Void Beetle Evolution Guide

The biggest difference between Udyr and other beast spirit walkers is that his soul is not limited to a single spirit, but can be in tune with all spirits, which makes him very susceptible to the influence of beast spirits.

The voices died down, and the only sounds left in the cave were the crackling of the fire and the sounds of people chewing food.

Kai'Sa noticed that Udyr's breathing gradually became as slow as a turtle, his chest became still, and a layer of frost formed on his eyebrows. She guessed that this beast walker was hibernating to survive the cold and hunger.

"Would you like to eat?" Kasa handed him a piece of jerky, hoping that he would finish eating it to warm up and leave early. After being baked and thawed, the jerky was no longer so dry and hard, and exuded a strong meaty aroma.

Wudi opened his eyes immediately, took the jerky and sniffed it, then tore it into pieces, his movements as rough as a wild animal devouring its food. If it weren't for the fact that human physiology couldn't allow him to swallow large pieces of meat directly, he might have swallowed the whole piece in just two bites.

"Thank you, stranger."

"You helped Ahri solve her confusion, which is also a favor to us."

"Ask any questions you have. I can answer a few of your questions that are not secrets."

In just a short time together, the Beast Spirit Walker had already deduced from various details that these people were beginners who had arrived at the ice field for less than a month and still did not understand a lot of common sense.

Kasa thought about it, then sat down and asked.

"Why is Lissandra hunting you?"

"This feud dates back to the barbaric days, stemming from the hatred between Volibear and Lissandra," Udyr replied, referring to the legendary incident in which Volibear gouged out Lissandra's eyes.

"The power of the bear spirit is silent and domineering, surpassing other beast spirits. Once it descends, it will overwhelm self-awareness, but the threshold for summoning it is extremely low... Therefore, many misguided beast spirit walkers fanatically believe in the bear-man demigod master, and are willing to become lost ones to be driven by the bear spirit and wantonly destroy human civilization."

"In order to prevent the power of the bear spirit from getting out of control and destroying order, the Frost Witch simply ordered her followers to slaughter all beast spirit walkers. Even if they did not believe in the bear spirit, she also specifically eliminated those who showed signs of spiritual magic. Some children were ruthlessly killed before they even embarked on this path."

"Neither the Bearmen nor the Frostguard are good guys. Whether they are the Iceborn or the Spirit Walkers, they are just victims." Ashe said in a deep voice.

The invisible threat of Lissandra is also the reason why these beast walkers cannot find a tribe to join and can only wander like savages.

"Although I think the excessive unity of the Avarosans will hurt the soul of this land that is nourished by struggle, we have the same views on the Frost Witch." Udyr nodded in agreement with Ashe's opinion. He continued, "The Beast Walker can not only hear the voices of beasts, but also the voices of people. The heart of the Frost Priest is dark, filled with an unknown and strange roar that does not belong to any kind of beast spirit, so we stay away from it."

Kasa nodded continuously. Some things cannot be hidden. Even if one appears calm on the surface, the darkness in one's heart will inadvertently reveal itself.

"What about you? Foreigners, why did you come so deep into the north? And travel with Warmother Ashe?" asked Udyr.

Ashe and Kaisa looked at each other, and then she smiled bitterly and said, "Unfortunately, we are about to go to Frostguard Fortress to find the Frost Witch."

Udyr was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "Another poor man who wanted to kill the witch, brave but stupid. Many people tried to kill Lissandra, but in the end they all failed and turned into one of the countless ice sculptures in the witch's exhibition hall... But I won't mention this to Sejuani, please rest assured."

"Wait, why do you think so, instead of thinking that we are going to join her?" Kassa couldn't help but interrupt him.Mei Mei Lin in Mei Xiang Kong Yong no Lin has Yong......

"Lissandra only accepts the surrender of the Iceborn. Didn't Warmother Ashe tell you?"

"..." Kasha remained silent. She really didn't know. But they were not going to seek refuge, but rather cooperating.

"So you better save your energy and don't risk your life."

In the face of Udyr's kind persuasion, Kai'Sa remained silent. No matter what the purpose was, they had to see Lissandra.

"Udyr, the collapse of the Earth Spirit may not be the fault of us Avarosans. You are a powerful beast walker, and I don't want us to become enemies."

Udyr frowned. "How do you know? I only believe in the feelings that the spirit brings to me, unless Warmother Ashe can provide strong evidence."

"I can't say much about the reason, but this is exactly why I am in this expedition." Ashe said mysteriously, "You should have seen the group of slave demons outside when you came in, right? You should be able to guess roughly."

"Black ice..." Udyr's heart was shocked and he shut up immediately. Black ice is the symbol of Lissandra. Could it be that Lissandra was behind all the ominous signs of the Freljord's impending death?

At this moment, an inexplicable fatigue and fear suddenly seized Udyr's mind. A burst of magical energy burst out of his body, like golden wildfire gushing out from his body.

The face was elongated and deformed, the teeth stretched outward to form huge fangs. It growled and barked, drooled from the corners of its mouth, and its eyes kept rolling up... It looked like it was having an epileptic seizure, full of unknown aggression.

Chapter 257: Winter's Claw

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Udyr's sudden madness startled everyone. His suddenly grown fangs showed unstable aggressiveness. Kaisa reacted quickly and protected several people behind him.

"He...what happened?" Talia asked worriedly, hunching her shoulders.

"He must have been influenced by a beast spirit." Kasa said solemnly, "He said before that he was easily influenced by beast spirits and almost killed someone."

"Hiss! It's okay, it's just a wounded mammoth that ran into my mind." Udyr gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and tried hard to suppress the deafening rage and fear in his mind. He finally returned to normal.

He took out a silver thorn from his secret pocket and stabbed the tip of the thorn into the palm of his hand. Although the effect was not as good as meditation, the pain cleared his mind and allowed him to concentrate on speaking like a normal person.

"I have to go and go back to help. This mammoth seems to be Sejuani's hunting target. If we catch it, we won't have to worry about food for the next few days." After saying this, Udyr transformed while backing away.Mei has no Lin, I have no time to chant, and there is no Lin to chant...

His face began to stretch and deform, and his teeth stretched outward to form huge fangs. The hair on his skin began to wave and flow all over his body, covering his entire body. He growled and made waves, and suddenly his eyes widened, turning into a snow leopard.

The snow leopard looked back at them with its amber eyes, nodded as if to say goodbye, then swiftly jumped out of the cave, climbed up the tree again, and disappeared into the white canopy. Then, a long howl was heard in the forest, and it completely disappeared.

"Sejuani is nearby, Ashe, don't you want to go over and take a look?" The Wild Hunter noticed that Ashe showed a hint of concern, so he leaned over to her ear and asked.

"No, I don't want to go to war with Sejuani." Ashe shook her head slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

"The skin armor can make you invisible. I can help you hide your body. The Winter Claw won't be able to find you."

Ashe looked at the scar running across the middle of her palm, which was the mark left by the blood alliance she and Sejuani had made. After hesitating for a while, she decided to take a look at this most familiar stranger whom she had not seen for ten years.

"I'm going out for a while and will be back in a while. Don't worry about me." Ashe grabbed the ice bow and walked out of the cave, like a whistling north wind, leaving several people looking at each other in bewilderment.

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A mammoth with six or seven spears and dozens of arrows piercing its body. The thick fur on its body was mottled and messy, and the blood stains stuck together into clusters of icicles.

Even from a distance it is clear that it is dying, but like all creatures of the Freljord, it fights desperately to stay alive.

It struggled to wade through the snow and climbed up the slope, its heavy footsteps leaving a streak of scarlet behind it, disturbing the tranquility of the snow surface. Its furious roar shook the valley and could trigger an avalanche at any time.

For the past week, Sejuani of the Winter's Claw has been leading her group of hunters on the hunt for the mammoth.

The mammoth's fur was harder and thicker than the bark of the ironwood trees on the Ornkal Rock, and it withstood all their spears and bows. A single touch from its serrated tusks was enough to turn a fully armed warrior into a bloody corpse. With a single charge, it broke through the encirclement of swords and axes and fled to the pine-covered high slopes.

This hunting team of ten people could not stop the powerful mammoth, and could only follow the lone injured prey like a pack of wolves smelling blood, not letting it return to the pack, not giving it the chance to find food or drink water... blocking any chance for it to breathe, until it died of blood loss and mental exhaustion.

There is no glory or honor in a successful hunt.

The purpose of hunting is to make the prey injured, bleeding, and exhausted, until it is unable to fight back, and then kill the prey at the lowest cost.

But the balance of victory did not tilt towards them as time passed. The cunning mammoth used the illusion of exhaustion to trick them into coming forward to check the situation, and then suddenly jumped up and beat them violently. The unprepared warriors were picked up by the mammoth's tusks and fell to pieces on the rocks.

In addition, they were attacked by a group of wild claws. The beasts were attracted by the smell of mammoth blood, but regarded the hunters' Winter Claw as prey. The reason was simple: they thought that a few humans were easier to deal with than a wounded mammoth.

After a fierce battle, the Winter Claw's counterattack left two Crazy Claws, but the beasts also dragged away two of their warriors. Two for two, it was a draw. If we consider the appetite of both sides and the amount of meat produced by the spoils, the Winter Claw actually made a lot of money.

But Sejuani wasn't happy at all.

Of the ten warriors she led when she set out, only seven are left now. In her heart, they are all elite hunters and brave warriors.

Moreover, the direction in which the prey fled...

"If we let this beast run any further south, it will reach Avarosan territory."

The one who spoke was a hooded rider beside her. His voice was muffled by his fur collar, and Sejuani could only see a pair of bloodshot eyes. As soon as he approached, Bristle began to growl from deep in his throat, so Sejuani reached out and stroked his rough and hard mane to soothe him.

She lifted Bristle's reins, and the giant Juvask boar grunted in displeasure and shook its head impatiently. The smell of mammoth blood filled its nostrils, and the mounts under her command were all alert and uneasy because of the mammoth not far away, but Bristle was eager to fight.

"Urkas, what are you worried about?" Sejuani loosened the frozen scarf in front of her mouth and nose, letting the wind and snow whip her cheeks.

She was actually very clear about the current situation. The Enyuk herd that the Winter Claw usually went into the mountains to plunder had been driven to the lowlands in the south where the grass was lush, and the fish in the Sea of Frozen had been isolated under the thick ice cover.

The weather is getting colder, and the sources of food are getting fewer and fewer. As the Winter's Claw grows stronger, the food storage is consumed faster and faster. If they don't bring enough food back, then this winter will be very difficult. Such a large prey is enough for the entire Winter's Claw to eat for a week - in Freljord, living one more day, one more hour, or even one more breath is a gain.

She couldn't give up this prey, but if...

Urcas nodded at the mammoth three hundred yards away. "What if our prey refuses to turn back and fight to the death, and plunges into Rakstak? Warmother, you don't want to deliver the prey to Ashe with your own hands, do you?"

"Humph, if she dares to eat it, I'll make her spit it out." Sejuani snorted coldly. Her eyes flashed the light blue of winter, and her tone was colder than the cold wind in the mountains.

Ashe, her fellow sister, the betrayer of her oath.

Sejuani has vowed to fight this "good sister" to the death if she sees her again, but the existing situation will not change because of a harsh word.

If their prey got into Ashe's territory, there was no way they could challenge the largest tribe in the Freljord with just a few of them.

At this moment, a burly figure appeared. Standing on flat ground, his height was as high as that of Sejuani and Urkas while they were riding.

"I found a village with an unfinished wall nearby, just over the woods." Olaf of Lockefar strode towards the two men. This time, Steelmane did not growl in impatience, because he knew very well that the red-bearded berserker wearing a horned helmet was a human-shaped beast.

The Rockfa Peninsula is one of the most wild and coldest areas in the entire Freljord. Only those with fire in their blood can withstand the environment there.

And Olaf is more Lokhar than any Lokhar.

"Olaf, aren't you looking for death?" Sejuani narrowed her eyes.

"I'm just giving you one more choice. Don't snatch the opponent I like." Olaf's pale eyes were burning with longing, looking forward to touching the thing on the top of the mountain.

"Oh, you are worthy of me."

Sejuani had to admit that she was amused by Olaf. This most burly Freljord man she had ever seen was prophesied to die of old age. For a Lokfar warrior, this was as shameful as drowning in troll feces. That was why Olaf was so fanatical about dying gloriously in battle.

Olaf's return brought new choices, and it was time for her, the war mother, to make a decision.

They could continue to track the injured mammoth, but they might lose the prey to Avarosa and get trapped in a siege. Or they could plunder the villages on the edge of Avarosa, which would be easy to get before the wall was built.

The former is risky but also rewarding, enough food to sustain the Winter Claw for a week. The latter is less rewarding but basically impossible to fail, as plundering is commonplace for Sejuani.

Sejuani could see that the crazy Olaf wanted to fight the mammoth to the death, while the rational majority preferred the latter, which would also give Avarosa some warning.

She and the steel mane under her were more inclined to the former. But from the perspective of a war mother, she had to consider the majority. How long can the food in the territory last... Just as Sejuani was calculating the consequences, a rustling sound reached her ears.

Chapter 258: Conspiring Loudly

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Sejuani saw a snow leopard running towards her and subconsciously clenched the North Wind Flail in her hand, but after seeing the rosary on the snow leopard's neck, she loosened her grip on the weapon.

When the snow leopard came to her and transformed into a human form, Sejuani immediately asked in the tone of a war mother: "Where is our shaman?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch up with the boar spirit." Udyr snorted, "But on the way back, I saw a village nearby, and it didn't have a wall."

"You are late, Udyr. I have already explored the village." Olaf said.

"It's not too late. I was wondering whether I should confront that mammoth head-on. Your arrival gives me more confidence." Sejuani pulled the reins to calm Bronze down. She knew very well that her mount's violent temper would directly affect the man in front of her.

"Then attack immediately, otherwise the mammoth will run into the enemy's territory." Udyr pointed to the cliff in the distance and said, "I can lead it to the edge of the cliff and leave it with no way to retreat. Then, trust in axe and muscle, claws and teeth. The old way."

"I'm counting on you." Sejuani nodded, watching Udyr transform into a Frostfang Wolf again and follow the blood trail, the fangs in his mouth emitting a cold light like pure ice.Plum trees are not in the forest. I chant the forest. There is no forest. There is a chant......

Ashe arrived at the scene at about this time. She had lost the snow leopard, but fortunately the sentinel eagle helped her find the trail of the hunting team. She watched from afar as Udyr transformed into a frosttooth wolf and entered the pine forest, while the hunting team followed slowly behind.

When he got close enough, Udyr began to imitate the howling of wolves. The injured mammoth immediately quickened its pace and ran. At the same time, more blood spilled from the wound, which was extremely dazzling when it fell on the white snow.

It wasn't long before the mammoth was driven to a dead end and fell to his knees at the edge of a cliff.

This was good news, but Sejuani looked stern.

Because she knew that the mammoth was about to turn around and fight them to the death. This time they would face the king of Freljord head-on and could not retreat. The real challenge was about to begin.

Sejuani slid off Bristleman's back, and her fellow hunters followed suit, stepping onto the snow and unhooking their thick-handled spears from their mounts. She untied the straps on her back and unleashed her great flail, Winter's Wrath.

Other people's True Ice weapons have a small piece of True Ice embedded in the handle for enchantment, but Sejuani's hammer head is a whole piece of True Ice, which directly uses the True Ice itself to attack. Judging from the ice content alone, it is far superior to other weapons.

The moment she grasped the flail, the deathly cold of the True Ice came over her along the thick iron chain. Sejuani felt the pain, and blue crystal lines began to appear under her skin, spreading along the blood vessels in her forearms to the muscles of her shoulders and arms. She exhaled cold air that was like a knife cutting her, and her blue eyes began to glow with a faint white light.

Urcas drew out his great sword, the hilt of which was made of the jawbone of a frost-tooth wolf, a blade that could split mountains and cut rocks.

"It should have been done long ago!" Olaf took out his giant axe with great momentum, spitting saliva, and went straight into a berserk state.

Seeing that everyone was ready to fight, Sejuani took a step forward and pointed the flail at the mammoth.

The mammoth stared at her hand with venom, its bones were so hard and thick that it could only hit the heart if it stood up.

“Rise,” she commanded. “You are the king of the Freljord. You will not die on your knees.”

The beast seemed to gain strength from her words, struggling to stand up, raising its head and roaring unrestrainedly. The roar caused the snow to fall from the treetops, and even the storm raging on the top of the mountain retreated a little.

“We will give you a spectacular death,” Sejuani said.

“An honorable death…” Olaf uttered through gritted teeth. Sejuani wasn’t sure whose death he was talking about.

During these seven days, he had always wanted to rush over and kill the mammoth, but Sejuani had always restrained him and prevented him from making impulsive moves.

He shifted the axe back and forth between his calloused hands. Although both were True Ice weapons, his axe looked shabby next to Sejuani's flail.

It was not cold enough, and was suppressed by his boiling blood, so it could not play the role of a True Ice weapon. But it was sharp, and after many life-and-death experiences with Olaf, they had already developed an unspeakable tacit understanding.

The hunters of the Winter Claw spread out their formation, holding spears to flank the mammoth from both sides, while the main four faced the enemy head-on. The giant beast charged forward despite its injuries, stirring up black stone and blood ice.

Sejuani and Urkas jumped to the side to avoid being trampled by the giant beast, while Olaf rushed forward without dodging, roaring and leaping towards the mammoth with his battle axe raised high.

His battle axe struck the mammoth's head, but it only penetrated a finger's width before deflecting from the thick skull. The mammoth flicked its tusks contemptuously and threw the berserker behind it.