Ali's Bizarre Adventure

"Ash, let's play."

Ari picked up Lilia, "I'll take her to bed first, see you tomorrow... when we leave..."

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ps: The scene of a drunk woman is more common in sadomasochism films of the 80s and 70s, and there are decadent, lost, and broken Showa girls in the [-]s...

Chapter 315 For the Horde!

The next day, early morning.

Lilia woke up rubbing her drowsy head, her clothes were extremely messy, and her body was sore and sore.

There was a strange smell in the house.

Lilia understood something.

She glanced at Ari who was still soundly asleep, and sighed helplessly, "Sure enough, it's like this again."

Lilia put down the blouse that had been pulled up to her shoulders little by little.

"... Ahri is getting more and more excessive."

Lilia stood up with difficulty, her body was sweating a lot, wet and sticky.

She had no choice but to wash her dirty body first.

With a heavy head, she couldn't remember what happened last night at all, but she could feel it and guess it.

She knew exactly what kind of fox Ah Li was.

After cleaning her body, Lilia became more conscious. She walked to the bed and patted Ahri's buttocks.

"Get up, Shirley Fox."

Lilia said.

"Well…"

Ari opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at Lilia who had just taken a shower, "You were great yesterday."

"...is... is it?"

Lilia was still very angry at first, but when she heard Ari praise herself, she had to lower her head shyly.

It's hard to be angry or something.

……

Wescar village center.

Furnace and Iceborn have assembled, and the banquet last night has made people full of energy now.

Glenna stood on a boulder.

She stared at her tribe, her majestic eyes swept over familiar faces, she held a pure ice spear in her hand, and a pure ice battle ax hung on her waist. She was not only the leader, but also the most powerful person in the tribe. mighty warrior.

Under the boulder, in front of the formation, stood Heerno, Ashe, Marukolo, and five strong men.They are the commander in charge of Furnace, the daughter of Glenna, the Frost Priest, and the five blood alliances of Warmother Glenna.

"Clan people, our tribe is now in a state of desperation, and the cold and enemies can swallow us at any time. But we will never surrender! Avarosa will rise again eventually, and we will make other tribes feel fear and trembling!"

Glenna's rough voice was accompanied by the bitter cold wind, "This time, we will definitely find the throne of Avarosa. I will let everyone live a stable life, without freezing to death in the ice and snow, without starving in the middle of the night." sleep, we will have enough food to raise all the children and give the old and the wounded a good death. For Avarosa, for the Horde, we must succeed!"

The furnace households looked solemn, they stared at their war mother, and they also stared at the beautiful vision in her heart.

Everyone is looking forward to this day.

"Onn, the God of Fire, please grant us wisdom so that we can see the road ahead in the snowstorm. Volibear, the God of Thunder, please grant us courage, let us have your wildness and not be afraid of hardships and dangers. The God of Ice and Snow God Avinia, please grant us the longevity of the tribe, let us prosper and live forever."

Glenna closed her eyes and prayed, her heart was extremely pious.

She knew that they had bet everything this time, and this summer was their only hope.

When winter comes, their tribe may perish.

But there is still a while!

"set off!"

……

The tribe marched forward in a mighty way, with the Iceborn leading the way, and Fudo slowly following behind the team.

The population of the Avarosa tribe is not large.

Eight or nine thousand people.

Compared with the vast and boundless Freljord, this is so small that it cannot be small.Glenna led them into the boundless snow and ice. They were like a group of ants crawling in the desert.

The first day's journey passed quickly, and they only advanced more than 20 miles.Quite a number of stove householders already had chilblains on their legs, and each foot was sunk in the snow. The cold quietly took away their consciousness.

The furnace owners dragged their tired bodies and pitched their tents.

Lilia carried dry firewood and gave it to everyone, and some people couldn't wait to start a fire with flint.

But every time it just draws some sparks.

It is not an easy task to start a fire in the wilds of the Freljord, and it takes a lot of time.

"Let me do it."

Ari passed by several furnace households, and a ball of fox fire lit the dry wood. Ari did not stop, and went towards other tents.

The stove owners huddled close to the fire, hugging their children and beloved ones tightly, and each pile of flames was surrounded airtight to prevent heat loss as much as possible.

"Ari, this operation... seems to be more difficult than imagined for these furnace households..."

Lilia carried a heavy load of dry wood.

"Ah."

Ali nodded.

During the daytime, Ari had been walking in the procession of Furuto, and she saw some heavy scenes.

Dozens of people died on the first day.

It is dozens of old people.

There may be some diseases, they can't keep up with the team, and they can only be abandoned in the ice and snow in the end.

Of course when the Horde left, they were still alive.

But it's no different from being dead.

"Why...don't let some weak people stay in Weskar?" Lilia said with a heavy expression.

She felt like she was going to get some scary dreams tonight.

"If you stay, you will die."

Ahri patted Lilia's head, "It's because they can't survive alone that they formed a tribe."

"But at least there is hope of surviving..."

Lilia couldn't bear it, "A little bit of hope is fine."

"They've lived here for tens of thousands of years, and they know better than us how to survive. Your thinking is good, but it may not be sane."

Ari came to the next tent, "Lilia, pile up the firewood, don't think about those things."

"Um……"

Lilia silently piled up the firewood.

Ahri lit the fire, and Consul Norma passed by with a few men, distributing food to everyone.

"Little fox, this is yours."

Norma handed a few pieces of wheat cakes to Ari and Lilia, "This is a day's food, you can eat it all at once, or you can keep some in your bosom, and eat some when you are hungry on the road. I can wait until tomorrow night to pick it up."

"Well, I see."

Ari took the wheat cake and put it in his arms.

It's not a lot, and it's cold and hard, but eating slowly can also maintain the calories needed for the day.

"Consul Norma, do you know how long we'll be walking like this?"

Ali asked.

"do not know."

Norma smiled, "Maybe it will take a whole summer, but it will stop eventually."

"All summer..."

Lilia murmured softly, "Are people suffering..."

Norma patted Lilia's shoulder, which hurt Lilia a little, "Xiaolu, it's not okay for you to be so sentimental. As long as you can still see the sun tomorrow, then it's no big deal."

Chapter 316 Frost Priest

On the permafrost tundra, tents and tents radiated faint fire, and people huddled tightly together.

Painful groans from time to time.

Ashe patrolled the tents, her face was heavy, her figure was thin and thin, and she looked a little helpless.

"Ash."

A weak man's voice sounded behind her.

"Ah."

Ashe turned around, standing behind her was a young man in a black robe, with a handsome appearance and a medium build.

In his right hand, he was leaning on a staff. The top of the staff was the head of a stag. The long antlers were curved and forked like plum branches.

He feels very quiet, a very polite man, not like a Freljord warrior, and he doesn't have that wild and rough feeling at all.On the contrary, he looks more like a well-educated aristocratic gentleman.

"Marukolo, why are you here?"

Ashe pulled her white cloak, it seemed a little cold.

"Do you think your mother's decision this time is right?"

"You want to hear the truth?"

"You can also tell lies, but I can see through lies, you know, every frost priest can."

Marukolo smiled lightly.

"I believe in my mother, she will definitely lead our tribe to the throne of Avarosa!"

Ash said firmly.

But when she spoke, her eyes averted for a moment, avoiding Marukolo's keen eyes.

"Hehe, you don't think so in your heart."

Marukolo said calmly.

Ashe shrugged, "Sure enough, I can't lie to you. To be honest, I think my mother is too crazy."

"Why not stop her?"

"No one can stop it."

"If this continues, our tribe may disappear in this winter. Our tribe is already very weak." There was a trace of pain in Marukolo's eyes, "Maybe we can find a way on the way to make your mother change her mind .”

"This is impossible."

Ashe felt very confused, and she also wanted her mother to turn back halfway, so that she could farm or fish well.

This allows them to live more securely.

But she is well aware of her mother's personality, and it is impossible to change the things she decides.

So Ashe can only choose to believe in her mother!