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At this moment, every muscle in Frena's body was completely tense, and even beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead.

She had thoroughly investigated and was certain that Ashe, the War Mother of the Avarosa tribe, would not come here tonight, but she miscalculated!

Although both are of the Iceborn race, Flynn knows very well that she is no match for Ashe.

"Tap tap~~"

Ashe approached Flynn step by step, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Make the people of the Winter's Claw put down the food belonging to the Avarosan tribe!"

"Don't even think about it!" Fleina roared, "Since I'm going to die anyway, why should I fight back!"

"Anyone would know which way to choose between their people starving to death and risking their lives! This winter, too many people are destined to die, but none of them can be my people!"

As she spoke, the Frostwolf Knights behind Freyna slowly approached her, looking at the tall figure in front of her with suspicion.

Although Ashe was alone, she brought them an immense sense of crisis.

Ashe's ability to command the largest tribe in the entire Freljord is definitely not just due to her kindness; her strength is also incredibly terrifying!

"All of you, go to War Mother's side!"

Suddenly, Freyna hissed softly, and then she flipped herself onto Ice Fang's back.

"War Mother Ashe, come, let me witness the power of the reincarnation of Avaros!"

Ashe gripped the Frostbow tightly, and icy magic began to gather on her bowstring.

"Frena, I don't want to repeat myself. Put the food down!"

"go!"

With a final roar, Flayn squeezed her legs tightly against Icefang's back, and the giant boar charged straight at Ashe's slender body.

Behind her, the Frostwolf Knights glanced sadly at their scarred mother before spurring their frost wolves into the night.

"They cannot escape the territory of the Avarosan tribe; the warriors of Avarosan have arrived!"

"Before Icefang," Ashe whispered, as she fully illuminated her True Ice Longbow, and a crystalline, ice-blue arrow appeared out of thin air on her bowstring.

The next instant, the frost arrows shot straight at Flandre on Icefang's body, while Ashe stomped her foot and punched Icefang's massive head.

Faced with Ashe's seemingly weak arrow, Fryna slashed out with her longsword, colliding heavily with the arrow.

But in the next moment, Fryna was horrified to discover that the ice magic carried by the arrow had reached a level that she simply could not resist!

The blade of the longsword was instantly covered in ice, and right below her, Ashe's fist, imbued with the powerful force of an Iceborn, slammed into Icefang's head.

"Oh!"

"Roar~~"

A chilling, dull thud resounded, followed by Ice Fang's piercing roar.

As Ice Fang was forcibly stopped again, Flynn's body slammed into Ashe due to the immense inertia.

A blue light swirled in Ashe's hands as she flung Fryna against the fence of the encampment.

"Sejuani shouldn't have allowed you to invade the Avarosa tribe."

"Pfft!"

Amidst the ruins, Fryna suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, her expression resolute as she stared intently at Ashe, who was walking towards her step by step.

"It was my own idea, and it has nothing to do with the War Mother!"

Gazing into Fryna's eyes, Ashe finally nodded slowly.

She said softly, "No matter what, as the War Mother of the Avarosa tribe, I must protect my people. Therefore, you need to atone for my people's sins with your head!"

As she finished speaking, dense blue ice crystals began to appear in Ashe's hand. But just as these ice crystals completely solidified, Ashe suddenly looked up at the night sky in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, Ashe's longbow suddenly lit up, and an arrow shot straight forward.

In the direction Ashe's arrow flew, a rapidly spinning True Ice flail ripped through the night.

Following the ice shackles came the roar of a giant wild boar!

(Thank you so much, daddycool, for the generous donation again!)

(I wrote 22,000 words today, equivalent to eleven chapters before the book goes on sale. I got up at 7 a.m. and didn't finish until 10:30 p.m., sitting all day except for dinner. I'm a bit exhausted. I'll continue updating for everyone tomorrow. I was really wrong; I must save more chapters in the future.)

Chapter 100: The Battle of the Mother! The Trolls' Time Has Come!

Death roams the Freljord snowfields in a thousand different forms—teeth, blades, numb frostbite, and bitter hunger.

To survive, you must fight against every death, eliminate every threat, and seize every advantage.

Every day at sunrise, Winter's Claw faces a choice: survive by any means necessary, or die.

Despite being one of the three most powerful tribes in Freljord, along with the Avarosan and Frostguard tribes, the Winter's Claws are the most unstable.

The coldest winter in Freljord's history has arrived. The vast majority of prey that once roamed the lands have vanished, leaving only the most powerful creatures to roam the snowfields.

Hunting these creatures is extremely difficult, not only easily causing further losses to the already small number of tribe members, but also potentially leading the prey to fight to the death, sinking into the icy abyss rather than letting the hunters get their carcasses.

For the Winterclaws, a hunting tribe, they would never take such a great risk to hunt those overly powerful ice creatures unless they were driven to desperation.

Besides hunting, raiding other tribes became their only hope for survival!

In the past, the Winter's Claws had many targets to plunder; they would even invade Demacia from the south to steal goods from wealthy merchants.

However, most of the smaller tribes in Freljord have now chosen to join the Avarosan tribe for protection, leaving them with few targets to plunder.

Even Demacia has strengthened its defenses, building a defensive wall across a canyon in the north of the empire.

Winter's Claw has reached a dead end!

The War Mother and Olaf have not yet returned from their hunting expedition with the berserkers.

Today, seeing the old, young, women and children of her tribe gnawing on boiled tree bark out of hunger, Scarface of Winter's Claw decided to do something.

Although the War Mother had instructed that, unless absolutely necessary, there should be no conflict with the Avarosa tribe.

But now, they have reached a point of no return!

Apart from the frost wolves and war mammoths, there was nothing left for the tribe to eat.

But what's the difference between eating these animals and soldiers on the battlefield selling their guns for food?

Fryna didn't want to see the elderly and children in her tribe starve to death, and she couldn't bear to see her people, who were clearly starving, still comforting her by saying they were alright.

So today, Frena decided to take advantage of the Avarosa tribe's tournament to raid a settlement in the northern part of the tribe.

But no matter what, Flynn never expected that even though she had chosen the most remote location, she would still be blocked by the War Mother Ashe.

As the reincarnation of Avarosa, one of the Frost Sisters, Ashe, the Mother of War, wielding the True Ice Longbow, possesses immense power.

Although both are of the Ice race, Flynn is no match for Ashe.

One of them was the Scar Mother of their tribe, and the other was the War Mother of their tribe. They both had a responsibility to protect their tribe.

They had different stances, but one thing was certain: if the invaders were defeated, they would be beheaded by the victors to appease their own tribesmen!

Now, as Fryna leaned against the fence and watched Ashe approach step by step, she slowly closed her eyes.

However, just as Frena was preparing to die, she suddenly heard the low growl of the Juvask wild boar in her ear.

Fryna knew very well that it wasn't Ice Fang's growl, because Ice Fang's growl was nowhere near as deep and heavy.

Besides Ice Fang, there is only one other possibility—Steelfury!

That was the mount of Sejuani, the Warmother of the Winter's Claw tribe. Although it was one of only two Juvask Boars of the Winter's Claw, Steelmane was much larger than Icefang.

Fryna and Ashe simultaneously turned their heads towards the distant darkness, and in the next instant, a spinning True Ice Chain revealed the identity of the newcomer to them.

Sejuani, the Claw of Winter!

In Freljord, very few people are capable of wielding True Ice weapons. If one is not an Iceborn, they will be frostbitten the moment they come into contact with a True Ice weapon.

Furthermore, True Ice is extremely rare, and the only known place to produce it seems to be the Ice Mountain of Anivia, the goddess of ice and snow.

As the goddess who governs ice and snow, Anivia created True Ice and is one of the few beings capable of producing it.

Rumors say that Lissandra, the Warmother of the Frostguard, can also create True Ice, but her True Ice seems very different from the True Ice created by the Ice God.

Because her True Ice is dark blue, it seems to contain some other power.

In Freljord, those who possess and control True Ice are all incredibly powerful Iceborn.

For example, almost no one would mistake the owner of this Zhenbing chain.

"boom!"

The arrow shot from the Ice Bow collided violently with the Ice Flail, and the expanding ice magic blasted a deep crater in the thick snow below.

At that moment, a long-haired Juvask boar, even more robust than Icefang, burst out of the night and charged straight toward Ashe.

On Steelmane's back, Sejuani grabbed one of Steelmane's twin tails with one hand, reached up and took the True Ice Chains in her hand.

As it approached, Steelmane gradually slowed down and eventually stopped.

At that moment, Sejuani and Ashe's eyes met.

This was Ashe and Sejuani's first meeting after many years of estrangement between the sisters, and it was unexpected that it would happen under these circumstances.

Now, they have all become the war mothers of their respective tribes and extremely powerful Iceborn, but their perspectives are now completely different.