Ali's Bizarre Adventure

"The day before the wedding, I will bury one of the swords in a tomb."

The scar girl took out an old and rusted sword, "Ari, that tomb represents the tomb of your ancestors. This sword is the symbol that your ancestors used to protect their children. You have to take this Dig out the sword and give it to Ashe."

"this is very simple."

Ahri breathed a sigh of relief, "I remember."

"Don't worry, there is something else. During the wedding, Ashe will also give you a sword, which is a symbol of her mother protecting her. Once you take this sword, it means that you must protect her like her mother She! The gods will witness for you, and the people of Avarosa will also witness for you. To betray the oath is to betray the gods and the tribe. In the Freljord, no one will have mercy on a betrayer."

Scar Goddess looked solemnly, "Ari, are you ready?"

"Ai Xi is a war mother, and the blood alliance must regard the life of the war mother more than yourself. You have also seen the blood alliance of the war mother of the Shandor tribe. After the death of Natalie's war mother, they found for the tribe After finding a way out, I followed Natalie."

Scar girl looked into the eyes of Ahri, an Ionian who didn't know enough about their beliefs.

Scar Girl must be sure that Ahri can protect Ashe well.

Otherwise, Ahri and Ashe will suffer.

"I will protect Ashe! Just like her mother!"

Ali said seriously.

, when the Drakron cavalry was chasing after him, he did not hesitate to let the blood alliance take Ashe to escape the ice bridge.

With his own life, block Delacron.

Ari believes that she can do this too, and her love for Ai Xi has grown deeper and deeper.

There is no need to be bound by an oath, and Ahri should do the same!

"very good."

Scar girl saw her determination from Ahri's eyes, "You will become a qualified blood alliance."

The customs of the Northland are more primitive.

but.

These things are completely acceptable to Ahri.

She will definitely protect Ashe.

"Lilia."

Scar Girl turned and looked at Lilia, "What you have to do is sincerely wish their wedding."

"Ah."

Lilia nodded, "I am sincere, Scar Girl, you don't have to worry about this, as long as Ahri is happy, I will be happy."

Scar girl didn't doubt Lilia, she knew that the fawn's mind was very simple.

Lilia wouldn't lie at all.

"When the time comes, you have to let them exchange long swords, and you have to read out their oath."

The scar girl said.

"…oath?"

Lilia was a little flustered, "So many people are watching, I...I...I'm afraid I'll be timid and accidentally forget."

"I'll teach you over and over again."

Scar Girl patted Lilia on the shoulder and comforted her, "Until you know it by heart."

"This..." Lilia lowered her head and said softly, "Okay... okay. Thank you, Scar Girl..."

In the following time, Lilia has been learning from Scar Girl.

Ali was lying on the bed alone.

have a bee in one's bonnet.

Emmm...

Just thinking of some stupid stuff.

……

Tavern.

Dim lights, flickering gently.

Walls, soft beds, cabinets, rows of strange toys, everything was covered with a faint halo.

Hazy, vague, ambiguous...

"Well…"

A young girl was lying on the bed with her head hanging beside the bed, her fair neck bent into a graceful arc.

Thick, black hair cascading down like a waterfall.

The long hair shook slightly.

"You...you know...know?"

The girl's voice was intermittent, "Our war mother has already set a wedding date, just three days later."

"Ashe?"

"Anthracene..."

"with who?"

"No...no...don't know. People are already preparing a banquet, and the War Mother will announce to the tribe in three days..."

The girl's neck was wet.

A strand of jet-black hair stuck to his neck, looking like a thin rope strangling his neck.

The girl seemed to be dying.

A charming woman stood up from the bed, she was wearing a simple white gauze.

With a hint of hazy beauty.

She picked up a glass of light red wine from the table and poured it on the girl, filling the cabin with an intoxicating fragrance.

[Is it... and Ari...? ]

The woman thought in her heart.

She tenderly kissed the girl's neck, and then picked up a snow-white plush dress.

This is the fur of a precious ferret, sewn by the Sandor.

No stray hairs, fine and soft.

She put a small stick soaked in animal oil into a clay pot, and then covered it carefully.

"I'm going to Ashe's hall."

said the woman.

"Now...now...?"

The girl's eyes were blurred, and she was a little bit reluctant.

"Ah."

The woman nodded, "You can sleep in my bed until dawn, or you can go home now."

The woman's fingertips gently stroked the girl's hair.

His expression was full of compassion.

But she didn't stop, but went straight out of the tavern, she felt that she still had something to do.

Maybe... can help...

She is now an Avarosa.

The woman walked into the snow, and a snowflake fell on her dress.

The snowflakes melt instantly...

The fur is warmer when the wind blows, the fur is warmer when the snow falls, and the fur is not wet when the rain falls. This is the ferret fur of the Sandor people.

The leatherworking skills of the Shandor people are very popular here.

Their living conditions have also improved a lot.The integration of the tribes did not make their lives more difficult.

Tavernkeepers know this well...

Chapter 369 Wedding (1)

late at night.

In the empty hall, Ashe sat on the table, alone in a daze.

Her wedding is three days away, and she is looking forward to it, but also nervous, and she doesn't even know what to do at the wedding.

These things should have been told by mothers to their daughters.

"Ash."

Outside the hall, a charming woman came, her figure was slender and white in the dim light.

"Are you that Sandor... woman?"

Ashe froze for a moment.

This Shandor woman was almost unknown in Avarosa.Her story is always spread in various places.

Sometimes it's the gossip of the farmers plowing the fields.

Sometimes it is the whisper of a girl by the sea.

Sometimes it's the lovers in bed telling.

People always like to talk about these stories, no matter what era, no matter what region, they are the same.

After all, it is human nature.

"Ah."

The woman was like a seductive cat, slowly approaching Ashe, "I heard that the blood alliance you chose is Ahri?"

"Who told you that?"

Ashe asked in surprise.

"It seems to be true."

The woman showed a slight smile, "Avarosa's battle mother is paired with a beautiful magician. This kind of marriage is really exciting. And it's a young girl and a fox girl."

"Are you here to bless me?"

"War mother."

The woman gently knelt on one knee, "You don't lack blessings, I'm here to teach you how to sleep."

"I know how to sleep."

Ashe blushed a little, it was the first time she met this woman, even though they were her people.

But anyway, it's still a little strange.

"Just lie down..."

Ash lowered her head and said softly.

"Don't you want to leave some good memories? The bridal chamber wedding night, this is only once in a lifetime."

The woman looks sincere.

She is very confident in herself, even if it is Ahri, she feels that she can get her deep into it.

She's always loved this, it's an addiction.

"Need not."