger and disappear into the terrible cold winter.

But today, this day is worth celebrating.

All of the Winterclaw tribesmen have been given the right to eat with an open mind, and that's one of the reasons for everyone to be reveling.

Being able to eat enough is, in many parts of Valoran, nothing at all. But for Freljord, who has very little land to grow food, hunger is predestined from the moment he is born and will accompany him for the rest of his life.

Until, when no one found him, he died tragically in the wasteland!

In the middle of the Winter's Claws tribe, in front of an ancient altar.

"That's the Barbarian King Tedamir, so strong."

"Yes, I heard that Taidamir has the blood of the Divine Mansion and is the most powerful king of the barbarians."

"It's great, I didn't expect that we would have the hope of seeing Freljord unify in our lifetime."

"Yes, after the marriage of the leader of Sejuani to the Barbarian King, who else is our opponent in this Freljord. The Great Wizard was right when he said it, Sejuani was the hero who could lead the Winterclaw Tribe to unite Freljord. ”

"Hey, it's a pity that the Great Wizard himself can't see that day."

"Look, they're coming."

Amid the discussion of the crowd, a car driven by a white bear in the snow of Freljord slowly came from the depths of the tribe. On the frame, Sejuani was dressed in a traditional battle suit, standing with Tedamir, who was also wearing a battle suit, and suddenly looked like a golden boy and a girl.

The two of them have the same cold and fierce temperament, which makes people tremble just by looking at them.

"King, Queen Sejuani!"

"The Great King, the Barbarian King Tedamir."

In the crowd, the people of the Winterclaw tribe cheered loudly, and the envoys of the barbarians looked at the barbarian king with the same fanatical faces, and let out sincere and excited cheers.

For a moment, the cheers of the Winterclaw tribe were like a tidal wave, surging towards the heavens and the earth, as if they were about to sweep the entire land of Freljord.

At the same time, on the high mountains outside the Claw of Winter's Tribe, there were two more figures at some point.

Ai looked at Mo Chen beside him and said in a low voice, "What should we do now?" ”

With a smile on his face, Mo Chen said flatly: "Of course, I walked in directly!" ”