LOL: The days of cultivating immortals in Rune Continent

Chapter 127 Winter's Wrath

"Sangya, prepare the firewood for the winter in advance. The weather will get cold again in a few days."

In a small village covered with snow and mountains, a woman in a thick fur coat raised her hand and blew a breath into her palm. Then tiny ice beads fell into her hand. She squeezed it gently and felt a little cold, which made her face look sad.

"Okay mother, I'll go right away." In the house made of stones and wooden piles, a little head suddenly popped out. She was wearing a cotton-padded coat that did not fit her body shape, and she ran out jumping.

When he reached his mother, Sanya stood on tiptoe and handed her the food.

Half of the frozen fish was hard enough to be a rock, and it was stained with saliva. It seemed that Sanya had just been eating this piece of frozen fish.

"Mother, I'm full, please eat something."

Sanya's mother hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take the food, put it in her mouth in front of Sanya, and chewed it hard.

Seeing this, Sanya ran away happily.

Watching Sanya running out of the village, Malode sighed and put the food in her shirt pocket. She lowered her head and began to prepare food for the tribe to survive the winter this year.

Storing food is what Mallord has to do every winter in Freljord, and when he blew air into his palms just now, he was feeling the temperature.

In recent years, the winter in the Freljord has come more and more suddenly, but the small village of Kotal has not yet prepared food for the winter.

This is a very dangerous thing, because every winter, many people die in Freljord, and even the powerful Iceborn warriors will die in the winter due to lack of fat and calories.

Although they have ice blood and are not afraid of the cold, the result will be the same if they have no food.

Because the winter in the Freljord is very fair, it treats children, adults, and warriors equally, so if you don't pay attention to the weather, the consequences will be unbearable.

Therefore, Mallord was dealing with the food with great concern. She was calculating whether the food could allow the people in her tribe to survive the winter safely.

If that doesn't work, Mallord will have no choice but to make some sacrifices.

That is a very cruel thing, but it is something that must be done in order to survive, because if food is not distributed properly, the Hebing Tribe will only suffer even more.

The village where Malod lives is home to a very small clan called the Hebing Clan.

Malod is the leader of this tribe. The entire clan has only a dozen warriors, more than twenty children, and dozens of ordinary people who have no fighting power.

This is simply incomparable to the powerful clans around.

But fortunately, the extreme environment made food scarce, so no one came to attack her clan. Is this a blessing in disguise?

Thinking of this, Mallord's ears suddenly moved.

The War Mother is the one who commands and leads the clan. Therefore, the War Mother is often the most powerful person in the tribe. Therefore, although she is a woman, Sanya's mother is the most powerful warrior in the tribe.

Her five senses are far superior to those of ordinary people. Just like now, she heard tiny sounds, and then... those sounds kept getting louder.

"Damn it!"

Throwing away the frozen fish in his hand, Mallord picked up the axe beside him and ran out of the village.

The people of the Hebing tribe noticed Mallord's behavior, and they all took up their weapons and rushed out with Mallord.

Then, all the people from the Hebing clan who rushed out were stunned.

Because outside the village, at some point, a group of people riding on direwolves and wild boars had surrounded them. Among them were many warriors with bare upper bodies, and the women wore very little, only covering the key parts of their bodies.

They formed a circle and surrounded the War Mother and the future Little War Mother of the Hebing Clan. The mounts under their crotches were all extremely ferocious beasts.

The war mother Mallord was holding an axe, standing in front of Sanya, confronting the group of people who suddenly came to the village of Kotal.

"We are the Hebing Clan, who are you?" Malode swallowed. Even though she was the war mother of the Hebing Clan and the most powerful warrior in the tribe, she felt frightened at this moment.

Because of the group of guys who appeared in front of Mallord at this moment.
It's the Iceborn!
The only people who can wear only these clothes and carry powerful weapons in the Freljord winter can only be the Iceborn. The Iceborn are often born from powerful tribes, such as the Blood River Clan, the Gudar Clan, the Icefield Clan, and the most dangerous of this generation, the Winter Claw, which took only a few years to conquer all the surrounding clans and has become the most dangerous tribe in the Freljord.

Looking at the leading girl, who looked young, no more than fourteen years old, Mallord noticed the mount under her crotch, which was a Juvask boar. This mount made it hard for Mallord not to think of the clan that had risen in recent years, and the woman who was hailed as the incarnation of the legend - Sejuani.

"The Hebing Clan? I've never heard of it."

In front of Mallord, a woman riding on a tall wild boar spoke. She was wearing light leather armor and had two ponytails. Her face was covered with dark green lines that might have been charcoal ash or plant juice.

Beside her, a man riding a wolf said, "Momm, there's no need to waste time talking to them. The order from the War Mother is to subdue the surrounding clans. We have to return to Yadusk before this winter and migrate with the tribe. We don't have time to waste. If we are late, the War Mother will be angry."

"I know. It's been a long time since I've seen such a weak clan." The woman named Mumu laughed, then she pulled out the weapon behind her, a weapon that was extremely disproportionate to her body size, a huge mace stained with pieces of meat and large amounts of blood.

All these signs indicate that her weapon is not just a decoration.

"Hey, surrender to the Winter Claw, or die." Mumu pointed his weapon at Mallord and said.

"You do this, Avarosa, Avarosa will."

"Shut up!" Mumu shouted angrily, and the huge Juvask boar under her crotch also roared.

The fishy smell hit Mallord's face, causing her hand holding the weapon to tremble, but behind her, Sanya hugged her legs tightly, which gave Mallord courage again.

"Submit to Winter's Claw. Can we survive this winter? I am the War Mother of the River Ice Clan. There are fourteen warriors in my tribe. Although we are not as powerful as you, we are willing to sacrifice our lives for Winter's Claw. We are brave warriors, as long as... you can protect them." Mallord clenched his weapon, looked at the girl sitting on the Juvask boar, and said in a deep voice.

"You are very brave. You are much braver than the leader of the tribe I visited before." Mumu laughed. She waved her weapon, and the mace raised an icy wind. She put the weapon on the Juvask boar. She got off the boar, walked to Mallord and put her hands on her hips.

"But I can't guarantee that all members of your tribe can survive this winter, because we are also short of food. But what I can assure you is that following us is at least much better than waiting to die here."

"Your clan simply can't survive in a place like this, right? The food around here is getting less and less, and you lack food sources. You'll just die if you stay here," Mum said to Mallord.

Mallord was silent.

Mumu's words hit the nail on the head. Just as she said, if the Hebing Clan continues to stay here, they will eventually die out naturally.

The lack of food made it impossible for the clan's children to grow up normally. The number of births in the clan was decreasing every year. Even if there were no external enemies, within thirty years, the Hebing clan would be reduced from a clan of more than a hundred people to only a dozen people, and then naturally die out.

Freljord is a world where the strong prey on the weak. The weak are not worthy of speaking, and cannot make a sound.

Just as the Glacier Clan could not occupy the surrounding food sources, this generation was not without food. If they walked westward, there was a river there with fish to catch in the glacier. However, that place had already been occupied by a powerful clan, and the Glacier Clan had no way of competing with them.

But joining the Winter's Claw?
Mallord hesitated.

She wanted to join the Avarosa tribe, but she never got the chance, nor could she convince the people in the tribe to migrate to their hometown to find Avarosa.

And now, the River Ice Clan has waited for the Claw of Winter.

"I'll only give you ten seconds. After ten seconds, you have to give me an answer. I don't have time to waste with you. Winter is coming soon, and we need to prepare a lot of food to take back." Seeing Mallord's silence, Mum frowned and said in a cold voice.

Then she began to count down.

One sound after another was like a hammer hitting Mallord's chest.

Sanya's trembling hands behind him made it impossible for Mallord to concentrate on thinking. Finally, when Mum counted to three, Mallord knelt down.

"The River Ice Clan is willing to join the Winter Claw."

"That's right." Mumu smiled, and a girlish expression appeared on her pretty face.

"I'll give you two hours. Pack up your things and follow us." Mumu said again.

More than ten days later, after crossing one mountain after another, Mallord followed the Winter Claw and came to an abandoned valley.

The frozen lake made Mallord's eyes shine. Walking on the lake, Mallord looked at the frozen lake bottom, thinking about how many fish he could catch after breaking the ice. Beside her, Sanya followed her closely. "We are here, Mallord. I will take you to see your new war mother later. Remember to be respectful. Although the war mother is young, she is stronger than everyone else. You must respect her. Do you understand?" In front, Mumu stopped because a group of people had come out of the valley. They were wearing special helmets. This kind of helmet is standardized and easy to distinguish.

"I understand." Mallord nodded.

Of course she understood that although Sejuani was not very old, no one in Freljord dared to look down on her.

After all, the Winter Claw had gone from being a clan that was bullied, plundered and exploited to a feared clan that had wiped out countless tribes. All of this was because of her.

Sejuani.

A woman who brought the Winter Claw together in just a few years.

After arriving at the clan base of Winter Claw, Mallord's River Ice Clan was separated. Although he was a little worried, Mumu's behavior along the way made Mallord feel more at ease.

The Winter Claw is indeed very cruel, but it has an inexplicable warmth towards the people of its own clan.

On the way, Mumu slowed down and she also brought the elders of the Hebing clan with her.

It's a shame. Mallord originally wanted to leave the old man there and let him die.
Because they have no productivity and fighting power, they can only serve as useless people who consume food. Eliminating useless people is something every clan does, but Mumu took them with her.

Therefore, Mallord felt that his choice might not be a mistake.

"Mom, I want to go to the toilet." At this moment, Sanya grabbed Mallord's calf, pulled her pants, and said softly.

Mallord looked at her, squatted down and whispered, "Don't run too far."

"Okay." Sanya said immediately.

After saying that, she trotted out and prepared to find a secluded place to relieve herself.

Mallord also followed the large group and officially entered the valley. It was a basin. At the bottom, Mallord saw many people who were building houses.

Mumu stood beside her and explained, "Every year we come here from all over to rebuild our homes and spend the winter together. The winter in Freljord is not convenient for us to move around."

"I understand," Mallord said.

"By the way, where is little Sanya?" Mumu asked.

"She went to the bathroom."

"Going alone? Hey, why are you suddenly so confident in us?" Mumu asked with a smile.

"Because we are a clan now," Mallord said.

Mumu was stunned for a moment, then she laughed and said loudly: "Yes, we are a clan, we are all Winter Claws, so let us work hard and survive this winter together."

“This is not a place for children to come.”

Just as Sanya found a place and was about to take off her pants, she heard a cold female voice calling her.

She was so scared that she turned around quickly and saw a tall figure walking towards her. He was wearing armor and a helmet with a corner missing. What was surprising was that the corner of the helmet was blue, like... an ice cube?
"I, I, I, sorry, I just came to the bathroom." Sanya explained nervously.

The woman frowned and asked, "I haven't seen you before. Where are you from?"

"The Hebing clan came with Master Mumu."

"The Hebing clan?"

As the woman came closer, Sanya saw her face clearly.

She has pure white hair, a pair of narrow eyes that are pure blue like ice, thin lips, a straight nose, and a heroic face. You can tell at first glance that this is a woman who will be very powerful.

Her aura made Sanya tremble a little.

But what made Sanya feel strange was that she always felt that the woman's face was a little pale, an unhealthy pale, exactly the same as Sanya's.

Didn't she eat well?

"I haven't heard of it, but from today on, you are a member of the Winter Claw. There is no longer any River Ice Clan. Do you understand?" the woman said to Sanya.

"Yes, I am from the Winter Claw." Sanya said quickly.

Then, she showed a pleading expression and whispered, "Well, sir, I want to go to the toilet, can you?"

"." The woman was stunned, then turned her back.

"Are you going to stand here?"

"Who told you that you can go to the toilet in the wild by yourself at your age? Your mother, or the elders in the clan?" The woman didn't turn around, but she didn't leave either. She stood there and continued, "I won't peek at you."

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Sanya hesitated for a moment, and finally, couldn't help but take off his pants.

In the quiet environment, the sizzling sound made Sangya blush, and she couldn't help but look up and peek ahead, and saw the woman standing up silently. She was actually not strong and was thin, but for some reason, Sangya felt that she blocked the cold wind.

"Ok?"

"Okay, sir." Sanya said quickly.

The woman turned around and looked at Sanya who was walking towards her with a blushing face. Then she reached out and touched Sanya's face.

Sangya was stunned and felt that the hand was very rough and the fingertips were full of calluses. Then, she couldn't help but look at the woman's hand.

The hand was covered with tiny wounds.

"Go back, don't leave for too long. There will be a banquet later. You can eat as much as you want today, but after today, you will be hungry." The woman said softly.

Sanya nodded, "What about you?"

"Me? Of course I will be at the party. Without me, the party can't be held." The woman said lightly.

"Okay, I don't like talking to children, let's go." Seeing Sangya hesitate, the woman said loudly.

Sanya paused, nodded and ran away, but when he could no longer see the woman, Sanya couldn't help but ask, "Sir, can I know your name? Thank you for protecting me."

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"Sejuani."

"Your war mother." said the figure from behind.

Sanya was stunned.

　Regarding Pig Girl’s character, I thought about it and felt that she is indeed a cruel and cold person to the outside world, but to her heart, she is definitely a warm person.

　　Because in the previous cg, when Sejuani and Olaf went to fight Volibear, it could be seen when they were stealing food.

　　She was also malnourished, with dull hair and pale face, but Sejuani was the war mother of the tribe. Winter Claw was at least one of the top three clans in Freljord at that time. Could Sejuani be starving because there was no food? Of course, food was scarce, but the war mother had to eat, so she would squeeze out food for Sejuani. So it is very likely that Sejuani took the initiative to give up the food to the elderly and children.

　　So I personally have a very high liking for Sejuani.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)