"Yes, my sister, but fate is always so unpredictable..."
——"Poem of the Three Freljord Sisters"
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Looking at Sejuani's growth trajectory, it is completely inseparable from the three words of identity.
When she was a child, she longed for recognition from her mother. When she grew up, she longed for recognition from her good sister Ashe. After becoming a war mother, she longed for recognition from the tribe and the Freljord tribes.
That's why Aslan said this.
Of course, if he was alone, he might not say this, but with Tonya standing behind him, the effect of saying it would be different.
Looking at Sejuani who invited him, Aslan stroked her chest and saluted, "Maybe one day in the future we will be on the same front, but this time is not now."
Facing Sejuani, Aslan said without any detour, "Wait until the day you become a leader worthy of respect."
Sejuani looked at Aslan for a long time, and finally when Udyr thought she couldn't help but want to use the flail in her hand to open Aslan's gourd, she spoke, "You mean, now
I still don’t have the qualifications to be a good leader?”
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became subtle, as if trophies were constantly growing on the ground. The Winter's Claw warriors who were immersed in collecting things on the battlefield pretended to pick up the things on the ground, but they all pricked up their ears and listened carefully.
How fresh.
Finally, someone started criticizing our war mother and did what they wanted to do but didn't dare to do.
When the troll was ignited on the snow, the corpse was still burning. Udyr stood between Sejuani and Aslan and bowed his head in prayer, asking the gods of Valhalla in the north to give him a way to solve the problem in front of him.
Dilemma, Aslan seems like a good lad who should be enjoying the feast of Winter's Claw rather than letting Sejuani flail him here to return him to the arms of the gods.
Please save this old father like me. He already has enough to worry about.
"You are undoubtedly the best war mother of Winter's Claw, but you are not the best leader of the entire Freljord. Winter's Claw cannot represent the entire Freljord."
Facing Sejuani's angry eyes, Aslan was also looking at her with a calm expression.
After a moment, Sejuani turned her flail and put it back on the rack on Steel Mane's back, "You will wait and see, sooner or later I will become the greatest war mother in the entire Freljord."
"I deeply agree with this, but for Winter's Claw, which has insufficient food supplies, your rhetoric is very rich, but your people are obviously still hungry in the severe cold."
Udyr: "..."
"Your warriors respect honor, they are loyal and good at fighting, and they abide by ancient precepts. It can be said that in the minds of all the brave and fierce Freljord men like Winter's Claws, following you to death on the battlefield is not tragic, but a noble act.
Glorious, this is what they believe in..."
"Death is not terrible, but starving to death or freezing to death. After your death, your family will not receive the protection and warmth of the tribe, and your children will not be able to grow up smoothly. This is the greatest disrespect for them."
"You can maintain your honor of being good at fighting, but you must also make a choice between the survival of the soldiers and your own honor." Aslan seemed to be unable to see the anger rising in Sejuani's eyes, and almost everything he said was
The War Mother of Winter's Claw clenched her fists and her blood pressure soared. "Although it is cruel, Freljord is cruel to everyone who lives here."
The surrounding Winter's Claw warriors stopped what they were doing and looked at Sejuani.
As Aslan said, letting them die in battle can be regarded as an honor as a warrior, but freezing to death and starving to death will not allow future generations to grow up smoothly, which is the greatest insult to a warrior.
Aslan's words were like a bone scraper, cutting bloody gashes on Sejuani's body. She never thought that someone would speak to her like this. What's important is that she couldn't find a suitable reason to refute.
Because it's true, the environment in Freljord is harsh, and every day's survival is a brutal battle.
She rested her gaze on Aslan's face again, and then curled her lips. Wherever she looked, the warriors of Winter's Claw lowered their heads.
At this moment, Sejuani seemed to understand something.
She looked at Udyr, the sworn father who had always helped her, her eyes were self-evident.
Udyr was helpless. He had tried to persuade Sejuani more than once, but it seemed that she didn't listen. Just like when it came to her and Ashe's situation, she couldn't listen to anyone's opinions.
But today, it seems different.
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The moonlight in Shurima Uzeris is like the sun at noon in the Desert of the Great Tournament, casting a rare crimson color in a proud manner.
Cassiopeia sat in the garden, quietly looking up at the night sky.
She vaguely felt that since her mother received the letter, the atmosphere at home had become less pleasant.
"Cassiopeia." Catarina saw her sister sitting in the garden, and she jumped up to the treetops briskly, "What are you thinking about?"
Cassiopeia glanced at Caterina, who was squatting on the tree like a squirrel, playing with the dagger in her hand, and elegantly picked her pink nails, "My dear sister, don't you think that my mother yesterday
After receiving a letter, did you become a little unusual?"
"Letter? Where did the letter come from?" Katerina jumped down from the treetop, "Is it another engagement, or is it the boy from Madam Lestana's family?"
"Who knows?" Cassiopeia glanced at her sister, who was not elegant at all, "What orders did you receive when you came back this time?"
Cassiopeia had little interest in Caterina's mission, but that didn't stop her from learning what she wanted to know through insinuations, especially in this special environment.
The pull of the Battle of Ionia brought about huge changes in the top management of Noxus, and Cassiopeia keenly sensed some important information.
"What are you two talking about?"
Walking out of the room, Soleanna looked at her two daughters with warm eyes, twisted her waist and walked into the garden.
"Is it Mrs. Lestana again?" Katerina asked again and again, seemingly casually, "Is it related to that boy Aslan again?"
Cassiopeia curled her lips and gave Caterina a rollicking look.
"I think so." Soleanna sat down on the bench in the garden. Compared to Catalina, who doesn't like red makeup and loves armed weapons, her outfit is completely the characteristics of a noble, and she never forgets to show it at all times.
The elegance and dignity that a mature lady should have.
Wearing a long black silk dress, a string of black pearl necklaces hung on her long snowy neck. Her skin and accessories showed strong color distinctions, which better reflected her soft skin, bulging breasts, and golden hair.
The silk is also neatly arranged and very smooth. Just a little bright red is simply applied on the lips, but it shows elegance and charm.
This is a sense of elegance cultivated over the years and long-term adherence to etiquette, which makes people feel a strong contrast that wants to drag them from heaven to hell.
She is always like this, always maintaining her most elegant posture.
"How long will it take to come back this time?" Soleana looked at Catalina, her calm expression concealing certain emotions.
"It won't take long, just a few days." Katarina replied casually, "The command department has a new order, and it is necessary to recruit father to lead the war in Ionia."
"Really..."
Thinking of the pale lady's order, Soleanna fell silent.
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[Soleiana, the wife of Du Cecao in the official background, the mother of Cassiopeia and Caterina, one of the priests of the Black Rose, emm..., I can only reveal so much for the time being. 】 This chapter has been completed!