Sfant swung a fatal blow straightforward, and while rushing forward, Zhenbing's sharp axe roared and cut through the air, leaving behind a trace of ice mist.

It was not until this time that Ashe discovered that the ice crystals embedded in the axe handle were covered with the sharp blade with cold frost.

This blow was enough to split an adult ice troll in half, Ashe avoided backwards, and at the same time picked up the arrows that had fallen at her feet before the enemy archer. She did not carry the quiver with her, because she could create magic arrows out of thin air with just hooking her fingers, but now this effect on Sphenter is weak.

Zhenbing Axe chopped the rocks where Ash was hiding into pieces. She quickly used a bow to shoot arrows, but the giant wolf under Sfant was already pounced on her with oppressive power.

Ashe was thrown to the ground by the giant wolf, and the bloody mouth that was so huge that it could tear the head of Enuk suddenly reached into her face. Ashe used the ice bow to press the giant wolf's fangs in time, and the deadly cold air instantly spread from the bow body, turning the giant wolf from head to tail into an ice sculpture.

"How dare you!" Sphenter was furious, his eyes widened, and swung his sharp axe to slash him head-on.

Ashe was crushed under the giant wolf ice sculpture and could not hide, and it seemed that he could not escape the fate of melting the ice and snow.

I wonder if this was in her mind, Ashe aimed the bow and arrow in her hand at the bloody mouth of the giant wolf ice sculpture, and when Sfanter leaped into the sky, he released the bowstring.

The arrow cast by cold iron immediately broke the ice sculpture, drilled out from the back of the giant wolf, and nailed it into Sfanter's eye socket with great accuracy.

The Zhenbing Axe landed several points away from Ash's ear, freezing a strand of her white hair and then shattered it. Sfanter's body fell from the broken ice sculpture of his mount, and buried half of his body in the snow deep in his knees.

The cold blood flowed out of the eye sockets along the arrows and did not freeze at low temperatures. This scene is strange in Frelljord, and only the blood of the iceborne can flow freely in the cold.

Ashe quickly stood up, and after being delayed by Sfanter, the people from the Scar Tribe had surrounded her.

She held a bow and confronted her, and the people pointed at by the arrow made commotional sounds. It seemed that there were no ice people left among the remaining people, and no one dared to approach her at the risk of being frozen into an ice sculpture.

"War Mother Ashe, if I put down my weapon, I can consider not killing you." Flana grinned. Ashe was in front of her, she could not control her smile when she thought of this.

As for those who sacrificed for this Scar Tribe? As long as Ashe is taken down, those sacrifices are worth it, and battles are never immune to death.

"You are the ones who should put down their weapons." Ashe said without changing his face: "If you surrender now, I can invite you to enter the tent and have a warm muddy wine."

"What a joke, you killed so many of us!" A voice roared, filled with murderous intent that he wished he could swallow her alive.

Flana reached out and asked the man to retreat, staring at Ashe's every move.

"My Mother Ash, are you saying true?" Flena smiled maliciously. "Even if we robbed Avarosa's village, burned the village and threw the bodies of the soldiers and still had crows pecking at them, can you reconcile with us without grudges?"

Flana's harsh laughter came into her ears, and then furious surged into Ashe's heart. She should have frozen Flana into an ice sculpture with one arrow, warning everyone who dared to hurt her tribe. But Zhenbing sent a familiar biting cold to her arms, calming her mind.

"As long as you put down your weapons, I will do what I say!" Ashe carefully controlled her grief. What she wanted to lead her tribe on was not the road of revenge. If the Scar Tribe could put down her weapons and seek peace, she could accept them without grudges.

"My mother Ash, your generosity is admirable. But I have to say that you betrayed Freljord's tradition, betrayed your sister Sejonni, and betrayed your mother Glena. Let me teach you how to treat the enemy!" The scars on Freljord's face were twisted together, and they were entangled into a cruel smile.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ashe immediately turned around and shot an arrow at the campfire, trying to warn the tribesmen with this. But Flena stared at her all the time and threw out the zipline first.

The pivot wrapped around Ashe's feet and tripped her to the ground over and over again. Ashe shot an arrow and landed in the snow.

The ice bow came out of his hand and landed on the snow that Ash could not reach. Flena slid down from the saddle of her mount and walked to Ash.

"Why are you taking over the good territory? Ashe, you distribute the food to the weak who should have died in the battle. You are despising the law of survival of the ice field, you have caused us to suffer from hunger and fire, and your existence is the greatest insult to us."

Flena said, as she tied Ashe's hands and feet tightly with thick ropes.

She felt that it was precisely because of the existence of Ashe that all the weak people who should have been robbed by them gathered on the territory of Avarosa. This made fewer and fewer villages they could rob, and they had to find the hard-to-get tribes to attack. The battle became more and more difficult, the losses became greater and greater, and survival became difficult.

On the other hand, the Avarosa people were obviously a group of soft-boys who were not good at fighting, but they occupied the richest land of Freljod. They only needed to do some simple work that did not have to risk their lives to make them have enough food and clothing, and were not afraid of hunger and cold, which was really jealous.

"Now, I want to let you see the cruelty of the Ice Field."

Flena's expression became more and more ferocious. She tied Ashe's ankle with one end of the rope, then wrapped the other end around her arm for a few circles. She turned over and rode on her mount, kicked her feet, and the Juvasque wild boar under her immediately roared and ran.

As the rope tightened, Ashe felt a pulling force coming from under her feet, and her whole body was pulled and slid on the snow uncontrollably.

With her eyes closed and squinted, she resisted the white Pilian who was drowning in her eyes, Ashe forced herself to calm down. Her tribe members still needed her. She could not be taken away by the enemy. She had to find a way to return to the camp.

The strong desire to survive dominated her body. She was quick-witted and hung the rope between her hands on the branches passing by, trying to pull the rope between the two to drag Flena down from her mount. However, the impact of Juvasque's running was too great, and she directly pulled off the branch that Ash had hoped for.

The rope grinds her wrist with blood marks. Ashe took a breath of air conditioning, and the cold turned the scratch into a burning pain. And just as she was desperately looking for his method, she found a spaceship sailing in the air, suddenly emerged from the blizzard and passed by low above the scar tribe.
Chapter completed!