Ali's Bizarre Adventure

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Abel Foss was thinking about it, but when he heard the words shouted from the bottom, his voice changed.

Beside the barbarian, there is a strange girl, a girl who is completely different from the barbarian.

Clean, beautiful, a little seductive.

The girl was beside the barbarian, talking about something.It seems to be teaching him the content of shouting.

Every time the girl said a word, the savage yelled back.

"Surrender without killing!"

The savage's voice thundered.

"You have a day to think about it. When the sun rises tomorrow, we will attack the city!"

"We are not here to kill people."

"It's about living!"

"Our land will soon usher in severe winter, and the earth will be frozen for five or six months."

"There is no food in the frozen ground."

"We either die there, or find a way out!"

"We are not afraid of death."

"However, no mother is willing to see her child freeze to death, even if this is normal in the Freljord. No woman is willing to watch her lover freeze to death, even if this is normal in the Freljord .”

"Eventually someone will die."

"We can either kill you, or go back to the ice and snow and kill our own compatriots."

"The bloodless choice is in your hands."

"We have no choice!"

"If you want to fight."

"We are willing to accompany you."

Olaf shouted with reluctance on his face, but even when he shouted negatively, his voice was still loud.

Ari led the Beidi people here to make a living.

This can be difficult.

After all, no country is willing to give up part of the land to people from other countries.

Even if these people will starve to death.

What's more, Demacia in Runeterra is a country with a very sense of belonging, and the people here have a strong sense of honor.Except for some poor people at the bottom, almost everyone is proud of being born in Demacia.

How can such a country easily accommodate other people.

Ari understands this. When a tribe is weak, it is not qualified to let other tribes give up their benefits.

Only when you are strong enough that other tribes have to listen.

Then the problem can be easily solved.

Of course, the lord of Fossbarrow does not have to surrender, but whether he surrenders or not does not affect Ari and the others from entering the city.

"Listen, you only have one day!"

cried Olaf.

Foss Abel stood on the city wall and fell into deep contemplation. Now he has a choice.

Fighting means a heroic sacrifice, and people will regard him as a hero.

Surrender means spinelessness, and people may despise him for it.

"Lord Lord."

The knight commander looked firmly, "Don't listen to the nonsense of these barbarians, let me lead the soldiers and fight to the death!"

Foss Abel looked at the knight commander.

shook his head.

In his mind, there was even a strange idea—the knight commander might be a little selfish in wanting to die in battle.

Death is a simple matter.

But as a Demacia officer, as a Demacia soldier, did he forget something.

What is it that he must protect?

Chapter 539 Lord

Autumn.

Outside Forsbarrow.

The moon is bright.

The withered and yellow earth is mixed with a little green, thorn flowers and tiny lilacs can be seen everywhere.

The Freljord pitched their tents.

They will sleep here overnight.

The three banners of Winter's Claw, Avarosa, and Frostguard are bathed in moonlight in the night sky.

It's a quiet night.

"It's really comfortable."

A woman is lying on the grass, pillowing her arms, her eyes full of longing for the future.

"Do you want to sleep here all night?"

A woman sat down beside her, with the battle ax beside her, "It's not very cold outside."

They are half-sisters.

Same as sisters.

In the Northland, it is a blessing to survive the name day. When you reach adulthood, most of your brothers and sisters who are blood relatives are dead.

However, they are not alone.

"Tell me, where do the Demacians sleep at night?"

"Bed."

"What kind of bed?"

"Forehead…"

The young woman shook her head, "I can't think of one, but it should be big enough to sleep hundreds or thousands of people. They may not have to sleep in the house like us, it's not cold at all."

Both women showed genuine smiles.

　Relatives sleep together.

is happy.

This night, in the sky, countless purple dream energy flows, dreamlike, pure and beautiful.

Lilia could feel the joy in the hearts of the Northlanders.

And hope for the future.

However, Lilia's heart was still haunted by gloom and doubts—why there were no nightmares?

Lilia quietly stepped out of the tent and looked at Forsbarrow.

A dozen heads were placed in a straight line on the grass, and the soldiers on the city wall were still standing firm in the night.

There was some light in the city.

Around the city, she couldn't see any dream energy at all, neither purple nor black.

It's like a silent dead city.

……

the next day.

On the grass, dew condensed.

There are stars hanging in the sky, the moon is only a vague outline in the west, and the sky is about to dawn.

The gate of Fossbarrow was opened by soldiers.

Abel Foss rode out of the city gate alone, his figure was tall and straight, like a brave warrior.

The heavy door closed again.

Abel of Foss, riding alone, stood outside the city, the camp of the barbarians, on the plain before him.

The moon became more and more blurred.

A ray of light pierces the night.

The sun was slowly rising on the horizon, and the sun shone brightly on Foss Abel's armor.

"War mother, someone has left the city!"

"how many people?"

Sejuani rolled out of bed and picked up the shackle.

"One ride, one ride."

The soldier replied from outside the camp.

Sejuani, Ahri and the others walked out of the tent together, and the soldiers were already holding weapons, waiting for them.

"who are you?"

"Lord of Fossbarrow!" Fossbarrow raised his head and chest, his old voice was full of air.

Foss Abel stared at the three people in front of him, they were riding a huge and ferocious beast.

This kind of mount looks like an evil thing from ancient times.

The woman on the left is extremely strong, while the woman on the right is relatively weak, but also carries an indescribable sense of oppression.Many horrible things must have happened to these two people.

And the woman in the middle is a bit strange...

"Is it a war?"

The woman in the middle spoke calmly, with a strange sense of intimacy, "Surrender?"

"You just want land?"

"Correct."

"I have one condition. If you agree, I will give up this city in the name of the lord."

"Tell me about your conditions."

Ari looked down at Foss Abel, Juvask was much taller than his war horse.

"Let my people and my army leave safely. After this, you can enter the city!"

Foss Abel was neither arrogant nor timid.

"can."

Ali nodded.