Freljord is a matriarchal society, while War Mother is a special nickname and title.

The mother of foreign war must be good at fighting in order to resist foreign enemies competing for resources, and the mother of civil war needs to be gentle and tolerant like her mother in order to guide the development and growth of the tribe.

- Freljord Humanities and Social Structure: The War Mother

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The brutal environment taught the Stove Owners the skill of killing their enemies in the simplest way without wasting their physical strength, and the skirmish ended quickly, and with the appearance of Sejuani, the outcome was a foregone conclusion.

Aslan watched as Udil spread his hands; said: "If Sejuani is not strong, is she still Sejuani? ”

As if seeing the answer from Aslan's gaze, Udil turned around and clenched his right hand into a fist at him: "Get to know you, Udil, I've been paying attention to you for a long time!" ”

Aslan also stretched out his hand and introduced himself to the wild-looking beast spirit walker, "Aslan; I've been paying attention to you for a long time! ”

The two fists against each other, which is the greeting etiquette of the Freljord people.

"What's next?" Aslan asked, looking at Udir.

"Clean up the battlefield, collect loot, the blood and fat of these trolls can be made into the best wound medicine and grease." Udir patted Aslan on the shoulder first, "Every Freljord must learn to be thrifty, but I didn't think that you were an Ice Descendant, so let's talk while we walk?" ”

Aslan looked at Tonya, and Udir understood, "Just right, you can go with me to see the War Mother!" ”

The friendship and conflict of the Freljords came a little abruptly, but also very pure, Aslan and Tonya looked at each other, and the two followed behind Udir.

There was no longer a single standing troll in the arena, and as Aslan approached, he saw the Winterclaw War Mother with a cold gaze.

The battle just now seemed to make Sejuani's breathing a little unbalanced, and the warriors who had been signaled to go out hunting and returned were cleaning the scene.

Tonya reached out and pressed her hand on Sejuani's shoulder, the blue light in her hand flickering, and a simple "rejuvenating" shamanic spell dispelled the fatigue in her body.

Sejuani turned her head to look at Tonya, her gaze lingering on Aslan's face for a moment.

New energy entered her body, and she felt that she was relieved of her exhaustion, so she nodded gratefully to Tonya, "Thank you." ”

Aslan was also looking at Sejuani, looking at the legendary Wrath of the Northlands.

At this moment, this heroic mother-in-arms seems to be between a woman's most beautiful youth and mature charm.

The set of beautifully carved and felt-velvet half-body cold iron cast armor was close to the body, just right to outline the curve of her curved chest, it seemed that the female ice was not too afraid of the cold, there was no liner under her armor, and her hot snow-white waist was also exposed.

The high bridge of the nose makes the lines on her face look a little tough, and the sapphire-like eyes and snow-colored hair make her appear unique and proud.

The warriors of Winterclaw cheered as their Mother of War had once again led them to victory, and likewise they cast warm and friendly glances at Aslan and Tonya.

In the Northlands, the Iceborn, or a special male Iceborn, will always be the focus of attention in the eyes of the Freljords wherever they go.

Of course, the hot pigtailed northern girls are all looking at Aslan, accustomed to seeing raunchy and wild northern men, Aslan, a gentle and elegant ice descendant with an aristocratic temperament, gives them a little special feeling.

If it weren't for Tonya, or if he wanted to, his tent would have welcomed a lot of people tonight.

Of course, there are also those who look at Tonya.

However, the eyes of most of the girls who noticed her were also estimating the gap between the astonishing snow peak on her chest and herself.

A large breasted breast means that you can raise healthy enough offspring, which will give the girls an instinctive comparison with each other.

Udir was also secretly observing Aslan, and his intuition from the beast spirit told him that there was something special about the person in front of him.

"It's a blessing to have such a war mother!"

Seeing Udil looking at him, Aslan subconsciously praised Sejuani.

"Looks like you know our Winterclaws well?" Udir asked.

Aslan glanced at Sejuani, "Although the Mother of War of Winter's Claw has only been in power for a few years, she has already demonstrated her ability to lead Winterclaw, which was once the target of the surrounding tribes, to become the most majestic, swift, cruel, and most loyal and feared warrior tribe in the North. ”

"From Shurima in the south to the Frostguard Fortress in the north, from Demacia in the west to Ionia in the Far East, and even the martial Noxus, the Mother of War of the Winterclaw tribe, the Wrath of the Northland, is known to everyone, and no one knows it!"

The movements of the warriors of the surrounding Winterclaw tribe suddenly stopped, for many people, they didn't know Shurima, let alone Ionia, but Noxus they knew, after all, they had been to fight the autumn wind more than once.

"Are we so good?"

Seeing that the prestige of their clan had spread so far, the warriors of Winterclaw's hearts suddenly swelled a little inexplicably!

Sejuani took off her helmet and glanced at Aslan with cold eyes on her beautiful face, "You've been to a lot of places?" ”

"Yes, I've traveled a lot!" Aslan saluted with his palms together on his chest at Sejuani, "I've heard a lot of legends about the Claws of Winter and its powerful War Mother!" ”

Sejuani glanced at Tonya's body, and she felt a great threat in this woman, and once again fixed her gaze on Aslan's face.

Tonya wasn't dressed in her dress as a high-ranking priest of Lisandro, and Aslan was also a simple Freeljord, so the two of them were disguised.

Sejuani asked again, "Are you an Iceborn, a Freljord?" ”

"Yes and no!"

Sejuani looked at Aslan again, "And what are you doing in the hunting grounds of Winterclaw?" ”

"These two are the ones who have used the power of the Iceborn to help us fend off the trolls and keep us food for the winter, and we should show our proper generosity; War Mother! ”

Udil stepped forward and explained.

For him, he, the beast spirit shaman, is equivalent to the head of Winter's Claw, and the clans large and small are actually coordinated by him, and he feels that the origin of Tonya and Aslan is not simple, and before finding out the specific information, he feels that he should treat each other with courtesy.

Sejuani understood the subtle meaning of Udil's words.

These two people can use the power of the Iceborn, whether they are the Iceborn, they may be Freljord, they are powerful, or they are the ones who helped the Claws of Winter, and they may have a chance to become their own people of the tribe, so they need to be taken seriously.

"Winterclaw has always been generous to friends." Sejuani looked at Aslan, staring straight into his face, "What do you want?" ”

"The heart of the Troll King!" Tonya said from the sidelines, "My dear Aslan needs it for her own promotion ceremony?" ”

"Promotion ceremony?" As if thinking of something, Udil looked at Aslan: "The way you walked the dragon rage?" ”

"The Way of the Dragon's Fury?" Sejuani says this is the first time she's heard of the profession.

"Yes, to put it simply, this is an ancient profession, making dragon blood into a totem pattern and carving it on the body, and then using the dragon soul and blood qi to fight!"

"Yes!" Tonya nodded, "I didn't expect to meet a knowledgeable shaman in Winterclaw, and there are still people who know about this profession." ”

"What does it have to do with the heart of a troll?" Sejuani said she didn't understand.

"Blood rage, you need to control the blood, and the consumption of the body is very large, so you need a strong hematopoietic ability."

Udir entered the state of the old father again, and helped Sejuani spread his knowledge.

"Does this look strong?" Sejuani looked at Aslan with blazing eyes, "The heart is for you, and the blood of the trolls is also given to you, when the time comes, you need to have a good fight with me, and use this as a reward, how about it?" ”

Aslan and Tonya looked at each other, then nodded, "Yes! ”

Udir was a little helpless, he thought Aslan was good, and wanted to use these troll blood to talk to Aslan about some conditions, and by the way, he would win it over, but Sejuani's words made him swallow all the words back.

Seeing Aslan agree to fight with her, Sejuani felt relaxed for no reason, and she raised the flail in her hand, "Clean up the battlefield, store the prey, let's return and entertain the guests!" ”

"Yes!!"

The warriors of Winter's Claw agreed in unison, the strength of Aslan and Tonya is obvious to all, their war mother has been talking for so long, it seems that the tribe will add two more strong people, which means that they will have a huge advantage in future battles, with a larger hunting ground and hunting range, everyone is happy.

"Calm down!"

Although Sejuani's voice was not loud, it suddenly silenced the cheering crowd, and everyone stopped their excitement and began to gather up the battlefield.

With that done, Sejuani stepped onto her steel mane and reached out to Aslan.

"Forget it...... I don't like to talk nonsense, you've made me very satisfied, how about it, in the name of the Mother of Winter's Claws... Do you want to stay with me? ”

"It's finally dawned!"

Udir looked at Sejuani, at this battle maniac, and for some reason, the old father's sourness and bitterness welled up in his heart.

I know how to find a man.