Ali's Bizarre Adventure

"The one who broke the oath!"

Sejuani suppressed her voice, trying not to explode, "It will never be forgiven."

Ari sighed, before she came here, she had already envisioned this kind of outcome, after all, Ai Xi had also reminded her.

Ashe had said it was impossible for Sejuani to forgive her.

Now it seems that Ashe really understands Sejuani very well.

"Sejuani, in fact... Ashe will also do it for those Ibratos, think about it if Ashe doesn't stop them. Those Ibratos must have been killed by you and your men .”

Lilia said cautiously.

She still agrees with Ashe's approach. After all, Lilia is the same as Ashe, they don't want to see ordinary people suffer.I don't even want to see some helpless children being brutally murdered.

Even if Ashe didn't stop her, Lilia would have stepped forward.

So is Ari.

"Aren't those Ibratos dead? Do you care about what they do? Even if they are allowed to live, what can they do? They will die in the cold, hunger, and war within a few winters."

Sejuani looked indifferent.

She doesn't care about the lives of the weak. In this land, it is difficult for the weak to survive.

Sejuani would have no sympathy and pity for them.

In her view, instead of letting the weak drag down the entire tribe, let some people who can survive die.

It is better to give resources directly to those who can survive.

Keep them alive.

Compassion and compassion have always been elusive to the Freljord.

Indifference and cruelty make it easier to survive.

"Sejuani... your thinking... doesn't seem right..." Lilia plucked up the courage to retort, "For example, if we know that a person is going to die tomorrow, we can't just kill him because he is about to die, right?"

Sejuani looked serious and said in a cold voice, "If you kill him, more people can live. Then why not? Here, everyone lives in a tribe, and everyone has to think about the tribe, not the tribe. personal."

Lilia lowered her head and wanted to refute, but found that she didn't know how to refute Sejuani.

The human world is still too complicated.

Ari can understand Sejuani's thoughts, Sejuani grew up in such a difficult environment since she was a child.

She is a traditional Freljord.

She knows the rules here.

Some of the decisions she made seemed cruel, but the ultimate goal was to keep more people in the tribe alive.In a sense, this is also a better choice.

This is due to the harsh and barren land.

She can only choose this way.

Before this root cause is resolved, even if the Freljord is unified, there will only be less war, less bloodshed and less unnecessary death.

However, death is always with us.

Ari can't solve this problem for the time being.

"Sejuani."

Ari stretched out his hand to warm the fire, "Let's get down to business."

"Ok?"

Sejuani frowned.

"We have come to Winter's Claw to represent the Avarosa tribe and form an alliance with you."

Ali said.

"Alliance...Avarosa's battle mother is Ashe, right?"

Sejuani looked indifferent, "Do you think it's possible to form an alliance with Ashe? What if Ashe betrays me again and drags Winter's Claw into the abyss?"

"If you are here to catch up with me, then I am very happy and welcome. But if you are here to form an alliance, then... I can only see you off. Avarosa will always be my enemy."

Sejuani said coldly.

Chapter 441 Sejuani: I will conquer Ashe!

In the dimly lit hall, the smoldering charcoal fire exuded a little heat, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Sejuani looked gloomy.

Her majestic body is sunken in the throne, and her hands rest on the armrests on both sides of the throne, on the inlaid giant snake skull.

"Avarosa will always be my enemy."

Sejuani said.

Ari and Lilia were a little helpless, but Sejuani was still brooding over her past betrayal.However, their trip was not in vain.No matter what, try to convince Sejuani as much as possible.

This is not only for Avarosa, but also for Winter's Claw.

"Sejuani."

Ari stood up from his seat, "We came here with sincerity, let's go out and have a look together."

"What sincerity?"

"Ten carts of grain."

Ahri spoke softly, "The temperature in the southern part of the Freljord is slightly higher, and it is more suitable for farming there. If you are lucky, you can get some harvests. And... in the area near the border, you can also trade with foreigners."

When Sejuani walked, the battle armor on her body made a dull sound, and she looked a little disdainful.

"Farming?"

Sejuani smiled, "Are you farmers in the south? It's no wonder that the south is where the stove households gather. These weak stove households have always been good at digging out the meager food from the land."

"Northern people have always lived by plundering, and fighting is our destination. Put down the tomahawk and pick up the hoe. Even if such a tribe survives for a while, after a long time, the blood will wear off, and it will almost perish."

Sejuani said as she walked.

Sejuani walked out of the hall and saw Ahri's entourage outside, as well as ten full-loaded ox carts.

These followers look a little weak.

Sejuani opened the bag of wheat, grabbed a handful and smelled it, "It's really a good thing."

"Maybe these foods are given to my dissolute mother, and she will be willing to make a covenant with you Avarosa. After all, she has always liked to have fun, and she was the first to eat the food of the tribe, making her strong body bloated and loose."

Sejuani opened her fingers, and the wheat in her hand fell on the snow little by little along the gap between her fingers.

She didn't want to accept these things.

Her tribe should always abide by the tradition and rely on the weapons in their own hands to plunder other tribes.

Ashe has forgotten tradition.

But not Winter's Claw.

To Sejuani, a life with plenty of food and clothing is far more terrifying than storms and ice and snow. Stability will erode people's hearts a little bit, make people get used to enjoying it, and eventually become a pool of soft meat to be slaughtered.

Only by constantly looting and fighting, and constantly accepting the tempering of blood and pain, can we remain strong.

——If you want something, then grab it yourself!

This is what every mother of Winter's Claw teaches her children, and it is also Sejuani's way of life.

The same is the tradition of the Freljord for thousands of years.

"But I won't take it back!"

Sejuani looked back at Ahri, "We don't need things from others, we have hands and feet."

Sejuani raised the dagger in her hand, "And this."

Lilia looked at the wheat falling on the snow and felt a little distressed, it was all planted by them hard.

Ari was also a little helpless.

With Sejuani's appearance, it is difficult to form an alliance with her.

"Come over here."

Sejuani waved to several Winter's Claw warriors passing by.

"War mother."

Several soldiers came to her respectfully.

Sejuani has absolute dominance in Winter's Claw, no one can compare to her.

Even the frost priests recruited by her mother Kuzia were all driven away by Sejuani.

She is the king here.

"Put this wheat together and burn it all."

Sejuani said.

"Yes."

The faces of several soldiers were full of doubts, but they did not dare to question Sejuani's order.

Sejuani is not only extremely brave, but also takes the lead in every battle and rushes to the forefront.

She also has a long-term vision.

She can always lead Winter's Claw on a more correct path.

"Do not…"

Lilia rushed over, "Sejuani, don't do this... Even if you don't accept it, don't burn it. It's a pity. If it doesn't work, it's okay to give it to those starving furnace owners."

Lilia held up the fantasy tree branch and stood in front of the soldiers.

Living in the Freljord for so long, Lilia deeply understood how many people these foods could save.

Here, food is life.

"For the starving furnace?" Sejuani walked in front of Lilia, like a big wall.

She is taller and stronger than Lilia.

"The weak are nothing but ants, so what if you give them food? Damn people will still die."

Sejuani looked serious, "What's the point of living for a few days?"

"ignition!"

Sejuani said to several warriors.

The wheat on the ten bullock carts was all connected to the wooden carts, and they were all ignited, and thick smoke billowed in the bright yellow fire.

Ari hugged Lilia gently, and she could feel Lilia's reluctance.

But Ari can also understand Sejuani's approach.

Give these foods to some starving stove households, so that some weak people can have a chance to survive.

That's really good.

But Winter's Claw is a place where the strong prey on the weak.

If you don't even have the ability to keep yourself alive, then you don't have the qualifications to let others help you.

It is impossible for Sejuani to do such a seemingly kind thing.

She knows the cruelty of this land.

Sejuani looked up at the billowing smoke, "Ahri, go back and tell Ashe that she and I will always be enemies. One day, I will take Winter's Claw, cross the snow-capped mountains, cross the ice sea, and conquer she!"

Sejuani looked up at the Freljord sky.

The sky is vast.