Chapter Fifteen: The Queen of Witches, I bow to the saints
Zhenbing; it comes from nature, never melts, and is extremely rare. Only warriors with the blood of ice descendants can endure the bone-piercing cold of Zhenbing and use it on the battlefield. There are also some special bloodlines that can be completely immune to the side effects of Zhenbing.
Influence.
——"Freljord Cultural Relics: Zhenbing"
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The conversations between the two parties in the longhouse are unknown.
For Sejuani, she felt that she was a good commander, but not a good manager, and she also understood that robbery alone could not meet the tribe's ever-expanding survival needs.
This monotonous way not only limits the development of the tribe, but the cold climate also makes the living environment extremely harsh. Among the three Freljord sisters, her tribe currently looks the least satisfactory. She longs for
To change, she must try to make a breakthrough or change the status quo.
This is a test brought about by survival, forcing her to face the current situation squarely.
If it is true as Aslan said, the Winter's Claw can obtain food in other ways, and the warriors do not have to make unnecessary sacrifices, nor do they have to compete with the bears for hunting grounds. Of course, she actually does not want to think about losing to the bears.
Ashe's idea, or rather, she had no choice.
In the room, Sejuani, Udyr, and their priests and shamans were discussing the feasibility of Aslan's suggestion.
If there is enough food and equipment, and a stable supply of supplies, Winter's Claw can be free to make some bold attempts. It no longer needs to look at other people's faces, and there is no need to eat when the weather is up.
Sejuani looked at Udyr, the sworn father who had been tutoring her since she was a child, and asked, "What do you think?"
"We should try to make changes. Although this is challenging the tradition of Freljord, as a war mother, you should see something deeper than tradition and ancient ways."
Udyr's words made all the shamans look at him, and Sejuani also looked at him.
Facing Sejuani's scrutiny, Udyr did not flinch, "A unified Freljord is the common aspiration of all Freljordians. As the southerner said, as the War Mother, you
A choice must be made between one's own honor and the survival of the tribe."
"People believe in Ashe, so they choose Ashe. The main reason is that she brings warmth and satiety to the people in the south. As for us Winter Claws, even we ourselves can't guarantee that the next meal will be enough after a long career of plundering.
Where are the supplies and there is not enough food, how can we ensure that our warriors have sufficient combat effectiveness? If our warriors have no combat effectiveness, how can we fight for the orthodox authority of Freljord?"
The shamans in the longhouse looked at Udyr as if they were seeing him for the first time, and were very surprised.
"Udyr, what do you mean?"
Udyr's outspokenness and "fighting for the orthodox authority of Freljord" directly hit Sejuani's Achilles' heel. No matter what, as the reincarnation of Serelda, she definitely didn't want to lose to him.
robed sister ash.
No; she doesn't want to lose to anyone.
"But, can that stranger be trusted?" a shaman asked.
"This is easy to handle, this is the Freljord." Udyr thought of Tonya, and then he looked at Sejuani, "I have a suggestion."
...
In another room, drinking warm Chalan milk tea, Aslan was also explaining the so-called economic issues to Tonya.
"I need an obedient war group under my command. The soldiers of Winter's Claw are a good choice. Once my cooperation with Winter's Claw deepens, I will use my huge material and economic advantages to slowly affect all aspects of their lives.
, providing weapons and food to help them expand their size, and they give back to our warriors and war group. As the influence of both parties deepens, or once the Winter Claw settlement becomes larger, the warriors become accustomed to bread and ale.
After getting good-looking clothes and a warm life, they will become increasingly inseparable from the supply of external supplies."
Dongnia paused for a moment, then nodded, "Especially food, which is the lifeblood of the snowfield."
"Yes, a stable large settlement or city requires a very large amount of food storage and daily consumption. As the scale of Winter's Claw grows, it will definitely require more and more food, but Frey
Erzhud does not produce grain, so they can only rely on circulation from the outside world, and this circulation can do a lot of work."
Aslan then explained the so-called trade issue to Tonya.
While speaking, Aslan had already downed several large cups of milk tea. The two of them had not eaten cooked food for a long time since they came down from the Holy Mountain of Frostguard Fortress. Now that they had a warm room and food, he started to feast regardless of his image.
“Knock knock knock——
Halfway through the meal, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." Aslan put down the food in his hand and looked at a girl from Winter's Claw who opened the door and walked in.
"Please follow me, War Mother is waiting for you in the sacrificial hall!"
Aslan looked at Tonya.
Tonya glanced at Aslan, with a smile on her face, "My mother-in-law invites me, what do you want me to do?"
"War Mother said, if you are willing, we can come together." The girl who walked in glanced at Dongnia.
Dongnia rolled her eyes, as if she had thought of something, "No, I might just be passing by." Then she looked at Aslan with a sweet smile, and pulled him up from the animal skin bench, "Go quickly."
, don’t make people wait impatiently.”
"What do you mean?" Aslan hurriedly drank a sip of milk tea and found that Tonya had pushed her out of the room. He looked at the girl standing at the door of the room, "Where is your war mother?"
"You can call me Zaya." The girl who called herself Zaya pointed to the other direction of the longhouse, "There is a holy spring there, which is the holiest place for our Winter Claws. As an Iceborn, take a dip in it.
It can enhance your physical fitness!”
Aslanqi asked: "Is there such a good place?" Then he looked at Zaya, trying to find out some information, "Since it is a holy spring, not just anyone can enter it, right?"
"Zaya doesn't know, but this is War Mother's order."
Aslan was even more puzzled.
Seemingly seeing the confusion on Aslan's face, Zaya led the way, "Don't worry, you are a friend of the Winter's Claw War Mother. As for why the War Mother called you, I think you will understand!"
"
With doubts, Aslan followed Zaya forward. The number of furnace guards he encountered gradually became fewer and fewer. After walking dozens of steps, he came to a room filled with mist.
"We're here, the War Mother is inside." After Zaya said to Aslan, she withdrew, leaving him standing there alone.
There was a soft sound of water in the room. Aslan followed the sound and found Sejuani sitting in the pool.
"You're here!" With her back to Aslan, Sejuani didn't even look at him, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Aslan thought for a while and walked into the room.
Tonya sat in the room, holding a seal in her hand. As she chanted the spell, her eyes were gradually replaced by blue, and a faint ice mist gradually rose up in the room to reveal the image of Lissandra. She knelt on one knee.
Kneel down and raise your hands as if to welcome something.
"The Empress of Witches is here, please bow to the Holy Spirit to return..."
Part of Lissandra's soul shadow pursed its lips, and the soul shadow slowly merged into Tonya's body.
From now on, she is Tonya, and Tonya is also her. This chapter has been completed!