It's a mixed army of men and beasts.

Wild men clad in bearskin rags or unclothed walked at the forefront, their skin brown with blood and their hair sticking together with dirt; Then there are the beasts, most of which are bears, varying in size and coat color; Then there's the strange mix of bears and other creatures, creatures that exist in legends and nightmares.

Whether beasts or monsters, they were once human. Some were former beast spirit walkers, trapped in their relentless bear form, forgetting that they were once human. After being completely devoured by the True Beast Spirit, they lost their human form and humanity, and became lost beings who only obeyed Volibel's orders.

These lost were also known as Storm Bloodlines or Bears, and they stood in a messy row, silent, not even letting out the roar of the beast.

The warriors of Winterclaw, however, did not stand with them, as if they were two adjacent pieces of the puzzle, keeping a clear distance from the bears.

With the dim sky illuminated by thunder and lightning, Ash took advantage of this to catch a brief glimpse of her only childhood friend, her former comrade, Sejuani, in the shadow of the war mammoth. She rode on a huge Guvałque boar and wore a horned helmet with half of its horns broken. She had seen the helmet on the head of Khorgiya, a symbol of status, the Mother of Winter's Claws.

As the Abyss drew closer to the storm, the unmistakable Spirit Bear began to creep into their minds, demanding sacrifices to gain a powerful power that would be feared even by the Iceborn.

"Stay awake!" Jeno yells to warn those around him to prevent them from being robbed of their minds by the ubiquitous Spirit Bear.

A thunderclap that tore through his eardrums came from the center of the storm, overshadowing his roar, revealing the arrival of a great dark shadow.

Before Ash could see it appear, he felt its power. The deafening thunder began to weaken, as if both ears were covered with a strong and tight fascia, and the whole world fell silent for a moment, even Jeno, who was close at hand, could not perceive it.

At this moment, the ice bow in her hand sent a cold and bone-chilling force, keeping her awake.

Ahira shot an arrow, and instead of shooting into the enemy's line, the magically condensed arrow exploded at her feet. The ice mist exploded and spread, and it was manipulated by Jana to reach everyone's eyes.

"It's cold!" Almost at the moment of contact, a layer of frost was hung on the crew's eyebrows, and they woke up from Mu Ne's obsessive mental state, and involuntarily began to tremble.

"Thank you." Jeno thanked Ash.

"No thanks, that's as it should be." Ash shook her head absentmindedly, she turned her gaze to the center of the storm again, and she began to worry about Sejuani, who was in close proximity to the bears, and wondered if she would be able to survive the spiritual erosion of Spirit Bear.

In her heart, even if the two had broken up and become mortal enemies, she didn't want Sejuani to forget that she had become a loser.

There was a scream from below, and Ash noticed that small sparks of static electricity were beginning to appear on the armor, swords, and tomahawks of the warriors who came with them.

The warriors were overwhelmed by the anomaly, and the arc continued to leap and move between their weapons, and she could feel their fear.

There was another thunderous bang, as if it had shattered the heavens.

A huge figure appeared behind the bear-people, much taller than the mammoth, revealing his form in the flash of lightning.

The thunderclouds above rumbled, and the electric light pierced back and forth in the black clouds. Suddenly, however, the world eerily fell into a standstill.

Then, the legendary "Giant Bear with Ten Thousand Swords and Guns" appeared in person.

This is a muscular city, walking on the ice and snow land step by step. Its ancient, tattered ancient armor was made up of dark metal plates, on which the blood stains from hundreds of battles congealed into a thick layer. On its back and shoulders were many broken weapons, all rusted with age.

The thick fur on its face grows sparkling bones, teeth, and horns. Strange black blood flowed from its mouth. A dozen spider-like eyes looked unbelievably ancient, strange, and cold, looking down on the Abyss and the Snow-Chasing Tribe beneath them.

Ash looked at it, feeling the cruel gaze sweeping over him, and his body trembled uncontrollably. The sight of thousands of years of corpses and a sea of blood overwhelmingly overwhelmed her, and the bow of Avarosa in her hand almost came out.

She is not alone in this situation, Sarah, Kai'Sa and even the little fire dragon behind her, they have faced the Void Behemoth, the Star Spirit, and the Ascendant, but now facing the embodiment of this war, they all inevitably tremble.

The incarnation of Spirit Bear approached step by step, like the eye of a quiet storm approaching. The voice in Ash's head was swept away, and he couldn't even feel the echo of his own thoughts. Now she could only feel Volibel.

Its consciousness overwhelmingly crushed everything, even the chill of the ice bow.

Jeno looked at the storm and the wild bear in front of him, he was the only one who could stay awake in the tide of fear.

The air around them is so charged that just breathing seems to paralyze a person. Compared to the taver old Orn, Wallybel's coercion is more overwhelming. Electricity flowed from his wounds, and lightning fell on its footprints. From time to time, thunderclouds above slashed lightning and landed on the spear and sword stuck in his back, absorbed by the majestic body.

"Storm and Wild Bear! Fight with us! As long as we kill them, every inch of land where the snow falls will be ours. Our names will be their nightmares, and our tribes will reign forever. ”

Sejuani rode to Volibel on her steel mane, and the beast bowed its head to her plea, then let out a deafening laugh.

A loud horn shook people to pieces.

"We are never afraid of war, we are war!"

The largest of the bears replied in place of Wallybel's voice. Where it was supposed to be the head was a decaying elk skull, surrounded by a mane of black feathers. Its eyes burn with blue light, in which electric light flashes.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt slashed through the bears' line, and spears made of thunder and lightning appeared in the bears' palms. At the sound of an order, they threw their spears into the sky again, and the target was the Abyss where Jeno was.

With an army a hundred times the number of bearmen, Sejuani charged towards Avarosa's transport force. And there is no doubt that the Snow Chasing Tribe, which only has dozens of people in the middle of the two, will be crushed by the iron hooves of the Claws of Winter!