Legend of Valoran

In the northwestern part of Freljord, a muscular woman wearing ice-blue armor and a helmet with horns on her head is riding a Freljord's unique ice wild boar in the roar of an ice storm.

The whip in her hand continued to whip her mount along with her roar that had been covered by the gusty wind, causing the ice boar under her seat to continue to speed up in the storm.

The frost and snow and the cold wind slapped her face and scratched her face. The blood-red wound had just appeared and had not yet bleed, and it was frozen under the erosion of the ice storm.

If it were a normal girl, she would be very concerned about the scars left on her face, but this woman did not show any displeasure. Only the frost and snow whizzed past her eyes.

Eventually breaking out from the bitter ice storm, the woman turned around and looked at the storm that was gradually going away, but the grim look in her eyes did not dissipate as the storm went away.

"I'm stronger again!"

A sonorous voice uttered from the woman's white lips and teeth. She patted the huge ice wild boar under her seat, and her faith became firmer.

With the intention of leaving, the woman lowered her head and looked at the magic crystal in the center of the ice hammer at the end of the whip. Seeing herself reflected in the blue light of the gemstone, she was taken aback for a moment, and touched the frozen scars on her face.

"whispering sound!"

She didn't know what her mentality was, she let out a disdainful cry, waved the whip and rode the mount away.

After crossing the tortuous ice and snow mountains, the woman returned to a backward clan that was full of frost stones and dry cracked wood to build temporary camps.

Everyone in the tribe didn't seem to notice the woman's return. They were all training hard against the biting cold wind so that their physique could survive in this cruel environment.

But the blizzard here is much weaker than the storm that the woman has just experienced a few hills away. The woman glanced at these carefully trained tribal warriors at will, and incidentally put the ice wild boar into the simple animal pen.

Walking straight through the training grounds of the clan warriors, the woman took off her helmet, revealing her youthful face. Speeding up the pace and continuing on, the woman came to an abrupt mountain covered in frost and snow.

The woman who was already familiar with this situation walked to a corner and kicked away the snow arbitrarily, and a cave entrance shone with gloomy light appeared in front of her.

Quickly entered it, and within a short while, the entrance behind the woman was covered by a new layer of frost and snow.

After groping for a while in the dark, the woman lit a cluster of flames somewhere in the corner. Under the illumination of the light source, the previously darkened cave revealed its original appearance-the ancient ruins of Cerelda.

Crushed stones are all over the ground, broken stone pillars fall irregularly on the stone road, and broken and damaged walls abound.

Familiarly shuttled through the ruins, the woman's sapphire blue pupil fell on a table dedicated to the ancestors.

Taking out a few broken animal bones from the pocket of the battle skirt and placing them on the table, the woman wrapped the whip hammer around her waist, folded her hands on her chest, and prayed for the ancient heroic spirits sincerely.

"Cerelda, brave and warrior, may your deceased hero rest in peace, I hope you can protect Winter's Claw, Sejuani will let the reputation of Winter's Claw resound in every corner of Freljord again !"

Following the woman's pious prayer, she accidentally revealed her identity-Sejuani, the leader of Winter's Claw.

After praying, Sejuani walked to a relatively smooth broken pillar, uncovered the armor on her waist, and immediately exposed a wound wrapped in a coarse rag.

Although the wound no longer bleeds, the red blood stains on the rag still made Sejuani show a fierce expression.

"Aish, this enemy of an arrow, I will use your life to pay it back!"

She cleared an area full of rubble with her hands, calmed the anger in her chest, and lay down casually to rest.

While Sejuani returned to Winter's Claw from the experience of the snow storm, Ye Feng on the other side also came within the reach of Winter's Claw in the northwest.

I thought that the territories of the Ashe tribe and the Lisandro tribe were cold enough, but it was only here that Ye Feng discovered how stupid his previous thoughts were.

If the living environment of the Frost Guardian is the world, then Avarosa's living environment is heaven, and the Claw of Winter here is simply living in hell.

It is hard to imagine how the Winter's Claw tribe survived here for a long time, anyway, Ye Feng's physique was already a little unbearable.

Although he couldn't hold on for a long time in the realm of Ashe and Lisandro, it was the first time that he wanted to use his strength to drive away the cold so quickly.

Trying to operate the shield of wind to separate himself from the severe cold, Ye Feng showed a look of horror.

The shield of the wind around him was very weak, not only did not reach the level of a demigod, but also not as good as the shield he could support some time ago.

Seriously doubting whether his strength was declining, Ye Feng tried to use all his strength. As he guessed, his power fell back to the realm of a mortal, and it was weaker than when he first came out of the Red Maple Forest.

"How can my strength be so weak?"

As his body temperature dropped further, Ye Feng realized that if he could not take effective measures, he might freeze to death here.

Thinking of having received several bags of Freljord's spirits in Ashe's main city, he didn't care how unwilling to drink before, he still took out one of the bags and took two sips.

The burning sensation of the spirits made Ye Feng's body very uncomfortable at first, but when it was offset by the frost and snow from the outside, the numb and comfortable warm current poured over his body.

The dizzy Jiu Jin in his head was also dissipated under the attack of the cold wind, and Ye Feng collected the spirits and continued on the road.

The body temporarily maintained a warm temperature, and Ye Feng also began to think about when his power was lost.

"When did I lose the power of the demigod? Was it when Xiaoxi returned to Ari? Or when I was at Ashina? Or was it at Li Sandra?"

"But even if you fall back to a mortal, you shouldn't be weaker than when I was in the Red Maple Forest!"

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was something strange, but he couldn't tell where the problem was.

After thinking about it for a long time, there was no clue about the loss of power, and Ye Feng's head was about to explode.

At this time, a few burly figures appeared in the storm ahead. Due to the cover of the storm, Ye Feng could not see who those people were.

But the people on the other side of the storm sent a very bad tone of warning: "The people over there quickly retreat. This is the territory of Winter's Claw. Don't blame us for doing it if you go further!"

Upon hearing that those people belonged to the Claws of Winter, Ye Feng immediately responded loudly: "Friends of Claws of Winter, I have no malice. This time I'm here to visit the nobles. Please bend!"

The Winter's Claw soldiers in the storm heard Ye Feng's reply, and they all showed indignation, thinking that Ye Feng must have been the messenger sent by Ash to humiliate their tribe's dignity.

"I warn you one last time, don't blame us for being rude if you don't leave!"

Turning a blind eye to Ye Feng's friendly response, they began to issue the final announcement. If Ye Feng insists not to leave, they will kill him to defend the glory of Winter's Claw!

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