Ali's Bizarre Adventure

What Ashe felt was not the joy of being a leader, but the responsibility that a leader had to bear.

The Freljord has been in chaos for thousands of years, and everyone is born with suffering.

Tribal killings continued.

The furnace households are so miserable that they are not even as good as a dog.

But that wasn't the case in the Freljord. Under Avarosa, everyone was human.

All of the Freljord unite as one against the harsh environment.

The Freljord was so powerful back then!

"Ari, I'll try."

In Ai Xi's heart, a dream seed was faintly planted, a very beautiful dream.

Ahri and the others walked through the forest, and a village appeared in front of them.

A small village of a dozen houses.

"Ash, it seems that Avarosa has been guiding us. There is a village ahead. We may be able to sleep on a warm grass bed tonight."

Ali said.

Ashe couldn't believe it. In the Freljord, which was mostly deserted, it was hard to come across a village.

But in the village in front of him, there was a fire.

Obviously not an illusion...

Chapter 346 The Freljord is a Family

The setting sun sheds golden light.

In a small village, smoke rises from cooking, and people wearing thick coarse cloth and animal skins come and go.

"Ash, let's go take a look."

"Ah."

Ashe holds the longbow in her hand, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

It is not common for strangers to enter other people's villages in the Freljord.

No one will welcome them.

But now the Ibrato people led by Ashe are already exhausted after seven days of sailing.

The Ibratos need a good night's sleep.

Ashe didn't want to miss this opportunity, even if she was rejected, she would try her best to fight for her people.

This is the duty of the war mother!

No mother wants to see her children suffer.

In a small village with more than a dozen houses, several children were chasing and running in the open space, playing and playing.

"Who are you?"

When a child saw Ahri and Ashe, he held up the branch in his hand and pointed it at them with doubts.

Several other children ran home separately.

Soon.

In the small village, adults with sharp weapons walked out one after another. These people had very unkind faces.

"Outsiders, you are not welcome here!"

cried a woman with a hatchet in her hand.

She looked fierce, but there was a hint of timidity in her eyes.This is just an ordinary woman with a thin body.

Maybe she usually just does some weaving, killing fish, cooking and so on.

She's clearly not a fighter.

Most of the other people around are also like this, some of them are very strong, but they all hold ordinary tools as weapons.

Instead of real swords, battle axes, spears...

"Feel sorry."

Ari stood there, keeping a distance from them, "We don't intend to disturb, but our clansmen need a place to rest. They haven't eaten for a long time, and haven't had a fire for a long time."

"Yes, many died."

Ashe held the Ice Longbow in her hand, "I can't let the rest of the people freeze to death or starve to death. I said I would protect them. I am their war mother. I hope you can let us rest here, We'll be leaving soon."

"no!"

The woman with the hatchet looked indifferent, "We can't tell lies, we can't take risks."

"Let's go, outsider!"

"Let's go!"

The person with the sharp weapon pressed forward step by step.

Nobody wants to take in refugees from other tribes, especially tribes that have just starved to death.

Hungry beasts will even eat their own cubs. No one believes that a tribe suffering from starvation will live in peace with people.

Ashe opened the True Ice Longbow, a gust of cold air spread, and the surrounding temperature dropped a lot in an instant.

The cold made these unfriendly people shiver.

A few ice arrows appeared out of nowhere on the bowstring, and Ashe's expression became indifferent, "Let's stay here for now, as I said, it won't hurt you. Is it always so hard for the Freljord to trust outsiders? ?”

"It's True Ice Magic! They are Iceborn!"

An old man knelt down on the ground after seeing the ice arrows appearing out of nowhere on the True Ice Longbow and the surrounding bone-chilling cold, "We offended the Iceborn..."

Several children were still laughing and playing.

When the others heard the title of Iceborn, they dropped their weapons one after another and knelt on the ground silently.

Their expressions were solemn and trembling.

For ordinary warm-blooded people, the Iceborn is an extremely noble existence, and the Iceborn belongs to this land by nature.

Can resist the severe cold, and the ice blood can also strengthen their bodies.

Various legends about the Iceborn have always been circulated in various places in the Freljord, even in remote places.

The playful children looked at the kneeling people suspiciously.

A few adults pressed them down too.

"I am Ashe, the daughter of Glenna, the war mother of the Avarosa tribe, and I am the reincarnation of Avarosa!"

Ashe shoots ice arrows into the sky.

The ice arrow exploded in the sky, and countless pieces of ice fell to the ground, falling on everyone's head.

"Stand up, the Freljords are one family, and we need not be suspicious of each other."

Ashe helped up the old man who knelt down first, "Old man, you didn't offend Iceblood."

"But……"

The old man looked terrified, "We were fighting you with swords and weapons just now, and even wanted to drive you away."

"It's not your fault."

A smile appeared on Ashe's cold face, "It's just that the Freljord has been in chaos for too long, and people are used to it."

The villagers stood up cautiously, and everyone's eyes fell on Ashe's face.

This is a very beautiful girl.

Battle suit, cloak, over-the-knee boots, armguards, long silver hair, blue pupils, and snow-like skin.

There was a trace of childishness on her face, but one could see the maturity and strength in her heart from her demeanor.

It was obvious at a glance that she must have been through a lot.

"You tribe, who is the war mother?"

Ali asked.

"There is no war mother in our tribe, only the patriarch..."

A woman with rough skin and several scars on her face came out, "I am the patriarch of this tribe. Since the last war mother and most of the tribe died, we lived along the coast, hiding from other humans."

"Is your last warmother also an Iceborn?"

"Do not."

Scar Girl shook her head, "She's just a warrior, but she's great."

"What happened to you?"

"A few berserkers."

There was a trace of pain in Scar God's expression, "Their muscles are like bulging iron blocks, and they are as strong as bulls. Just a few of them killed most of our tribe, including our war mother."

"Sorry, I asked something I shouldn't have asked."

Ari had a trace of apology on his face.

"It's okay, we don't shy away from death, this is everyone's destination."

Scar Girl smiled.

Ashe walked up to Scar Girl and hugged her gently, which was the Freljord way of expressing friendliness.

"You are the patriarch here, I want to ask you to do something."

Ashe said.

"what's up?"

Scar Goddess looked dignified, she was afraid of the Iceborn in front of her, and asked her to do some impossible things.

Or ask her to hand over the food.

"Give us three houses, spread hay on the ground, and put some quilts."

Ai Xi maintained her majesty, "If possible, use bones or fish to cook some hot soup. There are 45 of us in total, one bowl for each person is enough, don't force yourself."

Ashe spoke, swallowed.

She seemed to see knots of firethorn roots and small pieces of animal meat, sinking in the steaming broth.

She seemed to have smelled the aroma of broth...

"We deserve it."

Scar girl put her right hand on her chest and bent down respectfully, "The Iceborn Warmother of Avarosa..."

Chapter 347 Warm Hospitality

In the small village, it gradually became busy, and people were preparing to welcome the new arrival of the exiled tribe.

"Let's go."

Ali showed a relaxed smile.

"Ah."

Ashe nodded.

Through the twisted and dry forest in the ice and snow, Ahri and Ashe have been holding each other's hands tightly.

Ash felt so relieved.

"You performed well just now. I saw the shadow of your mother in you. You are becoming more and more like a war mother."