Ali's Bizarre Adventure

Ahri looked at Ashe's profile.

"is it?"

Ashe sighed, "I just want my people to have a place to rest. I'm afraid that some people will freeze to death tonight. They trust me and follow me. I can't let them down. Everyone's sacrifice makes me feel uncomfortable. .”

"Your heart has always been kind."

"But to be honest... I almost salivated when I asked them to cook the broth, I was just pretending to be calm."

Ashe's voice was as pure as ice and snow, with a hint of maturity after tempering and the immaturity of a girl.

In front of Ahri, she behaved more like a girl.

Not an indifferent war mother.

"It's normal, when you're on a boat, you don't get full for a long time. Everyone wants to be full."

Ahri pulled Ashe across a fallen dead tree.

Ahri looked around in the forest, where there are trees, there are often some prey.

This coastal wasteland looks pretty good.

Walking out of the woodland and coming to the beach, Lilia and Ibrato are still waiting for Ari and the others.

Everyone has a thin layer of snowflakes on their bodies.

They squatted in the snow, buried their faces in their crotches, and all of them huddled together tightly.

"Ari, you're back!"

When Lilia saw Ahri, her face was full of joy.

The Ibrato raised their heads with joy in their expressions. The return of Warmother and Ahri made them feel very safe.

In a strange wasteland, the war mother is their god.

No one can do without her.

"War mother, how is the situation ahead?"

Zura walked up to Ashe.

"We found a village ahead, everyone, come with us, we can take a rest here."

Ash had a smile on her face.

"How many are they?"

Zura pulled out the battle ax and held it tightly in his hand, "I am ready to die in battle!"

In his old age, it was a rare honor to die in battle.

"We're not here to fight."

Ari smiled, "The War Mother has made them submit, and this village will welcome and entertain us."

"is this real?"

"Great!"

"It's incredible to welcome outsiders. Hahaha, is there such a thing in the Freljord?"

The exhausted Ibrato looked surprised.

If Ashe made them fight, then they would fight to the death, but winning without fighting was naturally the best.

There are only about 40 remaining Ibratos.

If you die again, you will perish.

When they looked at Ashe, there was a trace of reverence in their expressions. This girl had already become their pillar.

"Don't be too happy, we cannot afford betrayal and failure. Everything should be as cautious as walking on eggshells."

Ashe's face was cold, "Let's go."

The smiles on people's faces disappeared, and everyone's faces seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

Ashe herself was also very happy.

But she knows that as a leader, she must restrain herself and be self-disciplined, and not let any emotions interfere with her.

She must call on everyone to calm down when the clansmen are rejoicing.

The Ibrato checked the weapons he was carrying, cheered up, and his face was heavy.

Zura even had a battle ax in hand.

……

Zula took the lead in checking the situation in the small village. Wisps of blue smoke rose from the village, and people were busy running around.

A woman is handling the cod, with a narrow knife, deftly slicing open the belly of the fish and taking out the internal organs.

Two women pinned a small boar to the ground.

At the same time, a sharp knife was stabbed into the wild boar's throat.

The wild boar struggled and howled piercingly, but this only accelerated the spurt of blood.

A few children watched with relish.

The man dipped some scorching blood with his hands and wiped it on his timid daughter's face, telling her to be brave when she grows up.

"War mother, they seem to be preparing a banquet."

"banquet?"

"It seems that they are killing fish and killing a wild boar, and there are a lot of dry firewood piled up in the open space, and there are some long tables and benches. It seems...these people really welcome us."

Zula smiled, "Maybe it's because of some happy event."

Generally, tribes hold banquets, except for harvest and victory, it is a happy event related to the tribe.

But no matter what, mead and food are always indispensable at the banquet.

In the Freljord, there is no trouble or pain that cannot be solved by one banquet, and if there is another one.

Aixi and Ari led their tribe into this strange small village.

Ashe just asked them to prepare three thatched houses and cook some hot soup.

Ashe already felt a little embarrassed for making these requests.

She never expected to be entertained.

It is undoubtedly a great kindness to entertain an exiled and troubled tribe with a banquet.

There is nothing to repay.

When Ai Xi and the others walked into the village, the people in this village greeted Ai Xi and the others kindly.

It seems that they are regarded as very honored guests.

This made Ashe puzzled.

She felt that it was normal for these people to indifferently prepare houses covered with hay and hot soup.

Forced to entertain them.

As a result, the current situation is completely opposite to Ashe's imagination.

"Ah raccoon..."

Ai Xi tugged at Ahri's clothes in doubt, "This...what's going on here?"

"I do not know either."

Ahri shrugged, and Ashe used his identity as Iceborn to subdue these people. In order to survive, they had no choice but to entertain them.

But now it looks like something is going on.

This is a little strange.

At this moment, a thing covered with dirty animal skin crawled over from the ground, covered with mud, leaves, and dry grass.It crawled quickly on the ground on four feet, with its head swinging back and forth, sticking out its bright red tongue.

But with human shoes on two of its feet, the other two... no, those aren't feet.

——Those were two human hands.

Ahri was startled when he suddenly found that the thing walking towards him with four limbs was actually a person.

But that thing is still approaching.

When he passed the cutting board where the pig was slaughtered, he licked the broken bones and minced meat remaining on the cutting board with his tongue, and then licked the coagulated pig blood on the snow.

From his split mouth, his scarlet gums were exposed, and he exhaled scorching white steam...

Chapter 348 Beast Spirit Walker

A man in dirty animal skins was crawling on the ground on all fours, with scarlet gums exposed in his open mouth.

Smelly and viscous saliva flowed down the outstretched tongue and the corners of the mouth.

Mixed with minced meat and blood, it flowed to the ground.

He looked up at Ashe, there was no human emotion in his pupils, they were gray-green eyes.

The luster of the pupils of the beast...

Ashe felt a chill, but she was not afraid, but walked towards that person.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

That strange person was prostrate on the ground, and his whole body, including its face, was pressed against the cold snow.

He spoke indistinctly, like a savage just learning to speak.

Every word is extremely stiff.

"My name is Ash."

Ashe squatted down, "Beast spirit, my tribe has suffered and come here for help."

"Aw...Ah...Awa nude..."

The man clung to his body in the snow, trembling.I don't know if it's fear or excitement.

He raised his head slowly, his mouth was covered with snow scum, and sticky saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth with snow slag.His hair was messy, his face was covered with various scars, new wounds covered old scars, and his whole face looked like a lump of disgusting sarcoma.

People in this village are still busy with their work, and their patriarch, Scar, walked out of a triangular house at this moment.

She saw the spirit crawling at Ashe's feet, trembling.

"Shaman..."

Scar Girl hurried over, caressing the beast spirit's back, "Why did you come out?"

"Ah... Varoosa..."

With a hoarse voice, the beast spirit spoke vaguely.The same sentence was repeated all the time.

"Shaman, I have already entertained guests with the most honorable etiquette. You...why do you need to do this?"

Scar girl feels distressed.

Ashe bent down, trying to help the beast spirit up, but after helping him upright, his legs trembled violently.

The center of gravity of the whole body was extremely unstable, and he fell down immediately.

Scar Girl knelt on the ground and hugged him.

"The Iceborn Warmother of the Avarosa Tribe, the reincarnation of the holy Avarosa, please let our shaman get on all fours." Scar Girl looked up at Ashe, "Since the death of our Warmother, he has been so."

"I'm sorry, I'm just afraid that he will freeze his hands and feet."

Ashe said naturally.

After finishing speaking, Ashe realized that Scar Girl called her the reincarnation of Avarosa, a title she had voluntarily mentioned in this village before.

But no one cared.

What frightened these people was the Magic of True Ice.