Now is the time when the wind and snow are strong. What the team should do at this time is to stay in a sheltered area for a while, recover their physical strength and the strength of their mounts, and then wait for the wind and snow to subside before setting off again.

They are the marauders of Winter's Claw, and their goal this time is to get back to the rear of Avarosa - although those cowardly guys have limited combat effectiveness in frontal combat, they are the same as the warm-blooded people, and they will always build and hate together.

Buildings and relying on buildings, the frontal offensive effect is very limited.

But now, in the wind and snow, Solva seemed to be possessed by a man, running towards a warm-blooded man lost in the wind and snow...

Fleina wanted to restrain the team and watch her fend for herself.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, considering the identity of the opponent and the attitude of several very superstitious guys in the raider team, even the Mother of Scars has no choice but to

He shook his head and motioned for the team to follow.

These young shamans who think they have received revelations from the Old Gods are really troublesome - if only all shamans were as calm and reliable as Udyr.

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The closer he got to this warm-blooded man, the clearer Solva's throbbing became.

She watched this stranger, who had no knowledge of the Freljord at all, wearing a ridiculous fur coat, struggling to get up and staggering down, and finally plunged into the wind and snow, motionless.

Until Solva came to this guy's side and carefully looked at his figure, she could not find the source of this throbbing.

Well, there are chains on his wrists that look very heavy. Could it be that he is a slave among warm-blooded people?

Thorva did not think about the prisoners - the cold Freljord was not Demacia, and eating well here was a luxury, so no one would feed the prisoners foolishly.

Here, the only people bound by chains and shackles are slaves who disobey discipline and do not work well.

Solva got off his mount, approached the "escaped slave", and looked carefully at the gray stone on his wrist that shone with blue light.

This was not because Solva was fascinated by the gems, but because she discovered that it was not this person who seemed to cause her heart palpitations, but these gray stones.

However, before Solva could figure out what was going on, the warm-blooded man who had fallen in the snow and was almost dead suddenly started to move.

The chain stretched out like a python and wrapped around Solva's body. The next moment, an indescribable suction force came. Solva felt cold for the first time after becoming a shaman.

Trembling, she finally fell on her back, but the warm-blooded man who was almost freezing to death took a long breath and jumped up as if he had been reborn.
Chapter completed!