Although he was sure that the will of the Frost Witch would be realized, the Frost Guard Warriors would not be so arrogant that they challenged an entire tribe with just three people.

The Frost Guard Warriors have their own pride, but they are just pride, not stupid.

After inquiring about the direction of the Winter Claw and finding the tribe's residence, they gathered together and simply designed a plan for a raid.

Well, well, it was a bit of a problem to say that it was a plan - they just reached an agreement on "touching in at night and fighting quickly."

The three Frost Guard Warriors in charge of Sejóni are Sigva Half Barrel Arrow, Hara Han Bingpole and Oral Stone Fist.

In Sifreljord, these three people are just unknown people, but if placed in the east, even if the legends of these three people are not well-known, they will at least be well-known.

At this time, the three of them had the same identity - Frost Guard Warrior.

Sigwa is good at shooting, while Hara is an agile warrior who uses the Mandarin Duck Battle Axe. As for Oral, he is like his surname, a stone fist with infinite strength. These three people are a perfect combination of "shooters, heavy equipment, warriors" that can deal with any difficult enemies.

Well, at least the three of them think so.

Now, in the dark, these three guys have secretly arrived near the Winter Claws Station. Although they must have found out that their target was Winter Claws' War Mother, these three guys were not even nervous or even in the mood to joke.

The time for these three people to choose was very delicate. In the second hour after nightfall, almost everyone finished dinner. The cold bloodline that needed extra meals had not yet reached the midnight snack. At this time, almost the entire tribe was immersed in the joy of reproduction of offspring.

For the three outsiders, this roar full of primitiveness and wildness is the best cover.

"It's so energetic." Sigwa, the youngest among the three, carefully avoided the whistle's vision and muttered in a low voice, "I never thought that such a thing could be so noisy..."

"After all, you are just a child." Hara harshly emphasized his tone on "Little", "Believe me, shooting is different from shooting. Maybe you are quite professional in archery, but in some shooting, you are just a young man, I can see!"

While speaking, Hala blinked her right one-eye - her left eye was covered with turbid blank space, and there were three scars on her eyelids, which were scars left by the bears.

If Hara was placed outside Freljord, no one would describe her appearance in any words related to "beauty", but according to Freljord's tradition, her charm is hard to see directly, especially for young people like Sigwa who have little experience.

Mr. Banzhuo subconsciously touched his quiver and gradually calmed down by counting arrows - he even forgot to retort a few words with sharp teeth, and later realized that he had lost his composure, he could only snort.

Fortunately, the moonlight today is not too bright, and Hara can't see his flushing face.

"Shut up." Just as Hala was planning to take advantage of the victory and tease her for a few more words, Oral, who was walking at the end, finally spoke, "I'm about to climb over the fence. If I have to flirt, I'll wait until the task is completed!"

Oral's voice was as rough as his beard. As the "temporary captain" of the team, his words were still a little strong. In the end, Hala did not continue to say anything that made Sigwa even more embarrassed.

Sigva breathed a little relieved, he moved his fingers and gently took off the short bow on his waist.

"Three sentry towers, straight lines, typical Easterners' techniques." Sigwa led the other two men to lie on the periphery of the fence and whispered, "I can kill the sentries above, but I can't kill three at the same time - the design angle is too large."

"You can give it to me one." Hala patted the mandarin duck battle axe on her waist, "It's better to be the one on the right."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Sigva nodded, "I'll do it on the left and in the middle, and then...Olar?"

"Don't worry, I'll open the door." The strong heavy-armed warrior nodded, "Please ensure that the mission is completed!"

After confirming their respective tasks, the three people acted quickly.

Sigva opened his short bow and then easily shot a series of beaded arrows.

The sound of a dull body pounced on the sentry tower on the left and in the middle soon came from the sound of a dull body pounced on it. Before the sentry could send a warning signal, they fell one after another.

On the far right-hand sentry tower, two flying axes flew out from below, accurately hitting the two sentry that poked their heads. Before the third sentry figured out the lightness, Hala threw out the third spare battle axe.

"puff--"

With a light sound, the outermost whistle of Winter Claws lost its function.

At the same time, the tall and powerful Oral swung the warhammer and confirmed that the sentry was finished, he smashed the iron chain that fixed the door with a hammer, completely flattened and cracked several iron rings, then stretched out his hands and took off the iron chain.

The three of them quickly passed through the gate and entered the Winter Claw's station. Then, Hala went up to the sentry and picked up his battle axe, while Sigva, together with Oral, covered the door again.

This will be their way to retreat.

After all this, the three of them gathered together again.

After entering the Winter Claws, the next thing to do is to find Sejuani's tent.

This is not a simple thing. Looking around, there are thousands of tents in Winter Claws, and the styles are almost the same. It is impossible to tell which one belongs to the War Mother.

Obviously, Se Zhuoni is not a guy who likes to show off.

"What should we do next?" Sigva gripped his short bow and looked at Oral, "Let's go look for it separately?"

"How to find it? Should I knock on the door politely and ask?" Hearing Sigwa's words, Hala smiled again, "No need to separate, we just need to listen."

"Listen?" Sigva blinked, obviously a little difficult to understand, "What do you listen to?"

"Se Zhuoni is the mother of Zhan." Hala's face looked like no one knew the mother of Zhan better than me. "Mother Zhan is the most important person in the entire tribe. Her descendants will be the future of this tribe. At this time, I think she must be working hard for the future of the tribe, right?"
Chapter completed!