When Thunderbolt once again splits the battlefield, Winterclaw is forced to distance himself from the bears. Ash has also returned to the Avarosa ranks, and her arrival has boosted morale! The tribe led by the War Mother is a complete tribe.

"We seek peace, but... Don't slack off on the war! Avarosa and we are here, and there will be peace in Freeljord, and it will be forged by our own hands! Unity is strength! We are...... A-wa-Ro-Sa-people! ”

Ash's proclamation sparked cheers among the Avarossa, and the voices drowned out one after another. As Ash's ice arrow arced above the crowd, turning a mammoth of Winterclaw's behemoth into an unshakable giant ice sculpture, it then toppled and shattered to death many of Guyask's riders in the enemy.

The curtain of war has officially begun! Under the shadow of the old gods, the clan war singer let out a loud and exhilarating battle cry, the war drums beat like thunder, the rhythm beat wildly on the heart, even the most cold blood was boiling in an instant!

The army of Avarosa has finally launched a charge! Ernuk riders rode their strongest cows to the front of the battle, leading the huge herd down the hill like a raging avalanche. The thick fur covered the eyes of the beasts, and they only knew that they were not dead at the moment when they were driven by the riders!

Don't look at the long-haired Ernuk who are usually very docile, and when they rush in groups, they are definitely a force to be reckoned with. It doesn't hurt even if the Ernook group is sacrificed, their greatest role is to break up the enemy's line.

The Avarosa Rangers rode their horses, banners were held high, and bows and arrows were carried, and they galloped behind the herd with great mobility. They are usually hunters, and they cooperate tacitly, whether they are humans or beasts, they will fear exposing their weaknesses to their arrows.

The Ice Valley archers took advantage of the high ground to shoot a dense rain of arrows at the enemy, mixed with the magic arrows fired by some Ice Marksmen, even the most powerful warriors could not ignore these arrows made of ice.

The blue-robed furnace guard wields a finely crafted scimitar and a sturdy oak shield, all of which are finely crafted by the furnace family, bearing the emblem of Avarosa, an ice bow ready to fire.

And the Winterclaw army, which is on the opposite side of Avarossa, is still not to be outdone even if the bears are removed!

As they closed the distance to where their bows and arrows could hit, their charge became even faster, like a rushing avalanche, roaring and drowning at their enemies!

"Glorious Voliber, behemoth of the sword, grant us wild tenacity, and the wrath of the storm! We will present the war! Every inch of snow will go to Winterclaw! Our names will be their nightmares, and our tribes will reign forever. We are invincible! We are...... Ice Blood! ”

Sejuani rode the sturdy Güvask boar with a steelmane and slammed away the galloping Ernook herd. Above her, dark clouds swirled like a storm.

She swung the North Wind Flail and smashed it into the earth, this is the Ice Weapon of the Mother of Fearless! The power of magic was pressed into the earth, and the snow in front of her immediately condensed into a hard ice surface, rapidly increasing in size, and then bursting apart from each other!

The vanguard of the Alvarossa was torn open by a sudden hailstorm, and the warriors, cattle and horses were blown away by the explosion, and the ice picks opened a blood-frozen avenue.

Sejuani's blood alliance and warriors rushed into enemy line in a near-insane manner, silent and silent, even if the arrow was stuck in the eye socket. They brutally cut open the chests of their enemies with scimitars and axes, dug out warm blood, and smeared them on their faces.

Driven by the mammoth riders, the mammoth elephant charged forward, its massive body charging away from the incoming herd and blocking the rain of arrows from the sky.

On the back of the mammoth stood the spear throwers of the Stone Spear Tribe, who threw their stone spears at the Avarosa people. These stone spears have been honed for a long time and are so sharp that they can easily pierce a person in half.

Thousands of blood warriors, hoplites, and icy bloodlines followed, dodging the Ernook horde that ran over them, and then joined the Avarosa Furnace Guard. All those who couldn't avoid were picked out of their intestines by the long horns, shattering the skeleton and five internal organs.

Since Spirit Bear has invaded their minds, they look as ferocious and violent as madmen. They forgot about the pain, abandoned their defenses, and only cared about swinging their weapons to tear apart the enemy in front of them, so each of them looked as ruthless as ten berserkers combined.

As the vanguard of the two tribes became embedded in each other's lines, twisted together like a blood millstone, the slaughter began to be indistinguishable from each other, and only those who stood last were entitled to glory!

Avarosa and Winterclaw are two of the largest tribes in Freljord, and they are both a combination of at least dozens of tribes. Although civil wars continued, civil wars of this magnitude rarely occurred in Freljord's history.

And Jeno not not only witnessed history, but also participated in it.

Before the two armies fought, he had driven the Abyss into the sky above the bears in the face of thunder and lightning.

Caught in gravitation, the lightning struck his left arm, and Unbeknownst to him, Jeno rolled over and jumped off the Abyss, landing among hundreds of ferocious bearmen. And in Nunu's eyes, Jeno was like grabbing a thunderous whip and swinging down from the sky, looking extremely handsome and dazzling!

The nearest half-bear monsters immediately surrounded Jano, while the other bears continued to follow the battlefield of Avarosa and Winterclaw, assuming that Jano would soon be torn apart or become one of them.

Jeno turned his head at the hunting lord and pulled out a broken rusty sword. Reciting the obscure Ouchen language in his mouth, he slashed the blade of the Ruined King into the air, and the black mist filled with terrifying reverberations suddenly seeped out from another space, and then stretched out the withered bones, and the rusted sword was held in the knobby fingers. One by one, the undead soldiers can't wait to take advantage of the black fog to descend on the world of the living.

Following the Battle of the Void of Acacia, the army of the undead has finally returned to the world!

Jeno never worries too much about Winterclaw's war, he has an army of undead who are a hundred times more undead than Winterclaw. As long as Voliber is pinned down by Orn, he can't lose in a mortal war at all!

The black mist covered the land of ice and snow, and the ubiquitous whispers quickly filled the battlefield, and hundreds of bears were surrounded by tens of thousands of undead soldiers in an instant.