Ali's Bizarre Adventure

The huge shield is a little taller than Braum.

He was sizing up Ashe, and what puzzled him was the great warmother whose name was known throughout the Freljord.

It looks so beautiful and delicate.

Seems like a gust of wind can blow it down...

And the skin looks extremely supple and smooth, like a delicate princess who grew up in a greenhouse.

Not quite like a weathered warrior.

However, when Bron looked into Ashe's eyes, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He thought of his hometown.

As well as some more distant memories, the people of Freljord at that time all had such eyes.

There was no hostility in Ashe's eyes towards this group of outsiders.

Some are just a little wary.

as well as…

overflowing with enthusiasm.

"I have heard of your clan. You are an ancient and great clan. Your songs contain everything in the Northland. Guests who have come from afar, stand up. The people of Avarosa welcome you!"

Ash's voice was soft and clear.

"us……"

The matriarch was still kneeling on the ground and hadn't gotten up yet.

"Don't worry, what's the matter, wait until you get to the hall, roasting by the fire, drinking ale, and then talk slowly."

Ashe helped the matriarch up, "It's so cold outside, it's not the place to talk about things."

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Chapter 494 The Incarnation of War and Death-Bearmen!

lax stark.

The Notai lived here temporarily, and Bron and Gragas also stayed in the Avarosa tribe.

Time passes day by day.

The cold winter wind whizzed across the frozen soil, and crystal clear frost froze on the houses.

Gragas concentrates on brewing his own fine wine.

However, there is also some worry.

Originally, he thought that when he came to Lax Stark, he could share the wine he brewed with the people here.

It's a pity that the continuous heavy snow and the cold winter's breath have plunged the entire tribe into a deep silence.

No bonfires, no singing, no stories.

There is no banquet.

Naturally, the wine Gragas brewed could not be shared with these people, and he drank it alone.Occasionally, a nine-tailed fox girl would come to accompany him for a few drinks, and promised that once the winter passed, the ice and snow melted, and everything recovered, a large banquet would be held.

The Avarosa will be immersed in his wine, and he will also be able to tell people, his own story.

After that, it's up to you.

During this period of time, Ari spent most of her time with Ashe and her daughter.

For the rest of the time, mainly give Xiaolu a little happiness.

At last.

It's Slave Wayne.

Of course, since taking Wayne to Demacia, Ahri has given Wayne his freedom.

And treat her as his bodyguard.

However, in the Avarosa tribe, Wayne needs a more reasonable identity to stay here.

An enemy girl.

The most reasonable status, the most acceptable status, is naturally the status of a slave.

Not a free man, let alone a bodyguard.

On this point, Wayne didn't care much, and she was already used to this low status.

In a sense, she cares more about...

cold bed...

Can...

There is a girl with a light body fragrance, and her nine furry, warm and thick tails.

Every dusk when the sun sets, every evening when the sunset glows red in the sky, Wayne sits in front of the window, props his chin, and looks out the window, hoping to see that slender figure in the ice and snow.

Unfortunately...most nights are lonely and deserted...

……

The peaceful days did not last long.

Before the cold wind of winter freezes everything, before the inner sea is completely frozen, before human beings dare not go out at all.

A thunderous roar, like a haze, gradually climbed into people's hearts, grasping every beating heart.The child looked at the adult uneasily, and the adult looked at the old man uneasily, and the old man showed a look of despair.

People were reminded of a story from long ago, a horror story of death, blood, and sacrifice.

— Volibear the giant bear!

In early winter, when Ahri returned from the Frostguard Tribe, he had already told people the truth about Lissandra and the Ursine Tribe.In the end, the Avarosas could only pray silently in their hearts, that the bear people would stay in their territory forever.

but.

Everyone knows it.

It's... just a prayer, an inner hope, and the fact is that the Frostguard can do anything.

They had tried to stop their Warmother from taking Avarosa's True Ice Bow.They once slaughtered the remaining blood of Avarosa, leaving Ashe to walk into the ice sea alone with endless despair and grief.

They even drove trolls to Rakstark.

And now...

The roar of the giant bear from the other side of the mountain made people believe that the bear people were approaching.

It's a bunch of scary stuff.

Every child in the Freljord has heard the stories of the Ursines told by their parents when they were crying.

Death, blood, life sacrifice...

Every Freljord knows that the Ursines are neither bears nor men, but war and death.

Wherever the bear people go, no one will be left alive.

even…

No dead bodies will be left...

It five|}one*seven&eight=}eight+zero}seven+six=one will use a cruel way to kill other people, and then in a mouthful one①N>

……

Above the mountains, a mass of darkness gradually climbed out.

Dirty, ugly, disgusting.

"Mommy mommy……"

In a triangular house, a young mother holds a young girl in her left hand and a battle ax in her right.

She looked through the window, looking at the dark shadows in the distance.These black shadows crawled slowly on the snow.

She could almost smell the rot in their bear hides.

[Beasts who sell their souls. ]

The woman cursed in her heart.

But when she looked away, the hatred in her eyes turned to tenderness when she faced her restless daughter.

"Daughter, let me tell you a story."

said the woman.

^|【$(

"I'm afraid..."

The young girl's body trembled slightly. The bear people who once appeared in the nightmare now appeared in reality.Show her that the horror stories the grown-ups tell are not without roots.

Adults never scare them.

Instead, tell them the original appearance of the world.

"I won't be afraid after listening."

The woman patted her daughter lightly, with a hint of piety in her expression, "He is Blizzard's Wrath, He is Cold Wind Biter, He is Extreme Ice Chill, and He is the patron saint of the Freljord..."

"Anivia!"

The girl briefly forgot her fear.

"Yes."

The woman pressed the child's head to her chest, so that she could no longer peep at the terrifying bear people.

"He is a good god."

said the girl.

"Yes, but what I want to talk about today is not kindness and gentleness. Anivia actually has a violent side."

The woman was still full of fear, but she didn't show it in front of her daughter.When she was a child, she also heard stories about the bear people. These bear people once turned into nightmares and haunted her throughout her childhood.

Until she killed an enemy with a battle ax for the first time.

She just ended this nightmare.

Death is not terrible sometimes, it is just a momentary thing. What is terrible is the departure of close relatives and the demise of the tribe.The bloodlines and countless stories that have continued from generation to generation have completely disappeared in the ice and snow.

"Whenever disaster befalls the Freljord, Anivia will appear in front of humans, letting those invaders feel his wrath, no matter whether they are facing powerful armies or terrifying monsters."

The woman patted her daughter on the back, "Anivia will always win!"

The young girl no longer trembled, she raised her head and looked at her mother with innocent eyes.

"Then will Anivia show up?"

Following this question, the fear in the girl's heart gradually disappeared, but there was still a trace of uneasiness in her heart.

The woman's hand holding the tomahawk tightened even more.

The veins on the forearm popped up.

"can you?"