Chapter 12 Frostfang Giant Wolf Chases Back to Back


Chapter 12 The frost-fang giant wolf chases them one after another

The night is dark.

Dark clouds and mist obscured the pale moonlight.

Snowflakes all over the sky are falling endlessly from the sky, decorating the silver earth and rolling mountains.

“How far do we have to go?”

"It's not clear yet, we need to wait until White Fang comes back."

The dull and low voices of conversation on the rugged mountain road broke the silence in the dark night.

Through the dim starlight, what came into view was a group of clan warriors wearing armor and fur. They were marching hard against the wind and snow.

"Recall White Fang first." At the front of the team, Mandel turned his face covered with ice and snow and spoke in a low voice.

"The strength of those Noxian bastards is not simple. We must be fully prepared to keep them in Freljord."

behind him.

Yoshimoto, who was also wearing a fur cloak, raised his eyes when he heard this, looked at the rough and wild face, and nodded lightly.

The gray-white fur cloak was lifted up, revealing a young face smeared with blood and ashes, exposed to the cold wind.

Yoshimoto exhaled a breath of white frost, looked up at the hazy snowy night starry sky, then closed his eyes and concentrated, put his right hand in his mouth, moved his cheeks, and whistled.

Whoosh! Phew! Phew!

The sharp and urgent whistle penetrated the quiet night and spread into the distance.

A moment later.

As the whistle stopped, a huge figure ran on the snow at an extremely fast speed, breaking through the gloomy night and entering the line of sight of the clan warriors.

Frostfang Giant Wolf!

The predators that live in the Freljord like to hunt prey that have been attacked by the cold winter.

In groups, they can chase and drive giant bears and tigers, and even attack weak clans during cold waves.

The frost-toothed giant wolf that appeared in front of the clan warriors now had a body as strong as a calf, and its thick gray hair could perfectly withstand the wind and snow.

While walking, his blue eyes scanned the many clan warriors, his mouth opened, his sharp teeth exposed, and he let out a low roar.

"White Fang, come here!"

Hearing the cry, the giant Frostfang wolf put away its ferocity, walked slowly to Gibbon's side, lowered his head, and rubbed hard Rubbing Gibbon's chest.

Gibbon chuckled softly and reached out his hand to gently stroke the snow-white hair that was messed up by the wind and snow.

Then he lowered his head, looked into White Fang's blue eyes, and whispered a few times, as if communicating.

As if he understood, White Fang crouched obediently, his blue eyes looked back at the snow-filled sky behind him, and he whimpered.

"The wind and snow were too strong, and White Fang was somewhat unable to determine the enemy's scent and traces." Gibbon smoothed White Fang's thick hair, stood up and walked to Mandel's side, with a serious look on his face.

The Frostfang Giant Wolf is particularly good at pursuing scents, and even blizzards and cold winds cannot stop it.

This is their special skill for surviving in the frozen soil of the North.

“How sure are you?”

Mandel’s tone was low, and there was an irrepressible killing intent in his brown-gray eyes.

The Noxian bastards who were escaping not only accidentally broke the clan's plan, but also ambushed the clan warriors affiliated with Winter's Claw when they left.

Their crimes are unforgivable!

Their heads must be cut off and used as trophies to be presented to the great War Mother.

Yoshimoto shook his head and answered with practical actions.

In the midwinter of Freljord, the environment becomes even harsher and the climate becomes increasingly cruel and ruthless.

Even the Frostfang Giant Wolf cannot accurately trace the enemy's traces after a long period of time.

Mandel was breathing rapidly, looking at the falling snowflakes with gloomy eyes. After a moment of silence, he waved his arms: "Keep moving forward."

The war between Winter's Claw and Noxus has begun, and the killing is inevitable.

What they have to do is very simple, defeat all the legions on the Noxus border, enter that fertile land, and plunder enough winter food for the Winter Claws and subordinate clans.

So, they can't let those Noxian bastards leave the Freljord. Gibbon knew what Mandel meant, patted White Fang's head gently, and whistled.

Phew!

The Frostfang Giant Wolf stood up, shook his head, looked back at Gibbon, let out a low roar, and once again faced the wind and snow, stepping into the winter night to pursue the traces of the Noxians.

The cold wind howled.

Snow continues to fall in the sky, and the biting cold current erodes all life in the frozen soil of the North.

Yoshimoto worked hard to shrink his body and hide in his armor and cloak, but the cold was with him, snowflakes and ice slag soaked into his cloak and covered his face.

He felt that his physical strength was being consumed, but the wind and snow in front of him did not weaken at all, and he could not see the scene a few steps away.

Still, Gibbon kept walking, following behind Mandel.

Mandel is the leader of the team, and no one can question his orders, even when walking in the frozen Northland where there is always a danger of death!

Until

Ouch! Ouch!

A low roar sounded, adding a touch of coldness and cruelty to the howling cold night.

Gibbon straightened his expression, wiped away the ice and snowflakes on his face, walked forward quickly, and saw the frost-toothed giant wolf returning in the snow.

Before he could open his mouth to call, the running White Fang crashed into Gibbon's arms.

This collision made Gibbon stagger a little, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands to hug White Fang tightly.

“You guy.”

Stabilizing his body, Gibbon stroked White Fang’s head and chuckled softly.

"Woo! Woo!"

A whimpering growl sounded at the right time, and gradually, a bright light appeared in his eyes.

"Found their traces!"

Looking back at Mandel who was striding over, Gibbon said, with uncontrollable excitement in his voice.

Crunch!

Mandel raised his brows, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and held the terrifying bone hammer tightly with both hands, making a dull sound.

He looked back at the people dressed in stars and snow, cheering up, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Speed ​​up the pace!"

In the brief command, the uncontrollable killing intent trembled the wind and snow.

The midwinter season in Freljord is the most difficult to endure. Everyone is doing their best to fight against the wind and snow, but the elders and children in the clan are not as strong as they are. .

Mandel looked at the dim sky and prayed in his heart that the War Mother would protect them and cut off the heads of the Noxians.

Victory!

Only victory can Winter Claw survive the increasingly cold winter.

Under the dark sky, it is difficult to walk on the snowy road.

Even these natural Freljord warriors cannot defeat the bitter cold snowy night with their firm will.

After traveling for about two or three hours, Mandel and his party had to stop in the leeward area of ​​a mountain range.

Leaning on the cold mountain wall, Mandel looked back at his companions, pointed to the skin bag around his waist, took out the dried meat, chewed it and swallowed it to regain his strength.

With White Fang's presence, they will not lose track of their target.

But before the encounter, they must ensure that they have sufficient physical strength to fight.

Gibbon tightened his cloak, leaned on the lying White Fang, took out the frozen dried meat from the skin bag, and while eating it, he put a few pieces into White Fang and watched it swallow it.

"Noxus!"

Red murderous intent appeared in his eyes. Gibbon looked at the hazy mountains not far away, trying hard to chew the stiff meat in his mouth.

Role reversal.

This group of Noxian bastards who entered the Freljord have become their prey.

(End of this chapter)

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