Zhen Bing; Natural, never-melting, and extremely rare, only the warriors of the Ice Blood can endure the bone-chilling cold of the Ice and use it on the battlefield, and some of the special bloodlines are completely unaffected by the side effects of the Ice Blood.

- Freeljord Relics: Zhen Bing

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In both rooms of the longhouse, the conversations of the parties are unknown.

For her part, Sejuani felt that she was a good commander, but not a good administrator, and she knew that raiding alone would not satisfy the growing needs of her tribe.

This monotonous approach not only limits the development of the tribe, but the harsh climate makes the living environment extremely harsh, and the three Freljord sisters, who currently seem to be the most unsatisfactory in her tribe, are eager to change, and she must try to make a breakthrough, or change the status quo.

This is the test of survival, and she has to face up to the current situation.

If, as Aslan had said, Winterclaw could get food in other ways, and the warriors didn't have to make unnecessary sacrifices or compete with the bears for the hunting grounds, of course, there was a little bit in her heart that she didn't want to lose to Ash, or rather, she didn't have a choice.

In the room, Sejuani and Udir; and his priests and shamans discussing the feasibility of Aslan's proposal.

If there is enough food and equipment, and a stable supply of supplies, Winterclaw can free his hands and feet to make some bold attempts, and no longer need to look at other people's faces, nor do they need to eat while watching the sky.

Sejuani looked at Udir, at the vowed father who had been tutoring her since she was a child, and asked, "What do you think?" ”

"We should try to make a change, although this is challenging the tradition of Freljord, but compared to tradition and ancient ways, as a war mother, you should see something deeper."

Udir's words caused the shamans to look at him, and Sejuani to look at him.

Unflinching in the face of Sejuani's scrutiny, Udir said, "A unified Freljord is the common hope of all the Freljords, as the southerner said, as the Mother of War, you must choose between your own honor and the survival of your tribe. ”

"People believe in Ash, so the main reason for choosing Ash is that she brings warmth and satiation to the people of the South, and what about our Winter Claws, after a long life of plundering, even we ourselves can't guarantee where the next meal will be sufficient, and the food is not enough, how can we ensure that our warriors have enough combat effectiveness, and our warriors have no combat effectiveness, how can we compete for the orthodox authority of Freljord?"

The shamans in the longhouse looked at Udir in amazement as if they had seen him for the first time.

"What do you mean, Udir?"

Udir's outspokenness, as well as the phrase "fighting for the orthodox authority of Freljord", directly pointed to Sejuani's death hole, no matter what, as the reincarnation of Serilda, she definitely did not want to lose to her robed sister Ash.

No; She didn't want to lose to anyone.

"But can that outlander be trusted?" A shaman asked.

"It's easy to do, it's Freljord." Udir thought of Tonya, and then he looked at Sejuani, "I have a suggestion. ”

...

In another room, drinking warm chalan milk tea, Aslan is also explaining the so-called economic problems to Tonya.

"I need an obedient warband, and the warriors of Winterclaw are a good choice, once my cooperation with Winterclaw deepens, I use the huge material and economic advantages to slowly influence all aspects of their lives, providing weapons and food to help them expand their size, and they give back to my warriors and warband, as the influence of both sides deepens, or once the settlement of Winterclaw grows larger, the warriors get used to bread, ale, beautiful clothes, and a warm life, They will become more and more inseparable from the supply of external materials. ”

Tonya paused, then nodded, "Especially food, which is the lifeblood in the snowfield. ”

"Yes, a stable settlement, or city, needs a very large amount of food storage and daily consumption, as the scale of the Claw of Winter grows larger, there must be more and more food needed, but Freljord does not produce food, so they can only rely on circulation from the outside world, and this circulation, there can be a lot of articles inside."

Aslan explains to Tonya the so-called trade problem.

As he spoke, Aslan had already poured several large cups of milk tea, and the two of them had not eaten cooked food for a long time since they came down from the holy mountain of the Frostguard Fortress, and now they had a warm room and food, and he feasted on it regardless of his image.

"Knock knock knock -

Halfway through eating, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Aslan put down the food in his hand and looked at a girl with Winterclaws who pushed the door open and walked in.

"Please come with me, the War Mother is waiting for you in the sacrificial hall!"

Aslan looked at Tonya.

Tonya glanced at Aslan with a smile on her face, "Invited by the war mother, what do you think I do?" ”

"The War Mother said, if you want, you can also be together." The girl who walked in glanced at Tonya.

Tonya's eyes flickered, as if she had thought of something, "No, I might just be in passing." Then she looked at Aslan with a coquettish smile and pulled him up from the animal skin bench, you go quickly, don't let people wait.

"What do you mean?" Aslan hurriedly poured a sip of milk tea, and found that Tonya had pushed her out of the room, he looked at the girl standing at the door of the room, "Where is your war mother?" ”

"You can call me Zaya." The girl who called herself Zaya pointed in the other direction of the longhouse, "There is a holy spring there, the holiest place in our Winterclaws, as an ice descendant, a soak can strengthen your physical fitness!" ”

Aslanch said, "And such a good place? Then he looked at Zaya again, trying to find out some information, "Since it's a holy spring, it's not something that anyone can enter, right?" ”

"Zaya doesn't know, but this is the order of the War Mother."

Aslan was even more puzzled.

As if seeing the confusion on Aslan's face, Zaya led the way, "You don't have to worry, you are a friend of the Winter Claw War Mother, as for why the War Mother calls you, I think you will understand!" ”

With doubts, Aslan followed Zaya all the way forward, and the number of furnace guards encountered on the road gradually decreased, and after walking dozens of steps, he came to a foggy room.

"When I arrived, the War Mother was inside." When Zaya had finished speaking to Aslan, she withdrew, leaving him standing alone.

There was a thin sound of water coming from the room, and Aslan followed the sound to find Sejuani sitting upright in the pool.

"You're here!" With her back to Aslan, Sejuani didn't look at him, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!" ”

Aslan, thinking about it, walked into the room.

Tonya sat in the middle of the room, holding the sigil in her hand, her eyes gradually replaced by blue as the incantation was chanted, and a faint ice mist gradually rose in the room in the image of Lisandro, she knelt down on one knee and raised her hand as if to greet something.

"The witch queen is above, bow to the holy ......"

Some of Lisandro's soul shadows pursed the corners of her mouth, and the soul shadows slowly merged into Tonya's body.

From now on, she is Tonya, and Tonya is her.