Ali's Bizarre Adventure

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Ashe lowered her head, twirling the index fingers of both hands, like a child who made a mistake.

"me……"

Ashe pointed to the tile window, "It's from there."

Mingwa window is a very small window.

Mingwa is similar to glass, but it is not glass, but a translucent material ground from shells, which comes from nature.

"...Are you peeping?"

Ali asked.

"This…"

Ashe was a little overwhelmed. She never thought about peeping, but it seemed like she did.

It's nothing to do, the main thing is to be discovered.

"sorry."

Ashe apologized in a low voice, she only hoped that this matter would not spread in the tribe, "I just wanted to wake you up. I never thought...you would sleep without clothes."

"Wake us up?"

"Ah."

Ashe nodded.

The panic on her face gradually disappeared, and her expression became serious, with a hint of helplessness hidden in her brows and eyes.

"My mother said that tomorrow we will leave for the snow-capped mountains in the southwest."

Ashe sighed, "Although I know you may be tired, you have to get up and pack your things now. Everyone in the tribe will act together to ensure everyone's safety."

"Do tribes migrate?"

Ari frowned, she had just come from the southwest, and now she was going to go over the mountains again.

This is a headache.

However, Ari has heard that people living in cold regions will keep migrating according to the seasons.

Many tribes migrate south in summer.

As for the reason, of course it is for food. The temperature in the south is higher, and the fish in the sea are more active.

During this time, they can fish for short periods of time.

In the Freljord, there is nothing but food that is worth a Horde's adventure.

Tribal migration is not an easy task. Some people will die on the way over mountains and ridges.

This is still going well.

If it doesn't go well, encountering natural disasters, enemy tribes, ancient beasts, or getting lost on the way, it may lead to the demise of the entire tribe.

A tribe, on such a vast and dangerous land, is no different from a drop in the ocean, and if it is gone, it will be gone.

No one will care, and no one will show mercy.

Except themselves!

"Not a tribal migration."

Ashe had a complicated expression, "It's to find a throne of Avarosa that doesn't exist at all."

The Horde migrated to the southern border of the Freljord, which Ashe would have liked to see, at least they would come back with food.

Then the danger and sacrifice along the way will be worth it.

Many tribes do this.

But her mother, Glenna, didn't let the tribe take risks for food at all!

Every time Ashe thinks of this, she feels very uncomfortable.

Her mother was a brave and powerful war mother who has yet to lose a single battle.

Without her, this tribe would hardly have come to the present.

But Ashe felt more and more that her mother was going to bring the tribe to extinction.

"What is the Throne of Avarosa?"

Ali asked.

"Avarosa's golden hall, her palace, or her cemetery, it doesn't matter. My mother believes that there are endless treasures there, as long as you find it, you can make Avarosa rise again."

Ashe looked very helpless, "No one believes this kind of story about putting children to sleep except her. It turns out that my mother is also wrong. She has been looking for several summers, but there is no progress. The price is a year for the tribe. Weaker than a year."

"...a story about putting a child to sleep?"

Ahri murmured, and she remembered the scene of Samantha telling stories to the children by the campfire.

"Well, just a story."

Ashe said.

Ashe hated two words.

One is the story, which drives her mother into madness, the decline of the tribe.

One is fate, which made her shoulder a suffocating responsibility from the moment she was born...

And no matter the story or fate, she can't change it!

Chapter 313 Getting Ready to Go

The furnace owners of the Avarosa tribe are busy packing their things and preparing to leave the village where they settled - Weskar.

In the tribe, no one can disobey the orders of the war mother.

"Ash, these things... Do you want to take all of them away?"

Ari pointed at the quilt, tables and chairs.

"Take everything you can take away. You only need to take your important items. These quilts, food, tools and other things can be handed over to Aunt Heerno, and she will find Ernuk pulled."

Ashe thought for a while, "By the way, there is also food to be handed in. During the migration, the food must be planned and distributed by the tribe in a unified way, so as to minimize the number of people starving to death."

"ok, I get it."

Ari looked at the bag of food that was distributed to them yesterday, and it was about to be handed in before it was touched.

A little helpless.

If I had known earlier, I would have eaten more.

But Ari is not worried that she will starve to death, anyway, she is also of ice blood now.

In this environment, the ice blood has a natural advantage.

It is not difficult to survive.

"Ari, I'm going first, there are still some things in the tribe that need my help."

Ashe said.

"Ah."

Ali nodded.

Ai Xi turned around, her slender and beautiful back gradually faded away, she walked into the stove, helping them move things and hold their children.He comforted the furnace householder and told them that the throne of Avarosa must exist, and they would definitely find it.

Ashe knows that people need hope!

……

Ari tied up the folded quilt with hemp rope and carried it on his shoulders, intending to hand it over to the tribe.

"Little Fox."

A somewhat familiar voice sounded behind Ahri.

Ari turned around and saw Consul Norma, a strong woman with many beast teeth hanging on her body.

There are direwolves, wild boars, seals, and white deer antlers. Of course, the antlers are fixed on the hat.This makes her look a little strange, but the long antlers also give her a little more domineering.

Freljord people, love these things.

Using the teeth of beasts as accessories is not just for looking good, but also to show off their achievements.

As for bones and animal horns, these things will also make the best use of them. Bones can be ground into daggers, or sharpened spears, and of course they can also be made into bowls and accessories.The animal horns symbolize ferocity and bravery.

In the tribes of the Freljord, horns can be seen everywhere, on their heads, on the armor of their mounts, on sailboats, and wooden carts...

"Consul Norma, what can you do?"

Compared with hers, Ahri's voice was very soft and soft.

But also very sweet.

"Why are you wearing such little clothes? What about your previous clothes? They won't be robbed, right?"

Norma asked concerned.

"No... I was not robbed. I am a vastaya, a combination of animals and humans. So I am not so afraid of the cold."

Ari smiled, "My clothes have been handed over to the warehouse for those who need them more."

"...Can you really do this?"

Norma looked serious, "Don't be brave, you will die!"

"fine."

Ari pointed at Lilia, "Look at my partner, she has been wearing so little for more than ten days."

Norma stretched out her hand and touched Ahri's forehead.

She felt a scorching temperature, which was like the body temperature of an iceborn.

"This…"

Norma looked a little shocked.

She silently withdrew her hand, "Little Fox, you must be a very powerful race, right?"

"I don't know if it's strong or not."

Ari easily carried a few heavy quilts, "But we are very close to natural magic."

After obtaining the blood of ice, Ahri felt that not only was he not afraid of the cold, but also his physical strength, endurance, and physical strength had been improved to a certain extent.This improvement, although not very obvious, does exist.

It's a pity that the current ice bloodline is not as strong as the original one, and it cannot make people live forever.

It is also impossible to strengthen a person to the level of an ascender.

"Can you show me your magic?"

asked Norma.

When she said this, her eyes were full of reverence, and they respected those with magic very much.

Ari raised his right hand and spread his palm upwards.

A group of blazing flames appeared out of thin air above Ahri's palm, suspended in the air, shaking slightly.

Norma looked dull, and when she looked at Ari again, her eyes changed.

"Little fox, what's your name and your partner's name?"

Norma stretched out her hand, picked up the quilt that Ahri was carrying on her shoulders, and clamped it to her sides.

"My name is Ari, and her name is Lilia."

Ali replied.