In the alliance, the more they attack me, the stronger I become!

Olaf, feeling slighted once again, flew into a rage, "I'll make you regret it... regret it...!"

"Yes, yes, you are right." Cheng Xiao still looked indifferent. After preparing the herbs, she even forcibly applied the medicine to Olaf, who was determined to die.

The latter no longer had any ability to resist and could only rage helplessly.

Despite the constant scolding and threats, Cheng Xiao didn't care.

Because he knew that Olaf would not really do such a thing.

Whether it is a sneak attack on him or threatening him with the lives of his relatives and friends, it is all bluffing.

Although Olaf is crazy, he is an upright man; he desires to die gloriously in battle rather than being killed by others in any way.

If he only wanted to die, he could just find a crooked tree and hang himself. Why would he keep looking for fights?

He would never use the lives of innocent people to force the enemy to kill him, or to provoke the opponent to launch despicable sneak attacks.

The fundamental reason he longed to die in battle was for glory, and doing so would be putting the cart before the horse.

"Heal your wounds! You're in such a state you can't even defeat a kid the size of Baxia, so how can you even talk about dying with honor?" Cheng Xiao applied herbal remedies to the Berserker and then wrapped him in bandages like a mummy. "If you want a true death in battle, there are plenty of opportunities."

"Damn it..." Olaf's eyes were bloodshot.

Cheng Xiao smiled calmly: "Since you are going to die anyway, why not lend me your life? Follow me, and I will give you a truly glorious death in battle."

Hearing this, Olaf, who was tired of scolding, finally fell silent for a moment.

After a few minutes, he finally squeezed out the name from between his teeth: "Bearman..."

"Yes, Ursine." Cheng Xiao nodded. "When you've rested enough, I'll take you to challenge the Ursine tribe—to challenge their god, Volibear."

Olaf gasped at the name that existed almost only in legends.

While not all Freljordians have heard the legend of the Three Sisters, even the youngest children know of the Volibear—a being as old as the Freljord itself, who carved vast glacial ridges into wastelands and plains with his bear paws.

His battle with the Forge God almost destroyed half of Freljord.

Perhaps the legends are exaggerated, but the power of the Ursine is clear to all. As the "god" who bestows great power upon the Lost, how could Volibear be weak?

Olaf once considered challenging the Lost One to meet his desired death, but he failed to find the Volibear and only destroyed a few of the bear's modest hunting grounds.

If Cheng Xiao could take him to challenge Volibear... to challenge that legendary god of the wilderness...

Gulp…Olaf swallowed nervously.

Then, he stopped being crazy and cursing, and a hint of respect appeared in his weak voice:

"If you can help me bring my axe to bear upon that powerful god, then I will..."

"I'm willing to follow you."

"Boss Cheng Xiao."

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"The Dalwali clan is willing to follow you."

The armless Dalwali War Mother knelt on one knee respectfully, but the people she was kneeling to were two girls who were not even half her age.

Ashe and Sejuani looked at each other, and then hurriedly helped up the injured Dalvarri War Mother.

"That's not necessary. We just wanted to discuss it with you. A yes would be best. Why would you need such a grand gesture..."

"We Dalwali people have always been revenging our enemies and remembering our kindnesses," said Dalwali's mother. "You saved our entire tribe, and we owe you our service."

Upon hearing this, Sejuani winked at Ashe again.

She still has her Winter Claw to manage. Although she can help Ashe, it is definitely impossible for her to completely withdraw in a short period of time. Then this tribe will be under Ashe's management in the future.

Not a war mother, but better than a war mother.

If we are to establish the so-called Freljord Alliance... then it would even be a war mother who manages the war mothers.

The responsibility is arduous.

Ashe also understands how heavy the burden on her shoulders is, but she has to keep moving forward in order to realize her lofty ideals.

She was silent for a moment under the gaze of the Dalwali people.

When she opened her eyes again, that childish temperament was no longer visible on her.

What replaced it was the perseverance of a leader.

She walked slowly past the crowd and out of the house. She took off the longbow from her back and aimed at the glacier in the distance.

Charge your bow, draw your bow, and shoot your arrow.

An ice crystal arrow, made entirely of magic power, shot out and hit an iceberg hundreds of meters away amidst everyone's surprised and amazed expressions.

The powerful kinetic energy almost triggered an avalanche, but the magic of extreme cold calmed the restless snow again.

Only a magically carved mark of the Avarosan tribe remained.

Seeing this, Sejuani understood Ashe's thoughts and immediately took off her heavy coat and placed her fist on the huge rock beside her.

This huge rock, more than two meters high, was originally used to hang the flag of the Dalwalli clan and was worshipped devoutly by all the clan members every day. However, in the battle between the Dalwalli clan and Olaf just now, the flag was knocked down.

Sejuani took a deep breath and clenched her fists suddenly.

Then exert force instantly.

Boom!

The powerful force left a terrible fist mark on the boulder, and the terrifying force that spread to the surroundings also made the entire boulder full of cracks.

The four symmetrical cracks in the center happened to form a rough mark of the Winter Claw tribe.

Such a gorgeous show of skill once again amazed the Dalwali people.

Darval War Mother was even more impressed by this formidable brute force. If it was simply about cracking the rock, she could probably do it if she tried hard, but controlling the direction of the cracks was a challenge...

This proves that Sejuani is more than just able to crack boulders.

Ashe's magic and Sejuani's power brought her to her complete submission.

If she had originally been willing to follow the two girls just to repay their kindness, now she wanted to do so from the bottom of her heart - she had great faith that these two girls, who were only in their twenties, could make Dalwali strong.

"To Avarosa, the Winter's Claw, I pledge my loyalty."

Dalwali Zhanmu knelt on one knee again and put her one arm against her chest, indicating that she was willing to give up her heart.

"No, Warmother of Dalwalli," Ashe helped the other person up again, but there was no longer the previous tension and anxiety in her eyes, only determination - that was a unique personal charm and leadership temperament.

"You owe no loyalty to anyone. You are led not by any one individual or tribe, but by... the Freljord Alliance."

"Freljord...Alliance?" Warmother Dalvarli was obviously still a little confused.

Until she realized the identities of the two people in front of her - Ashe, the only descendant of the Avarosan tribe and the only daughter of the previous War Mother Glenna; Sejuani, the direct relative of two War Mothers and the designated successor of the Winter's Claw.

She suddenly understood what Ash was thinking.

That amazing feat.

A great plan that no one has dared to attempt in thousands of years...

The last people to succeed in doing so were the three sisters who ended the fighting and conflicts between the tribes.

Avarosa, and Serilda.

The portrait engraved on the stone slab in her memory gradually began to overlap with the two faces in front of her, and a shocking idea popped into Dalwali Zhanmu's mind.

She rubbed her eyes hard and looked at the two girls carefully again... they looked alike, really alike.

That posture, that charm, that look... and that ambition!

They are the embodiment of the will of Avarosa and Serilda!

No... they are reincarnations! They are the reincarnations of Avarosa and Serilda!

In an instant, Dalwalizhanmu went from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on both knees.

Her only remaining arm was pressed against the snow.

She cried out piously:

"The Dalwalli clan is willing to follow the Freljord Alliance forever!"

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Things are going more smoothly than expected.

It was originally estimated that it would take at least three to five days to initially convince Dalwali to surrender, and ten days to half a month to convince the entire tribe, but now it was successful in just two days.

Moreover, Mother Dalwali's will to follow was so strong that it even far exceeded original expectations.

Ashe was very pleased.

This way, she could move on to the next tribe faster - if she could keep up this pace, she would probably be able to unite half of the central Freljord within half a year, and then fully digest it in another half a year.

If that were true... one year, just one year, and her Freljord Alliance would be able to confront the Frost Witch's Frostguard.

Of course, this is the most ideal situation.

It's so ideal that it's a bit unrealistic, just like a daydream.

There will certainly be many unexpected events, obstructions and problems that we cannot imagine right now.

Take your time. As long as the Frost Witch doesn't try to stop you, there's still hope.

At least it looks good now.

Ashe, who had just finished dealing with the affairs of the Dalwalli clan, rubbed her sore eyes. Although she was physically tired, she felt extremely fulfilled.

Most importantly, her tired body could soon relax.

Looking out the window at the starry sky and the quiet, deserted campsite, she realized that now was a good time.

There had always been too much going on...all sorts of emergencies that hadn't allowed her time to relax, but now she could finally take a break from her busy schedule.

She could go find someone who could let her guard down.

"I wonder if Cheng Xiao is asleep..."

Ashe quietly collected the things on the table and slipped out of the room as quietly as possible, just like a thief.

She carefully walked around Sejuani's tent and soon arrived in front of Cheng Xiao's tent.

There was still a faint candlelight inside, so she walked in without even asking.

As expected, Cheng Xiao was the only one inside, and he was still awake. He sat upright at the table, carefully studying the route to the north.

When he saw the person coming, his originally frowned brows immediately relaxed - Ashe felt relaxed when she saw him, and he felt the same way when he saw Ashe.

"Good evening, Miss Ashley."

"Good evening, Cheng Xiao."

Ash walked over naturally and sat next to him, then stretched again.

"Hmm~~" A comfortable moan echoed in the tent, arousing people's imagination.

Because she was wearing a sleeveless top, Cheng Xiao could even see a little bit of... side peaks next to her smooth and clean armpits.

"Where are you looking..." Ashe seemed to have sensed the "malicious" gaze and quickly put her hand down.

Cheng Xiao is also an honest person, and she immediately confessed: "Just look at whatever looks good."

Hearing this, Ashe's face, thinner than ice, instantly turned red. "Cheng Xiao... you're not reserved at all. This is not a good thing in the Freljord. Aren't you afraid that no one will want you?"

"Didn't you promise me that if no one wanted you would take me?"

“When did I ever say such a thing…!”

"Oh, then you don't want it?"

"Ah... this... I didn't mean that, don't read into it..."