LOL: Kaisa's correct evolution manual

Zhang Xu looked at Nar who was dancing and gesticulating, and Lulu who was constantly translating what Nar said, with a bit of a smile on his face. Nar kept making such unclear sounds, but was he actually speaking?

Isn't that... a bit too dense?

The corners of Zhang Xu's mouth twitched twice, but Nar was showing goodwill after all, and he didn't want to reject his interest, so he could only nod in response.

Although Nar didn't know what Zhang Xu responded, his eyes lit up when he saw his actions. He almost couldn't wait to throw his boomerang out, and then looked at Zhang Xu with hope.

"Guluba!"

"Well, Gnar told you to pick up the boomerang."

Lulu nodded seriously, and then couldn't help clapping her hands: "Nar is playing with you!"

Are you sure he wants me to play with him?

Are you sure this isn't a dog walk?

Although Nar thought this was fun, Zhang Xu always had a sense of déjà vu of training a dog - throw the frisbee out, then let the dog happily bring it back, and finally give a sausage as an encouragement, right?

Zhang Xu took a deep breath and patted Lulu's head: "You should play with him. I think you two have common interests..."

"Ugh..."

Zhang Xu sighed and turned to look at Hesdrok and Xueling.

The conversation between the two ended here.

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Across the frozen river, lights flickered in the distance, depicting warmth and well-being. Udyr imagined the roaring fires in the homes of the city. Plush blankets were spread around the fireplaces, warm and cozy.

The ice suddenly cracked, awakening the shaman who was in his daydreaming state.

Udyr cursed and shuddered. The freezing rain had soaked his fur coat, and the low sun indicated that a dangerous cold wave could arrive at any time.

In the valley below, Sejuani's main force was marching. The victory of several wars in the past allowed the Winter Claw tribe to absorb dozens of other clans and the entire Stonefang Tribe. Now Sejuani, the ruthless war mother, was advancing with thousands of blood warriors, heavy infantry, mammoth riders and ice blood.

In front of the main force, the vanguard troops were setting up dome tents, both residences for her blood allies and outposts for scouts. A blue boundary pole marked Sejuani's tent, embroidered with runes, and stood in the middle of the camp.

Udyr appeared beside Sejuani, and Sejuani's voice sounded at the right time:

"Go west, we'll be there soon! The Avarosan village, Weiskar! Ashe has lost her blood alliance, and Braum, the great hero of Freljord, has been seriously injured. The morale of the Avarosan tribe is at its lowest point!"

"As long as we can capture Weiskar, we can march straight into the Ornkar Rocks! By that time, the Avarosa tribe will no longer be able to resist us!"

"The Freljord will soon be unified!"

Sejuani's voice came over the heavy rain. Although Udyr did not quite agree with Sejuani's decision and actions, he was still very pleased to see Sejuani like this.

She had grown into a strong woman with broad shoulders.

To Udyr, Sejuani will always be the skinny little girl he met so many seasons ago. Perhaps he hoped she would never grow up, but she desperately needed his guidance at that time.

But now, Udyr worries that he will become a burden and a hindrance to her.

"It is less than two days' journey to Weiskar, a village without walls."

Udyr responded slowly, but his tone was heavy: "But the Avarosan tribe cannot have no reaction. Our march and mobilization cannot be hidden from them."

Sejuani waited until his eyes settled before answering:

"I know, I know what you said. So, I decided to use the old method and send out the strongest warriors!"

Upon hearing this, Udyr's pupils suddenly shrank. Apparently, he also realized what Sejuani meant by the strongest warrior.

"Yes, that's the group of guys! Is there any other clan stronger than the bear people? Without their help, how many of us will have to die to win this war? I have promised my people strength and victory, and I will never watch my army fail."

Sejuani put a hand on Udyr's shoulder and said in a much softer voice, "I know what you are worried about, and you have good reasons to worry..."

"Do you think I'm worried about their brutality? Of course, if we cooperate with the Ursine, we won't leave any slaves behind in the battle. The Lost Ones will kill all the living creatures in that town and won't stop until they are all gone. But it's not them that really worries me!"

"It's Volibear!"

Udyr's voice suddenly became louder, and it seemed as if a force was brewing in his chest, and as if an unknown anger was boiling - he knew clearly what this meant.

He knew that he had to stop Sejuani.

Sejuani thought she could command the Ursine?

No, she was wrong!

Volibear dreams of restoring the Freljord to its ancient ways, and the bearmen who follow him will only obey his orders!

Sejuani closed her mouth and turned her head to look at the rain in the distance.

Seeing this, Udyr sighed helplessly. He knew that Sejuani would not change her mind. Despite this, he still wanted to make one last attempt:

"Every day a new clan bows to the banner of your enemies. Every month a new tribe submits to Avarosa. You said you wanted to make the Winter's Claw stronger, didn't you? If we work with the Ursine... there will be no slaves left from the battles. No warriors will be reborn as clan allies. Ursine never follow orders... their bloodlust will spread, and they will consume us in turn!"

“I have always valued your advice,” Sejuani thought about what he had just said, but then she said firmly, “But we must conquer the Avarosan tribe and conquer all of Freljord.”

......

In the distant valley, a scarred figure slowly raised his head.

Stars danced in the night sky, pointing to a storm that was about to gather. A thunderbolt suddenly flashed in the distance, briefly illuminating the rolling dark clouds that were gradually approaching in the night sky.

A huge vortex was constantly gathering, and the figure in the valley gradually clenched his fists.

"The Old Gods have been silent for too long... The Freljord must follow the old ways! Mortals who abandon the old ways are guilty of unforgivable sins! No one can stop me... No one!"