On the first day of the Beaver Moon, the surface of the Qinhai Sea was rough, and countless fishing boats were cursing and praying. Seagulls were like thieves, stealing away the few fish.
This is the Strawberry Bay of the Pawa Federation, and it is also the closest seaport to Jackdaw City. Adjacent to Jackdaw City is the Snow Bear Mountains, which are covered with snow all year round.
The Pava Federation is a free alliance. Any creature that wants to join can become a member with the permission of the major city lords.
The Snow Bear Mountains are the last habitat of the orcs and white bears. They are regarded as disasters by the orcs, or they are squeezed out by other bear tribes.
Therefore, during the Holy War, they took advantage of the chaos and fled the Golden Plains, fleeing their hometown where they had lived for thousands of years.
They swam through the Qin Sea, and countless tribesmen were swallowed up by huge waves. They crossed the coniferous plains, and countless tribesmen died in the mire. They finally arrived at the Snow Bear Mountains, where there were less than a hundred tribesmen.
The king of the Pava Federation, the Conqueror Paliogli, sent a giant tree with five people hugging each other. It was engraved with legends in the beast language, and even had countless beast elephants branded on it.
In return, the White Bear Tribe vowed never to capture any village within the Pawa Federation, or even set foot outside the Snow Bear Mountains.
So far, the White Bear Clan has completely disappeared from the world, and the Orc Clan has not responded at all. As for the Pava Federation, they have sent people to garrison at the foot of the snow-capped mountains all year round, but no one knows what they are guarding...
I don’t know when snowflakes started to fall again in the sky. At this time, the cold wind was howling in Snow Bear Mountain, and the biting temperature was like a giant net, covering everything.
Nearly a hundred White Bear tribe members gathered in a small mountain col. The old man at the head was leaning on a cane and using his white-haired palms to caress the baby girl in the cradle.
"Great Elder, look at what's going on. This little girl doesn't have a single hair on her body." The man from the White Bear Tribe on the side asked softly.
"That's right. Is she a symbol of disaster? I think it's better to kill her." Another member of the White Bear clan echoed with some worry.
"No! Give it back to me, give my daughter back to me! Her father is dead, are you the devil!" The mother of the baby girl heard this and twisted her body as hard as she could.
But now she is being held tightly by two white bear warriors. Let alone getting close to her daughter, she does not even have a chance to take a look.
She is a new tribe member born in the Snow Bear Mountains. She has not experienced the pain of leaving her hometown, so naturally she cannot understand the so-called ancestral prophecies.
Her husband accidentally fell into the ice abyss half a year ago, and his body has not been recovered so far. At that time, she was already pregnant with Liujia.
And at dawn today, the little thing in the belly finally couldn't bear the loneliness and came into this world. But problems also came along with it.
Although the White Bear Clan has long been separated from the Orc Clan, to put it bluntly, they are just a branch of the Orc Clan. And all orcs will have some traces of beasts on their bodies.
Although the stronger the orcs are, they are similar to the escaped humans. But there has never been any orc who was born with a body as smooth as water, without even a hair.
Therefore, this baby girl became an alien, and she was an unprecedented existence. In the eyes of others, she was basically the same as a human being, except for the gray pupils unique to the white bear tribe.
"If we hadn't sworn never to leave the Snow Bear Mountains, I would have even thought that you were having an affair with the human race." As soon as these words came out, the White Bear tribe members all closed their mouths, but their eyes were full of suspicion.
"You...you..." The woman's body, which was extremely weak due to the recent delivery, finally couldn't bear the blow and slowly collapsed.
The tears soaked the white bear fur on his face, and then fell into the snow along his chin. The old man at the head did not speak, but he did not say anything to stop it.
Oh no! The woman took out the orc scimitar she carried with her, but the blade was stuck to her neck. Slowly getting up, she walked towards her daughter.
All the White Bear tribe members retreated. In their eyes, this woman had gone crazy. No one wanted to come into contact with the madman, and no one wanted to persuade the madman.
The woman walked to the cradle. She looked at her daughter, tears welling up again. Without reaching out to touch her, without any attempt to escape, the woman raised her head and looked at the old man coldly.
"No matter what she is, she is ultimately my flesh and blood. Her name is Lillian. Remember to bury us together."
After the woman finished speaking, she smiled miserably and saw the scimitar twisting slightly, and then the surrounding area of her body was stained with countless red ice crystals.
The White Bear clan members looked at each other. Although they were worried that this baby girl would bring disaster to the clan, no one felt lucky at this time.
The old man sighed and shook his head. He was the last member of the White Bear tribe who had experienced that escape. Naturally, he did not want to experience the death of any other tribe members before he was about to die.
"Bury her body. As for this baby girl..." The old man was mid-sentence when he was interrupted by a sudden wave of magic power.
I saw the baby girl in the cradle, and she opened her eyes at some point. As her arms danced, traces of real magic patterns were spreading to all directions.
Seeing this, the White Bear warriors showed their scimitars one after another. As for the ordinary clansmen surrounding them, they only took a step back.
The old man stood there blankly. It was only at this moment that he understood everything. What kind of disaster was this baby girl? She was clearly a genius of the orcs who was rare to see in ten thousand years.
"The strength of an orc is closely related to its form. The closer it is to humans, the more powerful it is." The old man murmured to himself, but his voice reached the ears of every White Bear tribe member.
"Great Elder, what should we do now?" the White Bear warrior asked, somewhat at a loss.
"What should we do? What else can we do! Her mother is dead, and the murderer is us." The old man's body trembled slightly, and the fluorescence of the conversation suddenly emerged. It turned out that he was also a magician.
"From now on, I will personally teach her, you should keep your mouth shut." The old man bowed, picked up the cradle, and slowly walked out of the hill.
Returning to his cave, the old man sat by the campfire and was speechless for a long time. Sighing, he slowly tightened his grip on his crutch, and pieces of sawdust fell into the flames.
"If you are really the savior of our White Bear clan, then accept this staff of Cold Flame Sigh." The old man put the staff on the baby girl, and there was no sound in the cave.
The fire swayed with the cold wind, and the wind roared like a violent evil spirit. The old man broke his poisonous oath today and kept pouring ale into his stomach.
"A natural magician, mutated ice, and the orc clan's magical weapon offering method, I can close my eyes." The old man looked at the white snow outside the cave, and two lines of tears filled his wrinkles.
"Wait for me, wait another ten years, I will fulfill this last wish and leave the seeds of hope to the White Bear Clan." The old man took out a piece of animal skin from his arms, which was the only relic of his wife. p>
It was night, and suddenly heavy snow fell in the Snow Bear Mountains, and this weather lasted for three days and three nights. The baby girl in the cradle was sucking doe milk, and the old man beside her was repeating ice spells in the Orc language.<