Twin Cities: Hero Witness System

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The tribe of Avarossa, people gathered together and surrounded a field.

Many people gathered, but the scene was very quiet until a voice rang.

"You are Tryndamere of the Mountain Clan?"

At the place where the clan celebrated, Ashe held the Frost Longbow, and the people retreated to make a path for the Queen to walk. Ashe walked to a man who was forced to kneel on the ground.

"Head up, Tryndamere."

Ash said.

"Who are you?"

Tryndamere raised his head, revealing an unshaven but handsome face.

Ashe was stunned, looking at the pair of dark green pupils, Ashe smelled a dangerous breath, just like... facing a dangerous beast.

"I'm Ashe, Warmother of Avarossa, didn't you say you wanted to see me?"

"Food, give me food!"

In just an instant, Tryndamere broke free from the suppression of the two strong men beside him and stood in front of Ashe.

The frost longbow was raised and aimed at the head of the northern barbarian. Ashe narrowed one eye. She stared at Tryndamere like an eagle, not panicking at all:

"Why should I give food to a group of unidentified beggars?"

"Give me food! My people are dying."

Tryndamere stood in front of Ashe and said loudly: "I will join you, the Mountain Clan is willing to merge with Avarossa, and from then on, I will be the sword in your hands."

He looked at Ashe's face and said eagerly: "All I need is some food, Mother of War, I have seen all of you who have food."

"I do have food, but I don't intend to give it to a group of beggars from unknown sources. You say you are a mountain clan?" Ashe frowned and looked at Tryndamere, and then said in a deep voice:

"The Shanling clan is a powerful tribe in the north, but you look like a beast that has lost everything. You and your people can only look like a group of beggars."

"I have food, but I won't give it to anyone."

But Ashe raised her hand and said, "Lock them in a warm room first and find out their identities."

The soldiers around him immediately surrounded him, and Tryndamere frowned.

The number of Avarosa's warriors exceeded Tryndamere's imagination.

These people are strong warriors, and they are very elite soldiers in any tribe.

And here, there are thousands of such people.

"Stay away from our war mother."

Cassitoya and Frozen Stone appeared beside Ashe and looked at Tryndamere fiercely.

There was a hint of hesitation in Tryndamere's eyes.

He can play, there is no doubt about it, Tryndamere knows his strength.

Even that demon couldn't break his mood. Having encountered such an unreasonable and powerful being, Tryndamere was not afraid.

What he had was just fireworks of anger and vengeance.

But at this moment, Tryndamere was afraid.

He was afraid of becoming an enemy of Avarossa, afraid of angering the other party, and afraid of the death of his people.

But just when Tryndamere hesitated, behind him, Warren let out a heavy cough.

And this cough also interrupted Tryndamere's last hesitation.

Tryndamere's eyes turned red, and he jerked out his stout arm.

"Go away!"

Tryndamere let out a roar like a beast, and flew the few soldiers in front of him with one arm, and shouted loudly at Ashe: "Give me food, give me enough food, otherwise, or I will kill you. you!"

"Damn things!"

"kill him!"

His words caused the wrath of the Avarossa warriors.

Frozen Stone raised his battle axe high and slashed hard at Tryndamere.

Faced with this powerful blow, Tryndamere did not evade it, but even took the initiative to reach out and grab it.

Blood flowed from the arm to the ground, the ice and snow melted and boiled, Tryndamere roared, and lifted the frozen stone weighing at least two hundred kilograms high with one hand.

"Ashe, give me food!"

"Go on, kill this barbarian!"

The warriors of Avarosa were enraged.

Pulling out their weapons, in just an instant, the seven or eight warriors at the front jumped up, raised their weapons and charged towards Tryndamere.

Tryndamere threw the frozen stone, not intending to kill him, and at the same time, he turned and opened his arms to meet the enemy.

And it was at this time that Ashe suddenly said, "Stop!"

The axe that slashed down was only a knuckle-length distance from Tryndamere's arm. Tryndamere's handsome face became hideous, and he looked at the tall fat man with red eyes.

"Do you want food?"

Ashe walked to Tryndamere and looked up at the man who was taller than him.

With nothing left, Tryndamere, whose clansmen were almost wiped out, looked down at Ashe, suppressing the anger in his heart, he was trying to calm himself down.

"My people are starving to death, and I need food to save them."

"But you know, they can't eat anything in this state now." Ashe sighed at Tryndamere, pointing to the old priest lying down on the ground, as well as a few children, Ashe said:

"Feeding them now is just harming them, and it will only hasten their death."

"You!" Tryndamere was about to growl again.

Ashe raised her hand, and the end of the ice bow held in her hand touched Tryndamere's lips.

However, Tryndamere drew his longbow away.

This move brought joy in Ashe's eyes.

Sure enough... he was able to use True Ice.

If ordinary people touch Ashe's bow, they will suffer severe frostbite in an instant, and if they don't withdraw their hands quickly, they will be frozen into a lump of ice.

Even Ashe was holding this bow, his whole body would be frozen by Zhen Bing's bones.

"I asked them to be locked in a warm room, intending to let them warm up first, but this person, and those two children, they are dead."

"Warmother, please give me food."

"I have the food~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but you have to get it on your own, Tryndamere."

Ash showed a smile.

She suddenly thought of something.

"Also, I still have medicine here that can save those few people."

After hearing this, Tryndamere said eagerly: "I'm very good at fighting. I said, give me food, save them, and I will become a sharp sword in your hand."

Ashe nodded and put the ice bow behind her back, she raised her hand: "Get out of the way."

The soldiers parted quickly.

Ashe looked at Tryndamere and said with a smile: "Now, go to the arena to confirm your words, Tryndamere."

The skin was clinging to the bones, and Tryndamere, who was so hungry that he was out of shape, took a deep breath, and then he spit out all the cold in his lungs.

"I'll prove it to you."

"Warmother."