Chapter 127 Winter's Wrath

"Sanya, prepare the firewood for the winter in advance. In a few days, it will get cold again."

In a small village covered with mountains and ice, a woman wearing a thick leather jacket raised her hand and breathed into her hand. She saw tiny ice beads falling on her hand. She squeezed it lightly and felt a bit cold. A sad look appeared on her face.

"Okay mother, I'll be there right away." In the house made of stones and wooden piles, a little head suddenly popped out. She was wearing a cotton coat that didn't fit her figure and ran out jumping.

Arriving in front of her mother, Sonya tiptoed and handed over the food.

A half-piece of frozen fish that was hard enough to be used as a stone was stained with saliva. It looked like Sonya was eating this piece of frozen fish just now.

"Mom, I'm full, please eat some."

Sonya's mother hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take the food, put it into her mouth in front of Sonya, and chewed hard.

Seeing this, Sanya ran away happily.

Seeing Sanya running out of the village, Mallord sighed and put the food in the pocket of her coat. She lowered her head again and began to deal with the food for the tribe's winter this year.

Storing food is something Mallord must do every winter in the Freljord. Just as he breathed into his palms, Mallord was feeling the temperature.

Winter in the Freljord has been coming more and more urgently in recent years, but the small village of Kotal has not yet prepared food for the winter.

This is a very dangerous thing, because every winter, many people die in Freljord. Even the powerful Iceborn warriors will die in the winter due to lack of fat and calories.

Although they have ice blood and are not afraid of the cold, if there is no food, the result will be the same.

Because the winter in Freljord is very fair, it treats children, adults, and warriors equally, so if you don't pay attention to the weather, the consequences will be unbearable.

Because of this, Mallord was handling the food worriedly, and she was calculating whether the food would allow the people in her tribe to survive the winter safely.

If that doesn't work, Mallord will have to make some sacrifices.

That is a very cruel thing, but it is something that must be done in order to survive, because if the food is not distributed properly, the Hebing tribe will only suffer greater pain.

The village where Mallord is located belongs to a very small clan called the Hebing clan.

Mallord is the leader of this tribe. The entire clan has only a dozen warriors, more than twenty children, and dozens of ordinary people without fighting ability.

This is incomparable to the powerful clans around it.

But fortunately, the environment was extreme and food was scarce, so no one came to attack her clan. Is this considered a blessing in misfortune?

Thinking of this, Mallord's ears suddenly twitched.

The War Mother is the leader of the clan and the person who leads the clan. Therefore, the War Mother is often the most powerful person in the tribe. Therefore, although she is a woman, Sanya's mother is the most powerful warrior in the tribe.

And her five senses are far beyond ordinary people. Just like now, she heard tiny sounds, and then those sounds kept getting louder.

"Damn it!"

Throwing away the frozen fish on hand, Mallord picked up the ax next to him and ran out of the village.

The people of the Hebing tribe noticed Mallord's behavior, and they also put on weapons and rushed out with Mallord.

Then, the people of the Hebing clan who rushed out were stunned.

Because outside the village, at some point, a group of people riding direwolves and wild boars had gathered. Among them were many topless warriors. The women also wore very little clothing, only covering key parts of their bodies.

They formed a circle, surrounding the war mother of the Hebing clan and the future little war mother. The mounts on their crotches were all very ferocious beasts.

The war mother Malod was holding an ax and standing in front of Sonya, confronting the group of people who suddenly came to the small village of Kotal.

"We are the Hebing Clan, who are you?" Malold swallowed. Even though she was the war mother of the Hebing Clan and the most powerful warrior in the tribe, at this moment, she felt frightened.

Because of these guys who appeared in front of Mallord at this moment.

It's an Iceborn!

Those who can wear only these clothes and carry powerful weapons in the winter of Freljord can only be iceborn, and iceborn are often born from powerful tribes, such as the Blood River Clan, the ancient The Da clan, the Ice clan, is the most dangerous clan of this generation. In just a few years, it conquered all the surrounding clans and has become the most dangerous clan in Freljord - the Winter's Claw.

Looking at the leading girl, who looked young, maybe fourteen years old at most, Mallord noticed the mount under her crotch, which was a Juvasque wild boar, and it was difficult for the horse not to let go of such a mount. Lord thought of the clan that had risen in recent years, and the woman known as the incarnation of the legend—Sejuani.

"Hebing Clan? I haven't heard of it."

In front of Mallord, the woman riding on a tall wild boar spoke. She was wearing a thin leather armor and had two ponytails. Her face was painted with dark green lines, whether it was charcoal ash or plant juice. .

Beside her, a man riding a wolf said, "Mum, there is no need to waste time talking to them. The order issued by the War Mother is to subdue the surrounding clans. We must rush back to Yadusk before this winter and migrate with the tribe. We have no time to delay. If we are late, the War Mother will be angry."

"I know. It's been a long time since I saw such a weak clan." The woman named Mum laughed, and then she pulled out the weapon behind her, a weapon that was extremely inconsistent with her figure, a huge mace, stained with pieces of meat and large pieces of blood.

All these signs indicate that her weapon is not a decoration.

"Hey, surrender to the Claw of Winter, or die." Mum pointed the weapon at Malord and said.

"If you do this, Avarosa, Avarosa will..."

"Shut up!" Mum shouted angrily, and the huge Juvask boar under her crotch also roared.

The stench hit Malord's face, causing her hand holding the weapon to tremble, but behind her, Sanya hugged her legs tightly, which gave Malord courage again.

"Submit to the Winter Claw, can we survive this winter? I am the war mother of the River Ice Clan. There are fourteen warriors in my tribe. Although we are not as strong as you, we are willing to sacrifice our lives for the Winter Claw. We are brave warriors, as long as... you can protect them." Malord clenched his weapon, looked at the girl sitting on the Juvask boar, and said in a deep voice.

"You are very courageous. You are much more courageous than the leader of the tribe I went to before." Mumu laughed, she waved her weapon, the mace raised the icy wind, and put the weapon on the Juvask boar. She got off the boar and walked to Malord with her hands on her hips.

"But I can't guarantee that all members of your tribe can survive this winter, because we are also short of food, but I can assure you that following us is at least much better than waiting to die here."

"Your clan can't survive in such a place, right? There is less and less food around here, and you lack food sources. Staying here is also waiting to die." Mumu said to Mallord.

Mallord was silent.

Mumu's words hit the point. As she said, if the River Ice Clan continues to stay here, they will die naturally.

The lack of food makes it impossible for the children of the clan to grow up normally. The number of births in the clan is decreasing every year. Even if there is no external enemy, within 30 years, the River Ice Clan will be reduced from a clan of more than 100 people to only a dozen people, and then die naturally.

Freljord is a world where the strong prey on the weak. The weak are not worthy of speaking, let alone making a sound.

Just as the Ice River Clan could not occupy the surrounding food sources, this generation was not without food. Going west, there was a river there, and there were fish to catch in the glacier, but that place had been occupied by a powerful clan, and the Ice River Clan could not compete with them at all.

But join the Claw of Winter?

Mallord was a little hesitant about this.

She wanted to join the Avarosa tribe, but she did not wait for this opportunity, and she could not convince the people in the tribe to migrate to their hometown to find Avarosa.

And now. The Ice River Clan has waited for the Claw of Winter.

"I will only give you ten seconds. After ten seconds, you have to give me an answer. I don't have time to waste with you. Winter is coming soon. We have to prepare a lot of food to go back." Seeing Mallord's silence, Mumu frowned and said coldly.

Then, she began to count down.

One by one, it was like a hammer hitting Mallord's chest.

Sanya's trembling hands behind him made it even more difficult for Malord to concentrate on thinking. Finally, when Mumu counted to three, Malord knelt down.

"The River Ice Clan is willing to join the Winter Claw."

"That's right." Mumu laughed, and a girlish expression appeared on her pretty face.

"I'll give you two hours, pack up your things and follow us." Mumu said again.

More than ten days later, after crossing one mountain after another, Malord followed the Winter Claw to an abandoned valley.

The frozen lake surface made Malord's eyes shine. Walking on the lake, Malord looked at the frozen lake bottom, thinking about how many fish he could catch after breaking the ice, and beside her, Sanya followed her closely.

"We are here, Mallord. I will take you to see your new war mother later. Remember to be respectful. Although the war mother is young, she is stronger than everyone else. You must respect her. Do you understand?" In front, Mumu stopped because a group of people had come out of the valley. They were wearing special helmets. This kind of helmet is standard and easy to distinguish.

"I understand." Mallord nodded.

She certainly understood that although Sejuani was not old, no one in Freljord dared to look down on her.

After all, the Winter Claw went from a clan that was bullied and plundered to a clan that was feared and destroyed countless tribes. The reason for all this was because of her.

Sejuani.

A woman who led the Winter Claw in just a few years.

After arriving at the clan base of the Winter Claw, Mallord's River Ice Clan was separated. Although he was a little worried, Mumu's behavior along the way made Mallord feel a lot more at ease.

The Claw of Winter is indeed very cruel, but it has an inexplicable warmth towards the people of its own clan.

On the way, Mumu slowed down, and she also took the old people of the River Ice Clan with her.

It was shameful that Malord originally wanted to leave the old people behind and let them wait for death there.

Because they had no productivity and fighting power, they could only be useless people who consumed food, and eliminating useless people was what every clan was doing, but Mumu took them with him.

Therefore, Malord felt that his choice might not be a mistake.

"Mother, I want to go to the toilet." At this time, Sanya grabbed Malord's calf, pulled her pants, and said softly.

Malord looked at her, squatted down and whispered: "Don't run too far."

"Okay." Sanya said immediately.

After that, she trotted out and prepared to find a hidden place to relieve herself.

Malord also followed the large army and officially walked into the valley. This was a basin. At the bottom, Malord saw many people who were building houses.

Mumu stood beside her and explained, "Every year we come here from all over to rebuild our homes and spend the winter together. It's not convenient to move around in the winter in Freljord."

"I understand." Mallord said.

"By the way, where's little Sanya?" Mumu asked.

"She went to the bathroom."

"Going alone? Hey, why are you so confident in us all of a sudden?" Mumu asked with a smile.

"Because we are a clan now," Mallord said.

Mumu was stunned, then she laughed and said loudly, "Yes, we are a clan, we are all Winter Claws, so let's work hard and survive this winter together."

"This is not a place for children."

Sanya had just found a place and was about to take off her pants when she heard a cold female voice calling her.

She turned around in fear and saw a tall figure coming over, wearing armor and a helmet with a missing corner. What was surprising was that the corner of the helmet was blue, like... ice?

"I, I, I, I'm sorry, I just came to the bathroom." Sanya explained nervously.

The woman frowned and said, "I haven't seen you before. Where are you from?"

"I'm from the River Ice Clan. I came with Master Mumu."

"I'm from the River Ice Clan?"

When the woman came closer, Sanya saw her face clearly.

With pure white hair, a pair of narrow eyes, pure blue eyes like ice, thin lips, a straight nose, and a heroic face, this is a woman who will be very powerful at first glance.

Her aura made Sanya tremble a little.

But what made Sanya feel strange was that she always felt that the woman's face was a little pale, an unhealthy white, exactly the same as Sanya.

Didn't she eat well?

"I haven't heard of it, but from today on, you are a member of the Winter Claw. There is no River Ice Clan anymore. Do you understand?" The woman said to Sanya.

"Yes, I am a member of the Winter Claw." Sanya said quickly.

Then, she showed a pleading expression and whispered: "Well, sir, I want to go to the toilet, can you."

"." The woman was stunned, then turned her back.

"Are you going to stand here?"

"Who told you that you can go to the toilet alone in the wild at your age? Your mother, or the elders in the clan?" The woman did not look back, but did not leave. Instead, she stood there and continued: "I won't peek at you."

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Sangya hesitated for a moment, and finally, she couldn't help but take off her pants.

In the quiet environment, the sizzling sound made Sangya blush, and she couldn't help but look up and peek ahead, and saw that the woman stood up silently. She was not strong and thin, but for some reason, Sangya felt that she blocked the cold wind.

"Are you done?"

"Okay, sir." Sangya said quickly.

The woman turned her head and looked at Sangya who was blushing, and then she reached out and touched Sangya's face.

Sangya was stunned and felt that the hand was rough, with calluses on her fingertips, and then she couldn't help looking at the woman's hand.

The hand was full of tiny wounds.

"Go back, don't leave for too long, the banquet will be held later, you can eat as much as you want today, but after today, you will be hungry." The woman said softly.

Sanya nodded, "What about you?"

"Me? Of course I will be at the banquet, without me, this banquet can't be held." The woman said lightly.

"Okay, I don't like talking to children, hurry up." Seeing Sanya hesitate, the woman said loudly.

Sanya paused, nodded and ran away, but when she was about to lose sight of the woman, Sanya couldn't help but say: "My lord, can I know your name? Thank you for protecting me."

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"Sejuani."

"Your war mother." The back said.

Sanya was stunned.

Regarding the character of Pig Girl, I thought about it and felt that Pig Girl was indeed a cruel and cold person to the outside world, but Pig Girl was definitely a warm person to the inside.

Because in the previous cg, Pig Girl and Olaf went to fight against the bear, and it can be seen when they stole food.

She was also malnourished, with dull hair and pale face, but Sejuani was the war mother of the tribe. Winter Claw was at least one of the top three clans in Freljord at that time. Could Sejuani be starving because there was no food? Of course, food was scarce, but the war mother had to eat, so she would squeeze out food for Sejuani. So it is very likely that Sejuani took the initiative to give up the food to the elderly and children.

So I personally have a high degree of favorability towards Sejuani.