Chapter 73 The Old Method of Winter's Claw
Winter Thorn Mountain Road.
On the towering hills covered with wind and snow.
The Winter's Claw tribe set up camp in this snow-white area and built their own camp.
Looking up, one can see gray-white dome tents, like low pine trees, dotting the hills.
Among them are the Winter's Claw tribe and some belonging to the Blood Alliance clan.
Around the camp, there is a scout outpost, standing like a towering tree, with blue rune flags representing the Claws of Winter flying above it.
Sejuani rode the Juvask boar and stood in front of the outpost, overlooking the movement on the frozen river below.
Darius’s movements could not escape her eyes.
She saw many battle groups becoming active in the Noxian camp, and Noxian soldiers began to gather one by one and entered the trenches dug in front of the frozen river.
"Volibear, can't wait!"
Udyr walked along the rugged mountain road to Sejuani, pointing to the dim sky where thunder rumbled.
"The bear people are ready to move."
Sejuani turned sideways and stared at the bear camp not far away, with a cold expression: "Are they still not satisfied?"
< br>In the battle last night, she had followed her oath and used the corpses of her people as sacrifices to the bear people who had lost their minds.
"Volibear originally represents wildness, war and blood." Udyr's eyes were deep, as if filled with many chaotic consciousnesses, glowing with dazzling brilliance.
“How can he be satisfied?”
“He longs for war, longs for us and the Noxian Legion to fall into endless fighting!”
Dark purple thunder flashed across In the sky, dark clouds suppressed the wind and snow.
Sejuani stared at the changing sky, falling into silence, her ice-like eyes becoming colder and colder.
"Georgi failed!"
Sejuani turned her head, looked into Udyr's eyes, and suddenly spoke, talking about the Iceborn warriors under her command.
"Is it the little guy who was given the title of Giant Fist?" Udyr sorted out his confused consciousness and remembered a little guy he had seen before.
“Yes, behind us, in the territory of the Blood Alliance clan, there are some Noxian rats wreaking havoc.”
Sejuani looked back at the snow-white mountains behind her, Hold the flail tightly in your hand.
"I arranged for Georgi to deal with it, but four days ago, all news about him was lost."
The food of the tribe is not enough to consume, so we can only draw some supplies from each blood alliance clan. They were transferred to the front line, but now the Noxian rats appeared in the rear, destroying many material transport convoys.
As a result, many tribesmen in the camp have starved to death and will never see next summer again.
Whoops! Whoops!
Steelmane, the Juvask wild boar sitting under Sejuani, felt the anger in his master's heart and kept trampling the snow with his thick hooves, showing off his sharp tusks.
"We have only one choice now!"
Sejuani stretched out her left hand and comforted the Juvask wild boar.
"Same as the first battle of Freljord, defeat Darius."
"Then march straight in, flatten the northern border of the Noxus Empire, and plunder All supplies will help the tribe and the blood alliance survive this winter wave!"
Udyr opened his mouth and looked at Sejuani with a determined expression, knowing that he could not change her mind.
But in his heart, he was still worried about the bears and Volibear.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly!
The sound of high-pitched and fierce drums, like a sudden rain, came from the Noxian camp.
"Did you hear that? Darius can't wait too!" Sejuani drove Steelmane to the front, overlooking the Noxian camp that was fully revived like a lion.
"Their legionary drummers are beating the drums of war!"
"We need to use the old method to deal with them!"
Sejuani raised her right hand and waved the Ultimate Ice Chain The shackles rolled up the scattered wind and snow.
The Winter's Claw warrior standing on the outpost saw Sejuani's actions and immediately blew the huge horn in front of him. Woohoo! Woohoo! Woohoo!
The low sound of the horn sounded, spreading throughout the Winter's Claw camp and echoing in the gloomy sky.
The Winter's Claw warriors, who were already in a state of war, quickly ran out of their tents wearing robes and holding bone blades.
Blood Warriors, Hoplites, Mammoth Riders, Ice Bloodline and more.
All the powers belonging to the Winter's Claw, at this moment, were fully activated like a machine, gathering in the empty snow, looking at the man riding the Juvask wild boar with a feverish expression. Sejuani.
"Ogay!" Sejuani roared angrily.
From the array, a tall warrior wearing a gray-white fur robe and hard leather armor came out, with blood marks smeared on his hard face.
"Lead the Blood Warriors and break through the trenches of Noxus!"
Sejuani pointed to the Noxian camp not far away and gave the order.
The surface of the frozen river has long been dyed red, but on the other side of the river, stretches of trenches guard the Noxian camp.
They have become an obstacle that the Winter's Claw tribe must overcome.
Otherwise, there would be no way to storm the Noxian camp.
"Follow your will!" Ogay knelt down on one knee.
He looked at the snow-white ground under his feet, and his eyes gradually turned red when he thought of his daughter who had starved to death not long ago.
The bodies of many companions have been buried in the ditch in front of the Noxus camp.
But for Winter's Claw, for victory, more lives are needed to fill the long trenches.
Ogay led the bloody warriors and sang the tribal war song loudly.
They are fearless and they are impassioned.
They turned into red and white torrents of war, pouring down from the towering snow-white hills.
"Archers, suppress!"
Sejuani raised her right hand again, pointing the Ice Flail at the trench in front of the Noxian camp.
Behind her, the Winter's Claw archers lined up. They drew their bowstrings in unison, aimed at the trench, and fired.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The dense rain of arrows filled the dim sky, covering the sky and the earth, and then fell like a sudden heavy rain in the parallel snow trenches.
Those sharp arrows with barbs, carrying the force of the fall, penetrated the fine armor, causing instant lethality.
Even if your partner dies before your eyes.
The Noxian soldiers remained unmoved, their eyes fixed on the torrent of war pouring down the hills.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The sound of bowstrings is no longer the solo dance of the Winter's Claw archers.
Inside the Noxian camp.
The sound of breaking through the air is endless, and the sharp arrows turn into black shadows, piercing the gray sky, falling down, and the iron arrows glow with an icy cold light.
The next moment!
Countless bright red blood flowers bloom in the torrent of war among the blood warriors.
The sharp iron arrows easily pierced the fur and hard leather armor, and then penetrated into the muscles under the fat layer, splitting the blood vessels, and leaving fatal wounds on the body of the blood warrior.
Looking from a distance, under this arrow counterattack, the torrent of war seems to have stopped briefly, clearing some empty areas.
But the bloody warriors who came one after another quickly filled the gap and continued to turn into a torrent of courage and rush towards the trench.
Accompanied by the constant sound of bowstrings.
The overflowing blood is the beginning of this decisive battle!
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(End of this chapter)