Svent unleashed a deadly blow, lunging forward as the Ice Axe roared through the air, leaving a trail of ice mist.

It was only then that Ash noticed the ice crystals embedded in the handle of the axe, and the cold hoarfrost wrapped around the blade.

The blow was enough to split an adult ice troll in half, and Ash ducked back, picking up the arrows that had landed at his feet from the enemy archers from earlier. She didn't carry a quiver with her, as she could create magic arrows out of thin air with just hooking her fingers, but that had little effect on the Sphinth now.

The Ice Axe cleaved the rock where Ash was hiding, and she quickly shot her arrows with her bow, but the giant wolf beneath Sphinth was already rushing at her with the power of oppression.

Ash was pounced on by the wolf, and the bloody jaw, so large that it could tear Ernuk's skull apart, slammed into her face. Ash pressed the ice bow against the wolf's fangs in time, and the deadly cold instantly spread from the bow, turning the giant wolf into an ice sculpture from head to tail.

"How dare you!" Sfellow was furious, his eyes widened, and he swung his axe and slashed head-on.

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

Unsure if this was in her calculations, Ash aimed her bow and arrow at the bloody jaw of the giant wolf ice sculpture and released the bowstring as Svent leaped into the air.

The arrowhead forged by the cold iron suddenly broke the ice sculpture, burrowed out of the back of the wolf's head, and pierced into Sphinth's eye socket with great precision.

The sharp axe landed a few fingers away from Ash's ear, freezing and shattering a strand of her white hair. Sphentert's body fell from the broken ice sculpture of his mount, half buried in knee-deep snow.

The sight of cold blood flowing down the arrows from the eye sockets, not freezing at low temperatures, was rare in Freljord, and only the blood of the Iceborn could flow freely in the cold.

Ash quickly got to her feet, and after Sphinth's delay, the people of the Scar Tribe had surrounded her.

She confronted her with her bow, and the people pointed by the arrows made a commotion, and it seemed that there was no Iceborn left among the remaining people, and no one dared to approach her at the risk of being frozen into an ice sculpture for the time being.

"Ash of Warmothers, if I lay down my weapon, I can consider not killing you." Freina grinned, Ash in front of her was already unable to fly, and she couldn't contain a smile at the thought of it.

As for those who died for this Scar Tribe? As long as Ash is taken, those sacrifices are worth it, and the battle never inevitably kills people.

"You are the ones who should lay down their arms." Ash said without changing his face, "If you surrender now, I can still invite you into the tent and drink a glass of warm mare's milk wine." ”

"What are you kidding, you killed so many of us!" A voice roared, filled with murderous intent that wanted to devour her alive.

Freina reached out for the man to step back, staring at Ash's every move with one eye.

"Ash of War Mother, is what you said true?" Freina smiled wickedly. "Even if we loot the village of Avarossa, burn it down, and leave the corpses of the warriors in their place, and there are still crows pecking at us, can you reconcile with us regardless of our previous grievances?"

Freina's shrill laughter rang through her ears, followed by a fury welling up in Ash's heart. She should freeze Freena into an ice sculpture with a single arrow, warning everyone who dares to harm her people. But Zhen Bing's familiar chill came over her arm, calming her mind.

"As long as you lay down your arms, I will do what I say!" Ash carefully controlled her grief, and it wasn't the revenge she was leading her people on. If the Scar Tribe could lay down their arms and seek peace, she would be able to accept them regardless of their past suspicions.

"Ash of War Mother, your generosity is admirable. But I have to say that it is in this way that you have betrayed the traditions of Freljord, your sister Sejuani, and your mother Glenna. Let me teach you how to deal with your enemies! The scars on Freina's face twisted together, tangled into a cruel smile.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ash immediately turned around and aimed at the campfire and fired an arrow, hoping to warn his people. But Flena kept an eye on her and threw the zipline before her.

The zipline wrapped around Ash's feet, tripped her over and over again, and Ash missed an arrow and landed in the snow.

The ice bow came out of his hand and landed on the snow out of Ash's reach, and Freina slid off the saddle of her mount and walked to Ash's side.

"Why should you take all the good territory, Ash, the Mother of War, you distribute food to the weak who should have died in battle, you are flouting the laws of survival in the ice field, you have made us hungry and jealous, your existence is the greatest insult to us."

Freina said as she tied Ash's hands and feet with thick ropes.

She felt that it was because of Ash's presence that they had gathered all the weak who should have been plundered by them into Avarosa's territory. As a result, there are fewer and fewer villages they can plunder, and they have no choice but to find the help of difficult tribes. The battles are getting harder, the losses are getting bigger, and survival is getting harder.

On the other hand, the Avarosa people are obviously a bunch of soft eggs who are not good at fighting, but they occupy the most fertile land in Freljord, and they only need to do some simple work that does not risk their lives, and they can have enough food and clothing, and they are not afraid of hunger and cold, which is really envious.

"Now, I'm going to show you the cruelty of the ice field."

Freina's expression became more and more menacing, and she tied one end of the rope around Ash's ankle, then wrapped the other end around her arm a few times. She rolled over and mounted her mount, kicking her feet, and the boar of Güyvaque beneath her roared and began to run.

As soon as the rope tightened, Ash felt a pull under his feet, and the whole person was suddenly pulled uncontrollably and slid on the snow.

Closing his mouth and squinting at the white mantle that frantically flooded his eyes, Ash forced himself to compose. Her people still need her, she can't just be taken away by the enemy, she must find a way to get back to the camp.

The desire to survive dominated her body, and she hung the rope between her hands from a branch that passed by her, trying to pull the rope between them and drag Freena off her mount. But the impact of Güvask's run was too great, and it directly ripped off the branch on which Ash had pinned his hopes.

The rope grazed her wrist with blood, and Ash gasped, the cold turning the abrasion into a burning pain. And just as she was desperate to find another way, she found a spaceship traveling in the air, suddenly emerging from the blizzard and flying low above the Scar Tribe.