Freljord is a matriarchal society, and War Mother is a special nickname and title.

In foreign war, the mother must be good at fighting in order to resist foreign enemies competing for resources. In civil war, the mother must be as gentle and tolerant as a mother in order to guide the development and growth of the tribe.

——"Freljord Humanity and Social Structure: War Mother"

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The cruel environment allowed the furnace owners to learn the technique of killing the enemy in the simplest way without wasting energy. This small-scale encounter ended quickly. With the appearance of Sejuani, the result was a foregone conclusion.

Aslan watched Udyr spread his hands and said, "If Sejuani doesn't show off, will she still be Sejuani?"

As if he saw the answer in Aslan's eyes, Udyr turned around and clenched his right fist towards him: "Get to know Udyr, I've been paying attention to you for a long time!"

Aslan also stretched out his hand and introduced himself to this wild-looking beast spirit walker, "Aslan, I've been paying attention to you for a long time too!"

The two fists touched each other, which is the Freljordian greeting etiquette.

"What to do next?" Aslan looked at Udyr and asked.

"Clean the battlefield and collect trophies. The blood and fat of these trolls can be made into the best wound medicine and grease." Udyr first patted Aslan on the shoulder, "Every Freljordian must

Learn to be diligent and thrifty, but I didn’t expect that you are of Ice descent, let’s talk while walking?”

Aslan looked at Tonya, and Udyr understood, "Just in time, you can go with me to see the War Mother!"

The friendship and conflict between the Freljordians came a little abruptly, but they were also very pure. Aslan and Tonya looked at each other, and the two followed Udyr.

There was no longer a single troll standing in the battle field. As Aslan approached, he also saw the Winter's Claw Warmother with cold eyes.

The fight just now seemed to make Sejuani's breathing a little unbalanced. The soldiers who came back after getting the signal to go hunting were cleaning the scene.

Tonya reached out and put her hand on Sejuani's shoulder. The blue light and shadow in her hand flashed, and a simple "restoration" shaman spell dispelled the fatigue in her body.

Sejuani turned her head and glanced at Tonya, her eyes staying on Aslan's face for a while longer.

New energy was introduced into her body, and she felt that her fatigue was relieved, so she nodded gratefully to Tonya: "Thank you."

Aslan was also looking at Sejuani, the legendary Fury of the North.

At this moment, this heroic war mother seems to be in the middle of a woman's most beautiful youth and mature charm.

The exquisitely carved half-length cold iron armor with felt felt was close to her body, and it perfectly outlined her curved breasts. It seemed that female ice descendants were not too afraid of the cold. There was no lining under her armor, which was very hot.

The snow-white waist was also exposed.

The tall nose bridge makes the lines on her face look somewhat tough, and her sapphire-like eyes and snow-colored hair make her unique and proud.

The warriors of Winter's Claw were all cheering, cheering that their war mother had once again led them to victory. Likewise, they also cast warm and friendly glances at Aslan and Tonya.

In the North, Iceborn, or special male Iceborn, will always be the focus of attention in the eyes of the Freljord people wherever they go.

Of course, the hot braided northern girls were all looking at Aslan. They were used to seeing slovenly and wild northern men. Aslan, a gentle and elegant ice-born man with an aristocratic temperament, gave them something special.

Feel.

If it weren't for Tonya, or if he wanted to, his tent would have a lot of people tonight.

Of course, some were looking at Tonya.

However, most of the girls who noticed her were also looking at the gap between the astonishingly sized Xuefeng on her chest and their own.

Big breasts represent the ability to raise healthy enough offspring, which makes girls instinctively compare themselves to each other.

Udyr was also secretly observing Aslan. His intuition from the animal spirit told him that there was something special about the man in front of him.

"It is a blessing in winter to have such a war mother!"

Seeing Udyr looking at him, Aslan subconsciously praised Sejuani.

"It seems you know our Winter's Claw very well?" Udyr asked.

Aslan glanced at Sejuani, "Although the War Mother of the Winter's Claw has only been in power for a few years, she has led the Winter's Claw, which was once plundered by the surrounding tribes, to become the most majestic and most powerful in the North.

She is the fastest, most cruel, and has the most loyal and feared tribe of warriors. This has already demonstrated her ability."

"From Shurima in the south to the Frostguard Fortress in the north, from Demacia in the west to Ionia in the far east, and even the martial Noxus, the war mother of the Winter's Claw tribe, the Fury of the North.

No one knows your reputation, and no one knows it!"

The movements on the hands of the surrounding Winter's Claw tribe warriors paused. For many people, they didn't know Shurima at all, let alone Ionia, but Noxus knew it. After all,

I have been there to catch the autumn wind more than once.

"Are we so powerful?"

Seeing that the reputation of their tribe has spread so far, the warriors of Winter's Claw suddenly feel a little inexplicable!

Sejuani took off her helmet and glanced at Aslan with cold eyes on her beautiful face, "Have you been to many places?"

"Yes, I have traveled to many places!" Aslan saluted Sejuani with his hands clasped on her chest, "I have also heard many legends about the Winter's Claw and its powerful war mother!"

Sejuani glanced at Tonya. She felt a huge threat from this woman, and once again focused her gaze on Aslan's face.

Tonya was not wearing the clothes of a high priest of Lissandra, and Aslan was also dressed as a simple Freljordian. The two of them were disguised.

Sejuani asked again: "Are you an Iceborn or a Freljordian?"

"Yes and no!"

Sejuani looked at Aslan again, "Then what are you doing in the hunting grounds of Winter's Claw?"

"It was these two who used the power of the Iceborn to help us resist the attacks of these trolls and save our food for the winter. We should show appropriate generosity; War Mother!"

Udyr stepped forward and explained.

For him, he, the beast spirit shaman, is equivalent to the general manager of the Winter's Claw. He is actually coordinating the clans of all sizes. However, he feels that the background of Tonya and Aslan is not simple, and he is still trying to figure it out.

Before giving specific information, he felt that he should be treated with courtesy.

Sejuani clearly heard the hidden meaning in Udyr's words.

These two people can use the power of the Iceborn. They are Iceborn, maybe Freljordians, powerful, or people who helped the Winter's Claw. They may have the opportunity to become one of the tribe's own, so they need to be taken seriously.

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"Winter's Claw has always been very generous to its friends." Sejuani looked at Aslan and stared straight into his face, "What do you want?"

"The heart of the Troll King!" Tonya said from the side, "My dear Aslan needs it to complete his promotion ceremony?"

"Promotion ceremony?" Udyr seemed to have thought of something and looked at Aslan: "Are you following the path of Dragon's Fury?"

"The Way of Dragon's Wrath?" Sejuani said that this was the first time she had heard of this profession.

"Yes, to put it simply, this is an ancient profession. The dragon's blood is made into totem patterns and engraved on the body, and then the dragon soul and blood are used to fight!"

"Yes!" Dongnia nodded, "I didn't expect to meet a knowledgeable shaman in Winter's Claw, and there are still people who know this profession."

"What does it have to do with the troll's heart?" Sejuani said she didn't understand.

"Blood rage requires controlling blood, which consumes a lot of money on the body, so it requires strong hematopoietic ability."

Udyr entered the state of his old father again and helped Sejuani spread knowledge.

"Does this look strong?" Sejuani looked at Aslan with bright eyes, "I'll give you my heart, and I'll give you the troll blood. When the time comes, you need to have a good fight with me. Use this to

How about getting paid?"

Aslan and Tonya looked at each other, then nodded, "Yes!"

Udyr was a little helpless. He thought Aslan was good, and he wanted to use the troll blood to negotiate some terms with Aslan and win over him, but Sejuani's words made him swallow all the rest.

Seeing Aslan agree to fight with her, Sejuani felt relaxed for no reason. She raised the flail in her hand and said, "Clean the battlefield and collect the prey. We will return and entertain the distinguished guests!"

"yes!!!"

The warriors of Winter's Claw agreed in unison. The strength of Aslan and Tonya was obvious to all. Their war mothers had been talking for so long. It seemed that the tribe would add two more strong men. This represents the future.

They will have a huge advantage in the battle, have a larger hunting ground and hunting range, and everyone will be happy.

"Calm down!"

Although Sejuani's voice was not loud, it immediately silenced the cheering crowd. Everyone stopped their excitement and began to tidy up the battlefield.

After doing this, Sejuani stepped on her steel mane and stretched out her hand to Aslan.

"Forget it... I don't like to talk nonsense. You satisfy me very much. How about, in the name of Winter's Claw War Mother... do you want to stay by my side and listen to me?"

"Finally it dawned on me!"

Udyr looked at Sejuani, looking at this fighting maniac, and for some reason, the bitterness and pain of his old father welled up in his heart.

I know how to find a man.


Chapter completed!