Void Beetle Evolution Guide

As the war mother of the largest tribe in the south, even if she couldn't shout fiercely and savagely to avoid frightening others, she should at least show the composure and calmness she should have shown.

“Let me do it.” Ashe grabbed Wild Hunt’s arm, tilted her head slightly to look at him, and her eyes were filled with the shimmering light of spring water.

Wild Hunt was somewhat surprised, but then nodded slightly. His gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, was fixed on Ashe.

Aisha gently bit her lower lip, her cautious demeanor exuding a unique charm. She placed her hand on Wild Hunt's broad shoulders, slowly rose, adjusted her posture, and straddled him.

Her upper body emerged from the hot spring, like a lotus rising from the water. Crystal-clear water droplets clung to her skin, reflecting a captivating glow in the warm, intoxicating candlelight.

A pair of snow-capped peaks, as delicate as mutton fat jade, appeared even whiter and brighter under the moisture, with a faint pink hue, like peach blossoms blooming in spring, tender and dewy, so beautiful that one could not take their eyes off them.

"I think I'll wrap myself in a towel; my upper body gets a bit cold if I don't soak it," Ashe said, hugging her chest.

"Okay, don't catch a cold." Wild Hunt handed her a towel from the wooden tub by the pool.

As someone with the bloodline of ice, Ashe had never actually known what it felt like to be cold. It was actually the Wild Hunt's burning gaze that made her acutely aware of her own physical beauty for the first time, which ironically made her somewhat reserved.

After wrapping herself in a towel, everything was ready. Ashe took a deep breath, spread her legs, squatted on the top of the Wild Hunt's spear, and slowly sat down, aiming it at the entrance.

A splash of crimson spread across the water, and the stinging pain from below made Aisha furrow her brow. However, she didn't panic; this level of pain was nothing to a War Mother.

"Has no one told you that it always hurts a little the first time, but it will feel better soon," Wild Hunt said gently, supporting Aisha's waist.

"...No, we consider pain a disgrace and don't talk about it easily."

Aisha then realized that she had crossed the threshold of womanhood, and a strange sense of accomplishment rose within her. Without further hesitation, she continued to explore until her lower abdomen was filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

The Freljord people have a strong reproductive instinct. Not to mention that they don't particularly hide from others when they mate, they have often seen animals mating while herding or hunting.

Through constant exposure, one can gain a general understanding even without specific instruction and integrate it into actual combat. Ashe, with this attitude of practical exploration, felt guided by her body's instincts.

Recalling the earlier movements of the hunter's fingers going in and out, Ashe realized that the piston motion was the key.

She tried to lift her hips and sit down again, but the surrounding water did not create buoyancy as she had expected; instead, it became an obstacle.

The tight inner enclosure creates a vacuum negative pressure when the two are combined in the water, making them firmly adhered and impossible to pull out.

Aisha panicked immediately; lack of experience would make her look down on by the other War Mothers.

She began to twist and sway her hips, trying to squeeze out a gap large enough for the water to pass through. But the Wild Hunt's hardness exceeded her expectations; instead of helping, her twisting felt like a backscratcher had scratched her sensitive spot.

A wonderful pleasure far surpassing the previous one broke through the blockade of pain. Aisha understood and began to writhe, guiding the back scratcher to scratch every inaccessible corner.

As she writhed, the bath towel on her body soaked up water like a sponge, becoming semi-transparent and clinging tightly to Aisha's body, once again showcasing her alluring curves.

After a few rounds, the pleasure gradually overwhelmed the pain, coursing through her body like an electric current, causing Aisha to spasm uncontrollably, and she didn't even feel the heavy, wet towel slowly slipping off her body.

Then Wild Hunt discovered that Ashe hadn't even moved much, yet the walls of her flesh were already churning, and a large gush of fluid was flowing out. Her delicate body trembled as she sat on him. (The last part, "梅有林林想咏空你林在在没呢," is a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly. It's likely a result of OCR errors.)

This won't do.

Wild Hunt immediately grabbed Ashe's buttocks, lifted her out of the water, and then turned and placed her on the rocks by the pool.

"Wait...wait a minute...I want to change positions!"

The towel had completely slipped off, and Aisha made up another excuse, claiming that it was a bit cold with her back against the ground. In reality, she felt extremely embarrassed by the way she was lying on the ground with her legs raised and spread apart.

Wild Hunt frowned. Ashe's behavior clearly gave him a sense of restraint; she never fully immersed herself in the game.

"You still haven't completely let go of your pride. In order to ensure that we both have a good experience, I won't let you lead me by the nose anymore."

"I did say that, but I—"

"Stop making excuses." After saying that, Wild Hunt grabbed Ashe's waist and eagerly pushed her into the entrance before she could even turn her back and support herself with her hands.

"Wait... I... I still can't!" Aisha screamed out of control. The afterglow of the previous climax had not yet faded when the sudden intense stimulation instantly broke through her limit.

Her brain seemed to connect with her lower body, and wave after wave of tingling sensations caused a throbbing in Aisha's mind, as if a blood vessel was constantly pulsating against her eardrum, making a deafening, pulsating sound, and she unconsciously became wet again.

Not only that, the Mad Hunter also kept kneading her breasts with his large hands, and occasionally roughly twisted her nipples with his fingers. Her bones went limp as her weak spot was pinched, and even her ears began to turn red, with a hot buzzing echoing in them.

Ashe struggled to support herself on the ground with both hands, but her face kept uncontrollably lifting closer and closer until she had to press her entire forehead against the ground. Her expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure; when she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with absurd images of wild thrashing about, and more and more liquid flowed down her cheeks like a burst dam.

As the Wild Hunt relentlessly attacked, Ashe's efforts to maintain her composure gradually crumbled, and soon she could only stick out her tongue and scream wildly, revealing a side of herself she had never shown before. A few strands of messy hair clung to the corners of her mouth, glistening with saliva.

After a barrage of harsh words and actions, Ashe finally understood what real sex was.

Within her, the wild nature of the Freljord was unleashed. After the Wild Hunt surrendered its ammunition, she immediately launched a beast-like counterattack, crushing them once again with the perfect riding technique...

Chapter 346 Inseparable

After a round of fun, the hot spring pool once again became a cozy haven for rest.

The misty steam lingered on the water's surface as the two returned to the hot spring to soak and replenish the heat lost from the evaporation of the water droplets.

Wild Hunt settled comfortably against the rocky wall of the pool, the warm spring water gently enveloping his body.

Ashe glided into his arms like a nimble fish, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck affectionately, completely different from her previous awkwardness.

Her hair swayed gently in the spring water, carrying a faint fragrance that the hunter couldn't help but inhale.

However, this position only allowed the water level to reach above the navel, leaving her snow-white breasts exposed to the cold air, trembling proudly upright, beautiful yet freezing.

So Ashe grabbed Wild Hunt's arm again, guiding his broad, warm hands to cover her breasts, warming them up again so they wouldn't catch a cold.

Compared to her initial shyness, Ashe's interaction with Wild Hunt now became natural and smooth, and even the air was filled with a sweet atmosphere.

Emotions can regulate themselves; what made Ashe transform so drastically was the tranquility that followed the madness.

After showing such an embarrassing side, she no longer feels there's anything shameful about it. She has completely let go of her pride and will no longer blush easily in front of the Wild Hunt.

Faced with Ashe's initiative, Wild Hunt naturally did not refuse, and gently kneaded her soft breasts with both hands.

No man can resist the urge to rub this area once he places his hand on it, even if his desire has just been fully released.

“Oh, right, Kasha asked me to say goodbye. They had already left when I came to find you,” Wild Hunt said, not forgetting why he had come.

"Isn't it inappropriate to talk about other women right after we finished?" Aisha's tone was somewhat reproachful, but her expression didn't show any real resistance.

A powerful Warmother can rightfully have multiple Blood Oaths, and conversely, she doesn't care about the fact that the Wild Hunt has multiple Families.

Wild Hunt shrugged and said, "I don't think I'll have a suitable opportunity to speak if things continue like this. Besides, aren't we doing it right now?"

The underwater world is not as calm as it appears on the surface. Although Ashe is just sitting in the Wild Hunt's arms, the two are actually still perfectly connected.

Not only does the surface of the body need to be immersed in the warm spring water, but the body also needs to absorb the intense heat from within at close range, making the whole body feel warm and no longer empty.

Women who have tasted the sweetness of love often become inseparable, and after being honest, Ashe no longer hides her desires, even when sitting and chatting, she sticks to Wild Hunt like glue.

"Yeah, that's true. So when do you plan to go see them?"

Ashe's cheeks flushed slightly as she realized she might be too attached to the time she spent with Wild Hunt. Though she asked this aloud, her legs tightened even more, unwilling to let Wild Hunt leave.

Her subtle gesture revealed her intentions, which made Wild Hunt chuckle. "I can wait until Kai'Sa calls me, but what about you?"

"If you want to witness the endurance of the Frostblood lineage, I can grant your wish," Ashe said confidently.

“But you just got back to camp, and you must have a lot of things to deal with, right? Not getting proper rest will affect your judgment.”

“I may need to attend a few meetings, but outside of meetings, we can work together, eat together, sleep together… Actually, my bed curtains are always a bit empty.”

This meant a place had been reserved for him. Wild Hunt's fingers tightened, and the pain in his chest caused Ashe to let out a soft, passionate moan.

"If you can remain expressionless, I can stay with you in my armor form, even during meetings..."

……

After the meeting in the longhouse tent, Sejuani felt a surge of anger.

The previous attempt to seize the urn resulted in the deaths of 90% of the warriors she led. Not daring to admit that she had returned empty-handed, she had no choice but to tell the truth that Lissandra had taken the urn, and to let those of her tribe in need go to the Frostguard's outposts to beg for food.

Most people sympathized with Sejuani over this outcome, as the high casualty rate clearly demonstrated the brutality of the war. Before this, everyone thought Sejuani was insane, attempting to seize the urns from the Lost Ones' territory; this result was beyond expectation.

Sejuani didn't want sympathy; she wanted to see her people's anger towards Lissandra, thus diverting the conflict elsewhere. However, very few people were willing to blame Lissandra for the situation.

Just as she feared, the prophet Wilhelm, upon learning that she had not brought back any raw meat, prophesied great suffering.

He circled the brazier several times, his cloak of raven feathers reflecting the orange-red firelight. He told the assembled leaders of the various paisleys that this winter would bring them unprecedented harshness, while praising Lissandra's despicable acts.

It is said that Sejuani's theft angered the Bearmen, who, being vengeful, would surely try to reclaim the Great Jar. Only the powerful Frostguard could protect it, and it was the Frost Witch's mercy that saved people's livelihoods.

Remembering Ashe's warning, Sejuani suddenly realized that it was this Frost Priestess who had leaked their information to Lissandra, which was why that incident had occurred.

So she immediately banished this troublesome old man from the tribe. The tribe's warriors, respecting tradition, dared not lay a hand on the prophet, so she sent Udir to secretly follow him and kill him after Wilyael left the camp.

Udyr and Lissandra were already enemies, so he had no qualms about harming the Prophet. As a negligent father, he was willing to handle these shady matters for his daughter.

After the meeting, the Claws of Winter split into two factions.

One faction plans to go to Lissandra to beg for food. These people had previously suggested going south to befriend the Avarosan in exchange for food; they are the conservatives in Winter's Claw. Once they integrate into the more peaceful life, they are unlikely to return.

The other faction intends to continue following Sejuani, after all, the Frostguard's militaristic management and brainwashing are not something everyone can tolerate. Give me liberty or give me death.

Sejuani's warriors were almost entirely wiped out, and the other Claws who went out hunting fared no better—Swoyek's Claws had snatched six Eniuks from the Avarosa herders; they were supposed to migrate to the lush pastures, but had delayed for too long. Hefnar's small group hunted a small group of horned seals, fortunately trapped on land by ice floes frozen to the shore.

Although there are far fewer mouths to feed, this will only allow the remaining people to eat their fill for another half month. We still need to find another way.

Gunnak slapped the tattoo on his chest with his battle axe, demanding that they lead their respective claws into the Avarosa's territory and fight to the death.

After experiencing this, Sejuani's opinion of the Avarosans changed considerably, and she was no longer willing to push things to the brink. Moreover, such an action would undoubtedly be suicidal.

Others suggested organizing another hunt. After all, weren't the current days and food supplies enough to sustain another expedition?

Everyone nodded in agreement, but the hunters' leader, Valluki, calculated that their food might not be enough for the hunt.

Hunting is not always successful; if it fails, the remaining people will starve to death before the hunting party returns.

Just then, a scout brought a third option.

He discovered a massive spear in the pale lands to the east. The spear had been frozen beneath the ice, unknown to anyone, but for some reason, the snow covering it had melted away, allowing him to find it. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

The scouts believed that Winter's Claw could use the spears to strengthen their tribe and then try to reclaim the Great Jar from Lissandra to avenge their previous defeat.

So Sejuani decided to send Clawed Out hunting again, while she took some men and went to investigate the location of Warspear.

Chapter 347 Giant War Spear

The pale land resembled broken bones abandoned by the gods, and the sprawling ice plains appeared lifeless gray-white under the thin sunlight.

The ground is covered with cracked ice fissures, like the claw marks of an ancient behemoth, and the exposed rock layers are jagged like rotten teeth. When the gale sweeps across the ice field, it emits a shrill whistle like the wails of the dead.

In some areas, ancient frozen runes are faintly visible beneath the ice. The glowing characters flicker in the darkness, as if telling a story of taboos buried by time.

Legend has it that this place was once a battlefield where the ancestors of Freyr united to fight against a bloodthirsty god from elsewhere. They paid a heavy price to finally defeat and seal the god here. But as a result, the place lost its vitality and became barren.

A biting wind swept across the barren land. Sejuani, led by a scout, trudged through knee-deep snow with a scramble through her elite ten-man squad. The snow crunched underfoot, each step feeling as if they were about to be swallowed by the icy expanse. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and are not translated.)

Suddenly, Steelmane beneath her let out a low growl from deep within its throat. Sejuani yanked on Steelmane's reins, ordering the mountain-sized beast to come to a steady stop at the edge of the snow.

Before everyone's eyes, a patch of bare ice suddenly appeared. The ice gleamed with a cold light in the dim light of the sky, like a huge, broken mirror, radiating a chill.

The enormous weapon was frozen under the ice. It was an exaggerated double-pronged spear, exuding extraordinary power. The spearhead alone was more than ten meters long, as if it could tear the sky apart.

The rest is buried deep under thick snow, its extent unknown, giving one a profound sense of powerlessness as a small, lonely boat faces a giant sea monster.

"By the Mother of Fearlessness! How... how can this weapon be so huge? Can we really take it back?!" Urkas's eyes widened, his gaze filled with shock.

“This isn’t just a question of whether we can bring it back.” Sejuani frowned deeply, jumping off the back of the Juvask boar, her feet sinking into the snow as she stared at the spear beneath the ice. A sense of unease rose within her: “Don’t you find it strange? This weapon is so conspicuously displayed here, why has no one noticed it before?”

Upon seeing this, the scout quickly stepped forward to explain, "This weapon has only recently appeared. Not long ago, a voice guided me here, and I happened to see the snow erupting, which revealed what was under the ice."

"A clue?" Sejuani pondered, pacing slowly around the ice, trying to find a hidden flaw from every angle. She muttered to herself, "Could this be a trap set by Lissandra? It's too much of a coincidence..."

Having been tricked by Lissandra, Sejuani is now in a state of extreme paranoia, suspecting the Frost Witch of any hidden manipulation in everything she does.

“That voice doesn’t sound human,” the scout replied.

"What's there to be afraid of! If its owner were still alive, I would definitely have a good fight with him!" Olaf shouted fearlessly, holding a giant axe, and jumped off the ice to start chiseling at the surface, causing ice crystals to fly everywhere.

However, no one stopped him, because the ice wasn't that thin, and they wanted to test its firmness first.

“I’ve got an idea! Is it possible that this is a divine artifact created by Ornn? The only craftsman I can think of who could create such a massive weapon is the demigod Ornn,” Urkas said. “Legend has it that Ornn initially created three tools, and he threw the fork to the east. The Pale Lands are located to the east of Freljord, and this spear is shaped similarly to the fork, just a bit bigger.”

Urkas's statement sounds reasonable and well-founded, and most people really can't find any evidence to refute it.

Only the Wild Hunt knew that Ornn had actually thrown the trident far, farther than the Pale Lands, as far as the sea off Bilgewater, where it was picked up by Fizz, the Tide Spirit, and used as his weapon, the Trident of Poseidon.

Fortunately, there was someone in Sejuani's team who knew Ornn quite well.

“I don’t sense any similar aura from this weapon to the Great Urn. This spear is definitely not from the hand of Ornn.” Udyr stood to the side, his brow furrowed. “It could only be a weapon carried by a legendary alien deity.”

"Anything, as long as it helps us get revenge! Come down and help us!" Olaf shouted from below.

"That's the only way." Sejuani couldn't see any downsides for the time being, and she couldn't just sit idly by and ignore such an opportunity, so she ordered everyone to take their gear and jump down to mine.

The warriors she brought were all quite strong, some of them being Iceborn with extraordinary stamina. In addition, Udyr could transform into a ram and spew lava, so the excavation progress was relatively fast.

By nightfall, the weakest point on the ice had been dug down to within a fist's width, a success that made Sejuani somewhat uneasy.