Ali's Bizarre Adventure

They are a bunch of savages not to be messed with.

"Mom, I'm going on a long voyage today, with high sails and big oars, the sea is shining brightly, and the tomahawk is heavy~"

The passionate and brisk battle song filled everyone with confidence.People from other clans also sang along with the berserkers.The pace of the soldiers became brisk, leaving a series of long footprints.

"Into the high walls,"

"Cut down one after another."

"My mother told me, "

"I'm too young now."

Ahri rides Juvask, and together with Sejuani and Ashe, leads the tribal alliance.

"Olaf, I heard that you berserkers killed even your own people on the battlefield. Is it true?"

"Humph."

Olaf followed behind Sejuani, "Who can tell the difference when the fight starts. Killing one is one."

"Ah this..."

Ali was a little helpless.

"Actually."

Sejuani laughed loudly, "The berserkers in Lokfar just fight crazily. Killing one's own people is rare. However, on the battlefield, try not to get close to the berserkers."

"I really want to see how the berserkers fight."

"There is a chance."

Sejuani looked up to the south.

……

The autumn wind blows overnight, and the ice and frost freeze thousands of miles.

Ari pushed aside the tent made of mammoth skin, and the river that was still flowing yesterday turned into a glacier.

As far as the eye can see, it is covered with silver.

This piece of land can no longer feel the slightest vitality.

Behind the rolling mountains is their destination, a beautiful country called Demacia.

The soldiers cleaned out the frozen corpses from their tents, stripped off their fur and clothing, and placed them on the ice field.

Ordinary warriors don't need to be buried.

It is a tradition in the Northland to expose the corpses of ordinary people to the wild. They prey on other wild beasts and sacrifice themselves to other wild beasts.

They and the beasts hunt each other and depend on each other.

"Keep going!"

Sejuani rode the steel mane through the crowd, "One more day, and we will reach Frost Harbor."

The Frost Priests followed the furnace door that delivered the supplies, and used their magic to drive away the cold for the furnace door.

The savages set off again.

"Ari, Ashe, look at the mountains ahead!" Sejuani pointed to the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Her voice is full of power, passionate and wild.

"what happened?"

Ash looked calmer.

"Crossing that mountain range is Demacia, where the mountains, forests, and land are all green."

Sejuani said.

Ashe remembered the stories told by the Iceborn tribe—on the border of the Freljord, the mountains were white on one side, snowflakes were flying, and everything was silent.The other side is green, full of flowers and full of vitality.

Most people just laughed it off, only some children looked at the storyteller with longing.

They should have lived in the North forever.

until death.

"It's autumn."

The corners of Ashe's face and mouth rose slightly, and his heart felt a little more joyful, "Isn't it snowing on the other side of the mountain?"

"Hahaha."

Sejuani smiled and patted Ashe's mount, "Whether it's snowing or not, you can see for yourself when you cross the snow mountain."

Juvask ran, Ashe clutching her mane.

"let's go."

Sejuani glanced at Ahri. "

"Ah."

Ari and Sejuani chased after Ashe together, and they seemed to smell a little fragrance in the biting cold breath.

The fragrance of flowers, grass and earth...

……

late at night.

Frost Harbor.

This ancient city was originally the capital of Avarosa, and some ancient ruins can still be seen now.

However, the buildings here have all been destroyed, and the wooden houses have also been burned to ashes by the Demacians.

This is what happened in previous years.

"Ari, wake up..."

An ethereal and distant voice came into Ahri's dream.

"Ah raccoon..."

The voice became clear.

Ari woke up from her sleep, she walked out of the tent following the sound, and a huge ice crystal phoenix stood in the ice field not far away.

"Anivia!"

Ari ran over in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I…"

"Could it be... you plan to go to Demacia with us?" Ari had some doubts in his heart.

As a demigod, Anivia has always been far away from humans.

She will not interfere with the development of human civilization.

"Do not."

Anivia watched Ahri quietly, "I was born in the Freljord, and I will never leave this land."

"That is…"

"Are you coming back?"

There was a little sadness in Anivia's eyes, "If a more fertile land is found, will humans abandon their homeland? I don't know humans very well, Ari, can you... tell me the truth?"

When humans were born, Anivia guided humans into caves and taught humans to resist the severe cold.

She has been watching this tenacious creature.

Watch them rise and fall.

"I do not know."

Ari touched Anivia's feathers lightly, "Perhaps humans will forget their homeland and the old gods. But, it won't be now. These humans have survived winter after winter relying on the belief of the old gods. "

Ahri knows many beliefs and will be slowly abandoned.But this is a very long process.

Maybe it's just a moment for the gods.

"Are you reluctant to bear humans?"

Ali asked.

Anivia glanced across the tents, her followers, her people, were sleeping.

"No."

Anivia's voice was small.

"Ali."

Anivia suddenly became gentle, "Can you accompany me again?"

"Ah."

Ali nodded.

Anivia is constantly reborn, and she will never die.Endless life, endless loneliness.

Anivia is a gentle demigod.

She wasn't supposed to have emotions.

"come in."

Anivia lay on the ground, opened her icy mouth, and there was a trace of affection and reluctance in her eyes.

Ari took off his shoes and took off his clothes.

Slowly into her mouth.

Ahri could feel the icy cold, the wetness of the soles of her feet, and Anivia's heart.

Anivia fluttered her wings and soared into the sky.

Ari walked along Anivia's throat, all the way into her stomach, and lay down here.

Warm, soft, comfortable...

Ahri's body was wrapped by Anivia's stomach pouch.

The delicate peristalsis made every cell of Ahri feel Anivia's affection.

Chapter 536 Walk out of the Northland!

Frost Harbor.

Anivia stood on the top of the mountain, watching her people, leaving the land of the Freljord.

Like an ice sculpture, without any emotion.

Human beings always leave their homeland

One day, the Freljord people, took a full 1 years.

She didn't know if it was the beginning of disaster or the beginning of prosperity.

"Ash, look!"

Sejuani was riding a steel mane, standing on the top of the mountain, behind her on the rugged path, densely packed with people, like a stream of water.

Winding and winding, along the mountain, upstream.

Ashe gazed obsessively at the other side of the mountain, where the radiant sun was shining from the blue sky.

White clouds, clear water, and green land.

"Ash..."

Sejuani bumped into Ashe.

Ashe didn't respond, her expression was a little dull, she looked like a fool.

This is a picture that she could never imagine in her life.