The afternoon sun is hanging high on the gray sky, and the sunlight emitted is not enough to drive away the coldness of the north. As soon as the north wind blows, you can immediately feel the biting cold wind hanging over your clothes.

The silver-winged dragon birds hid above the clouds and chased each other in the lush bushes. Silas walked through the forest with a plundering group, rushing to the south step by step.

Their target is Miyin City, the second city in Demacia, which is not as difficult as Xiongdu. It has a lot of troops and a large amount of supplies, which is enough to support Silas' comeback.

When the tall white walls of Miyin City appeared in sight, Silas ordered everyone to stop.

"Stop, we'll lurk until dark here, and wait until we get into the city in the dark at night and catch them off guard."

He stopped and reached out to stop the group of wild boar riders behind him. Because he was the only one who was walking, he became gasping for the first time after walking for several hours.

Silas was wearing fur clothes that kept warm, her black hair tied into a loose ponytail behind her head, her haggard beard covered her chin, and a pair of iron chains were dragged behind her. The iron chains were connected to a pair of strangely shaped and huge handcuffs, with a pale stone texture, which was firmly clamped on his wrist... Strangely, his every move was very natural, as if he had long been used to the heavy iron chains on his hands, and he was lifting heavy weights.

"Continue to move forward, the fighting style of the Winter Claw Tribe is to highlight a quick battle. If you stop at this time, it will only make me feel that this is a trap. You are luring the enemy deeper and waiting for the Demacians to come around and catch us all in one place."

Flena, the leader of the robbery group, spoke up and questioned Silas's decision. She rode a huge Juvasque wild boar. This wild boar is a species unique to the ice field. The cold environment will make the animals living there evolve unprecedentedly large in size. They have fangs thicker than human hands and thick and warm manes.

Scar mother Flena grabbed the reins and stopped beside Silas. Her majestic figure was sitting on the Vasque wild boar. The giant beast with fangs roared irritably, and a hoof stepped heavily on the ground, staring at Silas maliciously. Flena kicked it hard, calming it down.

Flena couldn't listen to the weak southern language in Silas's mouth. The communication between the two of them was translated by the accompanying Shamanka. Shaman Solva rode on a slightly smaller Juvasque wild boar. Even in the warmer Demaciari, the cold weather could still freeze the thin-clothed person to death, but she did not wear heavy fur coats.

She had naked arms, and indigo tattoos were wrapped around her, directly exposed to the cold north wind, but she did not feel any discomfort because the threat of the severe cold had long failed to work on her.

All Frelljods knew that Sister Frost was integrated with the cold, and it was said that this was a gift from the old god...

From the time I picked up this weird Demacian on the ice of Freljode, Frena didn't believe him from the bottom of her heart and wanted to slash him with one knife and continue to rob the Avarosa tribe.

However, the frost nun Solva, who had temporarily joined the robbery group, insisted on saving him. He also said that this was God's will, and he gained the recognition of other superstitious warriors in the tribe, and changed the destination of the robbery from Freljod to Demacia.

Behind her, the rest of the Winter Claws raided the reins, waiting for their scar mother and shaman Kasolva to give instructions. They slid down the saddle, stretched their waists and backs, and moved their numb legs and feet.

Frelljord's tribe has always been a matriarchal social group, so women are often the ones who serve as leaders and other important positions in the tribe.

"It's easy to do things when it's dark. I've taken you secretly past Demacia's border guard. If I don't believe me now, then I have nothing to say."

Silas shook his head, not afraid of the huge wild boar, nor was he afraid of the strong scar mother with three knives with him.

Sometimes he also thought about whether it was too extreme to bring a group of barbarians to plunder his homeland, but when he thought of what the Demacians did to him for fifteen years after they imprisoned him, Silas was furious and felt that this was a natural retribution.

Thinking of those mage accomplices who followed him to Freljord to look for magic, they fell one by one and were taken away by blizzards, hidden cracks and brutal beasts. From then on, he had no way to go.

He had already incited considerable resistance in Demacia, and he ignited the fire of rebellion. He wanted to see the fall of the monarch and nobles of Demacia, so he needed more fuel to make the flames really burn!

And he had also found this fuel, which was the powerful icy magic, so he could not give up at such a critical moment. Even if he understood that once this matter was done, he would go from a grassroots hero who had sought justice for the suffering mages in Demacia to a complete national traitor, but he would not hesitate to do so.

Everything is to liberate this country! Liberate the shackles of defiled demons!

"Be good, Ice Teeth." Solva said. She gently patted the violent mount, and the bone amulets and totems wrapped around her wrist made a clattering sound.

"Selas brought the oracle of the three sisters. As long as he obeyed his arrangements, whether it was real money or food, it was at your fingertips."

Shaman Kasolva was the first to get off his mount and leaned against a bush, indicating that he was willing to stop and rest.

Shamanka is a person who dreams of the will of God, and in Freljod, even the strongest matriarch must know how to respect the old faith.

As soon as she spoke, Flena, who is a scar mother, had to think about it.

The most powerful warrior in this robbery group is an Iceman named Brockval Iron Fist. This burly Iceman warrior has been a fan of Flena for nearly ten years and occasionally her lover.

He was half a head taller than the second strong soldier under her, and was so powerful that he could raise one head on the ground, which was very worthy of entrusting.

He carried a broad sword Dongtan on his back. This sword is a legend among the Winter Claw tribe, and has been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years. An unmelted ice is embedded in the hilt of Dongtan's sword, and the cold white frost wrapped around the sword blade. Anyone outside the Ice Generation wants to pick it up, including Flena, will suffer great pain and even die.

If he had any weakness, it was superstition. He felt that everything he saw was a sign and vision, such as the flight rules of the raven or the blood splashed on the snow. What made Flena the most headache was that he especially admired the self-righteous shamanka, and even felt that the road she had walked was a holy place. What was worse was that his undoubted respect seemed to have infected other warriors under his command. She saw that several people nodded in agreement and whispered in the air.

So when Solva went to the ground, Brockval also went to the ground, and many ice vein soldiers went to the ground to rest, and they were all ready to follow Solva's arrangements.

Scar mother was suppressed by her majesty, and Flena cursed inwardly. The minority obeyed the majority, and she could only order her troops to remain in the bushes. After all, it was extremely irrational to have internal conflicts in the enemy's territory.

Silas watched all this and sighed secretly.

Negotiation is not easy, not to mention that he is just a young man from Biangou Town, a border town with no cultural background. He may not speak better than these barbarians.

If it weren't for the Frost nun Solva who was so meaningful about his appearance, it would be not easy to convince these barbarians.

He twisted his arms, which were sore because he had been dragging heavy chains for a long time, and prepared to take advantage of the rest of the northern barbarians to return to the secret camp of the nearby exiled mages, and mobilize a group of exiled mages to join their plan to conquer the Miyin City.

He told himself in his heart that all this was to end the cruel system that had long killed them!
Chapter completed!