LOL: In order to survive, I tricked Lissandra at the beginning

At night, Kuchar.

This is the Ibrato village of Luhu.

But with a big fire and the invasion from the Claw of Winter, this place has become a ruin.

The people here lost their homes and were accepted by Ashe and became Avarosans.

At this moment, on the empty snowy land of the ruins.

Dozens of people are sitting around a campfire.

A big black pot is placed on the campfire, which is filled with fresh and fragrant meat soup.

Aidil filled two bowls of hot soup with meat chunks and sat down in front of Ashe.

"Ashi, where are we going next?"

"Are you really going to take dozens of us to survive in the ice sea?"

Although he has seen Ashe's strength, Aidil's heart is uncertain when he thinks of the bear people who control the storm and the giant predators in the abyss of the ice sea.

Although the ice sea has rich hunting resources, the relationship between prey and hunter is constantly changing.

"Do you have any ideas?"

Ashe took a sip of soup and turned to ask the other party.

Even though she is now called the War Mother, she is still willing to discuss everything with Aidil.

Aidil pondered for a moment. He knew that in the future, Ashe would establish a tribal alliance dominated by Avarosa in Rakstak in the south.

In this case, there would be no problem going there.

So, he said tentatively: "Why don't we go to Lakstak?"

"Lakstak? The pilgrimage site with the statue of Avarosa?"

Aidil nodded and said: "Yes, there should be many tribes that believe in Avarosa there. We may be able to go there to gather them or form an alliance with them."

"You have the Holy Bow of Avarosa in your hand. As long as you show enough power, those people will definitely depend on you."

Ashe looked at the True Ice Longbow beside her, and after a long time she decided: "Okay! Let's go there."

"Okay, then I'll tell Zula and the others to get ready, and we'll set off at dawn."

"Yeah."

Aidil drank the broth in the bowl in one gulp, and he almost choked because of the hasty eating.

Cough! Cough!

"Slow down, we're not in a hurry."

Ashe quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hand, and gently patted the other person's back with one hand.

"I'm fine."

After catching his breath, Aidil smiled and gestured.

Then he stood up and walked towards the Ibrato people who had just joined.

He found a middle-aged man with a slightly old face.

"Zula, Ashe War Mother has spoken. After you finish your meal, pack up what you need to pack. We will migrate to the south at dawn."

"Okay, I'll arrange for the tribesmen to prepare."

Zula Battle Axe is the representative of this group of Ibrato people.

In order to facilitate management, Aidil arranged for him to notify anything.

So, the crowd soon became agitated.

Except for some children, everyone began to pack up the supplies they needed to take away.

The migration of a tribe is not just the movement of people.

It is also necessary to bring various iron ores and wood for building houses, as well as tools for cooking and repelling insects on the road.

When the night in the east ushered in the first rays of the sun.

Ashe led dozens of newly joined tribesmen to the southern mountains.

...

"How much food do we have left?"

Ashe asked Aidil beside her.

"Not much. The surplus food we saved before has been almost consumed. We can only survive tonight at most."

It has been several days since they left Kuchar.

Although they encountered some lone beasts on the road, they were just a drop in the bucket for these dozens of people.

Now they are facing the dilemma of food shortage again.

The faces of the tribesmen behind them are getting thinner at a visible speed.

This made Ashe, who became a war mother for the first time, feel her naivety for the first time.

Ashe stopped and took off the True Ice Longbow behind her.

She pointed the bow at the distant sky and sang softly:

"Avarosa! Please guide me to find prey and save my people from hunger tonight."

The magic power gathered on the bowstring, but it did not condense into an ice crystal arrow.

Instead, it seemed to have become a flowing life form.

At the moment of leaving the bowstring, the magic power turned into a blue bird flying towards the distant horizon.

After doing all this, Ashe stood there motionless, just closing her eyes tightly, as if sensing something.

Aidier beside her did not disturb her, he understood the meaning of Ashe's behavior.

Eagle strikes the sky!

A unique reconnaissance magic for Ashe.

The bird soared three kilometers in the air and suddenlySuddenly it exploded into ice chips.

Ashe slowly opened her eyes, without any joy.

Obviously, she did not see any useful information.

Until she used the reconnaissance magic again to detect in the east and west directions.

Her face changed.

"There is a village in the southeast, which is not large, and there are probably only a few hundred people."

"That's a good thing, let's go there to rest tonight."

Aidil's face showed a hint of joy.

After all, no one wants to live in a simple tent without a stove at night.

"Of course we have to go, and we have to rush there immediately." Ashe said solemnly.

Aidil also noticed something wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"I saw the figure of a troll on the mountains not far from the village."

"We must rush over immediately and notify the people in that village to prepare to resist the troll."

"Troll..."

Aidil's lips moved, and a tall and ugly figure appeared in his mind.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

...

The Snowthorn Tribe was built in a basin surrounded by mountains.

The tribe was not too big, with a population of nearly 800 people.

The leader of the tribe was a man of ice blood.

At this time, the tribe was holding a banquet to welcome a guest.

"Mr. Bron, I welcome you on behalf of the Snowthorn Tribe."

The leader of the Snowthorn Tribe was a sturdy and burly woman.

She held up a wine glass and looked at the bald man in front of her with enthusiasm, with a fiery look in her eyes.

The man was as sturdy as a bear, and his muscles bulged like granite, with blue stripes engraved on it.

He also carried a shield as tall as a person behind him.

On the front of the shield was a stone sculpture of a goat's head, with the brows and eyes emitting blue light like sapphires, looking vivid.

"Warmother Sherman, Braum would like to thank you for taking me in. I toast you."

Braum held a full glass and drank it all.

"Hahaha! The most famous hero of Freljord is willing to stay in my tribe for a night. It is an honor for my tribe."

"You don't know how many children in my tribe grew up listening to your stories. They all admire you very much and have long wanted to meet you, a legendary figure."

Warmother Sherman returned the toast and was full of praise for Braum's heroic legend on the snowfield.

She stood on the high platform in the center of the banquet and shouted loudly to her people:

"Come on, compatriots! Let's toast to the hero of Freljord."