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Although it is called "Socioeconomic Survey," in this first draft, Shivana and Ino's focus fell entirely on the economy and social relations, and they summarized it in just a few sentences.

"The locals have a strong sense of clan. They belong to a regional joint autonomy and have an ambiguous relationship with the Third Army in the North."

Then it was gone.

There was no other way. With limited time and insufficient manpower, in this first draft, Ino and Sivana could only describe the work and lifestyle of the Forsbarrow people in a qualitative and targeted manner, using economic techniques.

Explain clearly Forsbarrow's overall social operating logic.

It's a pity that most of the time they can only choose to record hearsay stories, and the detailed data in the investigation are not very clear - except for things like "How long is the nearest village to Fosbairodu" that they can easily confirm by themselves

In addition to the data, other data can only be provided by local people.

And here's the problem: the average person in Forsbarrow doesn't have much sensitivity to numbers!

When faced with the problems of Ino and Shyvana, the accuracy of the data they were able to provide was definitely not satisfactory. If Lux followed this version of the data completely, the result would probably be taken directly into the ditch.

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But even so, this first version of the survey report is still very valuable first-hand data. It well explains and explains the daily work content of the people of Forsbarrow, the sources of income, as well as the current basic products, transportation and so on.

The level of facilities plays a very important role in understanding Forsbarrow.

Of course, since there is a first edition, there will definitely be a second edition, a third edition or even a revised edition.

Lux believes that as she gradually understands the Northern Territory and Forsbarrow, this investigation report will eventually be enriched little by little, and will eventually become an important basis for guiding the construction of Forsbarrow!

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Just like Lux is gradually getting to know Forsbarrow, Silas, who is in the Freljord, is now getting to know this ancient and cold land through followers of the old gods, guys called shamans.

Looking for an opportunity to return as king and return to Demacia.

After stealing the old god's gift through his own talent, Silas's first choice was to run away - he had no hostility towards the unlucky shaman named Solva who almost froze to death.

But it is a pity that after he obtained this very warm power, the Winter's Claw warriors who were traveling with Solva did not hesitate to ride on the Juvask wild boar and surrounded Selavi.

In fact, when Fleina saw her shaman fall, the scar mother was also stunned - after yelling "Follow me" and leading the other people in the raiding group around, she

Looking at Silas who was surrounded by many people, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Solva is still in the opponent's hands.

If an ordinary warrior - no matter how brave he is - falls into the hands of the enemy at this time, Fleina will not hesitate at all and will only activate the Winter Claw warriors to crush the opponent.

But this stranger is different. The person next to him now is the one favored by the old gods.

The face of the old gods must be given.

Therefore, after completing the peripheral siege, one of Fleina's blood allies, the tall Brokvall, rushed forward, seemingly intending to test the opponent's quality.

The tacit understanding between blood alliances does not require much verbal communication. The moment Brokvall was dispatched, Fleina already knew what he was going to do.

Sure enough, Brockvar led the team ten steps away from Silas and stopped decisively. His body was still riding on the back of the wild boar, and the spear in his hand was pointed at Seras who was standing next to Solva from a distance.

S.

Although Brokvall looks like a big guy without a head, this big guy obviously has great wisdom - after seeing his shaman fall down for no reason, although he has firmly locked on the guy in front of him, he has not rashly

Hands or touches of his chains look dangerous.

In this case, encirclement is the best approach.

"I am Fleina." After confirming that this guy couldn't run away, Fleina took a step forward with her larger Juvask wild boar and announced loudly, "The Scar Mother of Winter's Claw."

·Shieldbreaker·Bringer of Suffering·I am the Roar of Juvask - who are you and what are you doing here?”

It's a pity that Silas couldn't understand a word. He could only tilt his head and gave his response in Demacian.

Chicken and duck talk about common responses.

"You don't understand what I'm saying, right?" Fleina continued, "I, Fleina."

Seeing this strange woman patting her chest and repeating Frena like a giant bear, Silas obviously understood the other party's identity.

"Silas." Imitating the other party's appearance, he also patted his chest, "Silas!"

"Silas?" Fleanna repeated, "Your name is Silas, right?"

Although this scene has the meaning of "Your Name" to some extent, the tension in the cold air cannot tolerate the slightest bit of charm. Although Silas is smiling, his hands have firmly grasped the forbidden magic stone on his wrist.

Chains, always ready to launch a deadly attack.

"Is she dead?" During the confrontation, Fleina asked the people around her without hesitation. "She seems to be motionless."

"She is frozen, but she is still alive," a voice full of surprise in the caster's team replied, "She is still alive."

The Winter's Claw warriors who still maintained their surrounding posture began to whisper.

Frozen?

Everyone knows that the Frost Sister is integrated with the cold, which is a gift from the old gods - but now she is frozen, and instead this warm-blooded man Silas is standing in front of them shirtless?

Fleina frowned and began to think about her options.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She herself does not believe in the old gods. She does not believe in anything else except steel, fire and blood.

But the problem is, the soldiers under her are different

It is possible that the scene in front of you may be regarded as some kind of omen.

"What a waste of time." She shook her head, and then took the initiative to move her mount, "The farce should end."

"Let me do it." Brokvall roared and jumped off his mount, "I'll do it!"

Fleina raised her eyebrows - this blood alliance of hers is good at everything and is brave no matter where she is, but her brain is sometimes not very good and she is too stupid and superstitious.

"He harmed the shaman like this." Brokvall pointed to Solva who was still lying on the ground. "It would be my honor if I could punish him under the gaze of the gods."

With that said, without waiting for Fleina to nod, he took direct steps and ran towards Silas.

Silas, who was still quite tall, was as thin as a chicken in front of this ice warrior with ice blood.

When Brocvall drew Winter Sigh from the scabbard behind his back and walked toward Silas with cold steps, an indescribable sense of oppression appeared in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to shake it.

The chain gave the big man a good look, but in the end he narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting for the other party to reveal his flaws first.

Anyway...I'm not cold anymore.

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On the snow, Solva's body was extremely stiff.

For her, the last time she felt really cold was when she was very young - she had not yet spent the sixth winter in her life, and it was a very naughty time.

At that time, she chased a snowshoe rabbit onto a frozen lake, laughing as she ran, not realizing that the ice under her feet was actually very thin.

Then, with a terrible cracking sound, the ice cap collapsed, and the little Solva fell into the biting lake water.

In those long minutes, she experienced death, and was finally fished out from under the ice cap. The tribe's shaman returned the breath of life to her - that is, that night, she showed her magical power for the first time.

The power given.

"Sometimes, when a person has been to the other side of life and death, he will change after coming back." The old shaman in the tribe explained, "Out of wisdom that mortals cannot understand, the gods protect you."

Since then, Solva was pleasantly surprised to find that he was no longer afraid of the cold, and could even walk with bare skin in a snowstorm. Even if the wind and snow were blowing, Solva would not be affected.

But now, when her power was taken away, Solva, lying on the snow, seemed to have turned back into the panicked little girl.

Her body and consciousness seemed to be slowly sinking in an ice cave, and she saw the light above her head getting farther and farther away, but this time she was staring directly at the sky, unable to blink.

The breath of Anivia never stopped blowing, and Thorva just lay on the ground, numb and unable to breathe.

At this moment, she heard nothing and felt nothing.

At this moment, the cold invaded her body and became one with her.

In a daze, Solva had a subtle realization - could it be said that this was the reason why he was guided here?

The "wisdom that mortals cannot understand" that the shaman talks about is actually coming here to pass on this power to this warm-blooded man?

No, it's not!

I am the one God only cares about!

But unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself, an unspeakable fear still grabbed hold of her heart, making it quiet down little by little, dragging her into the icy hell of annihilation.

As Silas "enthusiastically" covered Thorva with the less useful fur coat he had prepared, the shaman who had lost the power of the old god was still blown by the breath of Anivia.

, and soon came to the edge of death.

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Solva is dying.

But Silas no longer had time to care about this at this time - in front of him, the tall Brokvall had already taken the initiative.

The man known as the "Iron Fist" held the sword with one hand and swung a fatal blow directly. As he rushed forward, Dong Tan roared and cut through the air, leaving a trail of ice mist.

This ultimate ice weapon named Dongtan is theoretically a one-handed sword, but for ordinary people, Brocvar's one-handed sword is a bit too long to use with both hands.

As the saying goes, every inch is longer and every inch stronger, Brocvar's extremely swift strike was accurate and cruel, and according to the Freljord's words, it was "enough to split an ice troll in half."

But what surprised him was that Silas was able to maintain an astonishing speed while wearing the chain. Faced with this blow, he not only dodged the fatal blow backwards, but also the two wrists on his wrists.

The chain also drew an arc and whipped down, almost hitting Brokvall in the face.

But it doesn't matter.

The sword missed, and Brokvall threw a backhand punch, aiming at the side of the opponent's head. Fleina couldn't help but wink when she saw this - just like many opponents who thought Brokvall was stupid, she saw that

The little man named Silas was knocked away directly.

Brocvall followed. Although Silas struggled to get up and finally regained his footing, he only delayed the inevitable result slightly.

Being able to become Fleina's blood ally, Brokvall is not just as simple as "looking strong".

Although he is a bit superstitious, in terms of fighting style, Brokvall is quite clean and tidy - after gaining the upper hand, he decisively moves forward, intending to directly hit the target.

Silas focused his eyes on the weapon of this Freljord barbarian.

The hilt of the sword was inlaid with a pale ice crystal, which was shining brightly, and the blade was covered with a layer of cold white frost.

The magic emitted by that ice crystal was something Silas had never seen before - it was raw and fierce, and only a part of its power was released.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But even so, Silas can still feel its magic through his skin. That power is so familiar, as if he was inspired by the one in the Forbidden Prison.

The woman who escaped from the prison used exactly this kind of power.

The woman's power brought him back to life, driving away the coldness in his body and the deathly gray color on his fingertips.

In comparison, the power on this ice crystal is older and more massive.

If you can come across it...

With a roar, Sylas moved forward to meet the Freljordian.

His goal was very pure. Silas had confirmed through the previous fight that he was no match for this physically strong barbarian - in a one-on-one battle, the opponent almost completely crushed him.

His body was tall and flexible, but he was as weak as a child in comparison.

In this case, the only way to win was to take away the power from the one-handed sword in his hand. Silas believed that that power was enough to escape from the siege of these barbarians.

In addition, I am no longer afraid of the severe cold. From now on, the sky is brighter and the sea is brighter, and I am bound to achieve great things!

Thinking of this, he took the initiative to approach Brokvall, focusing all his attention on defense and alert - he thought clearly, just get out of the way, and then put the chain of the forbidden magic stone on the opponent.

With the weapon, you can capture the opponent's power!

Brocvall obviously didn't know what Silas was planning. Seeing that this weak warm-blooded man dared to come here to seek death, he snorted heavily from his nostrils, and then waved the one-handed sword again.

That's it now!

Silas's face lit up, and he threw out the magic stone chain in his hand, throwing it directly into Brokvall's hand.

The next moment, the forbidden magic stone chain touched the sword, and an indescribable power came from it. Before Silas could feel joy, a layer of fine ice crystals appeared on his entire body.

Then, under everyone's surprised gazes, he threw his head back and fell down with a thud.

Obviously, compared to the gift of the old gods, Zhenbing's power exceeds the limit that Silas can bear.


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