After entering the vast snow-capped mountains, the team's contact with the outside world was basically cut off.
"Captain, it will be the fifth day in another day." Chai Anping said in a hoarse voice: "Are we ready to return?"
"No!"
Quinn looked at the mountains that were about to be climbed to the end and said firmly: "Let's keep moving forward, otherwise it will be a waste of time to go back and forth. Just let Picker gather the information from them to the Fearless Pioneer Camp."
Even though he had been prepared, the investigation environment at the east peak of the Owendale Mountains was still beyond Quinn's expectations, making it impossible to complete the search within the five days as planned.
The fierce wind and snow made it impossible for Valor to play its role in many cases.
Chai Anping couldn't help but rub his sour and red eyes after hearing this, and then followed Quinn to continue the search journey.
It had been four days since they left the Fearless Pioneer Camp. Except for the frost spirit they encountered on the first day, the three of them had never encountered any living creatures. All they could see was the endless frost and snow. Those who had adapted to the extreme
The creatures of the climate seem to be avoiding them.
"Yes!"
Quinn suddenly knelt down and said, "There are strange traces ahead, so be careful."
Chai Anping and Partridge's already tired nerves tensed up instantly, and they hurriedly hid in the snow together, looking in the vigilant direction of Quinn.
Valor quietly flew into the sky against the fine snow, and flew back to Quinn's arm after a moment, letting out a few strange low whistles.
"No one around?"
Quinn breathed a sigh of relief and called for the two of them to follow. She immediately rushed to the place where she discovered something special.
It was a black shadow, buried by snow.
Quinn carefully peeled away the snow. It was a strange weapon with jagged edges and a huge hammer-like head. The wooden handle was wrapped with a black strip of cloth stained with blood.
"Hmm...is it a Freljordian weapon?" Quinn said with some surprise.
I don’t know who abandoned the rough and primitive weapons here, but judging from the blood stains that have solidified into ice, the owner must have experienced a fierce battle, and the time will not have passed too long...
"Vallo!"
Valor rose into the sky again under her command. This time it needed to search a larger area. Quinn wanted to find out who the two sides of the battle were!
She cleared a larger area of snow, followed the snow to confirm the general direction, and immediately followed it without hesitation.
The clue she finally discovered...she didn't want to miss it again!
If they had arrived a few hours late, the "sawhammer" would have been completely buried in the snow.
Chai Anping and Partridge looked at each other and immediately followed. They both functioned as bodyguards. Even if something happened to them, nothing could happen to Quinn!
After climbing over two more hills in succession, Hua Luo flew down overhead, and the rapid chirping made everyone stop in their tracks.
In fact, there was no need for it to prompt...the three of them could already sense the fierce battle going on ahead through the blood marks and corpses on the snow.
"They are all the bodies of Freljord warriors, no trace of Noxians."
Quinn narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "It's very likely a war between two tribes!"
The three of them lay on the snowy slope and slowly poked their heads out to see the battle going on down the slope.
I saw burly warriors covered in various animal skins holding battle axes and wooden hammers, fighting silently in the snow. The terrifying physical power tore the ground apart, spraying out, and the flying blood burned the snow one by one.
of small holes.
People kept falling, and people immediately filled the vacancies.
At the front of one camp, there was a burly woman over two meters tall, strong and strong, with a giant red snake with a head tattooed on her bare arm.
A huge machete nearly two meters long in her hand was like a meat grinder on the battlefield, chopping up the enemy. Any warrior who tried to shake her would be smashed into pieces as if they were overwhelmed by the tide hitting the coast.
Under her leadership, the balance of victory and defeat on the battlefield is gradually tilting.
"Red Snake, let our tribe leave!"
In the end, an old man from the Snowfield Tribe, who could no longer conceal his decline, stood up with a crutch and begged in a low voice: "We promise not to go against Avarosa again!"
"It's too late, Lokta!" The woman with the big red snake tattooed on her arm sneered, licking the blood from the corner of her mouth: "Your betrayal has brought shame to the sacred covenant of Lokta, and only blood can wash it away!"
"It's Avarosa who won't give us a way to survive!" the old man roared angrily, and the human skull ornaments on the crutches also collided fiercely: "Let us leave!"
"Suffer death, haha!" The burly woman in charge of the Scarlet Snake tribe laughed loudly: "The great and tolerant War Mother gives everyone a way to live, but you lazy bastards are unwilling to accept it."
The brutal killings continued, and even members of her own tribe fell in a pool of blood, but the woman did not hesitate at all. This is the way to survive in Freljord!
"No!"
The rickety old man let out a cry, and then his head was chopped off by a flying giant blade.
"Jie——"
The snow is still falling, the boiling blood will eventually solidify, and the body of the deceased has been covered with a layer of white. At this time, there is a group of panting people standing at the foot of the slope, and it seems that there are hundreds of them.
The woman wiped off the blood on the giant blade with snow, then turned her gaze to a hill and said with a smile: "My friend lying there, do you think your poor lurking skills can hide it from me?"
"..."
Chai Anping and Quinn silently cast their eyes on Partridge, their faces aching...
Your special code...
Partridge blushed all the time, I've tried my best to hold my breath, okay!
"Get out."
Quinn sighed silently and stood up first.
"Oh, I'll just..."
Next is Chai Anping.
"Uh..." The burly woman's voice suddenly choked.
Finally, it was Partridge who truly exposed the existence of aura.
"I..., well, a few scouts from Demacia?" The burly woman was a little embarrassed: "I am Tiffani, the war mother of the Scarlet Snake, and I belong to the Avarosa tribe. I have no grudge against you Demacia.
"
Quinn nodded in understanding, which was why she didn't turn around and run away immediately.
Under the gaze of hundreds of ferocious snowfield warriors, she stood calmly on the high slope: "We have not intervened in your war, but we hope to ask you some questions. Of course, maybe exchanging information will also be beneficial to you! That's right too.
Avarosa's advantage!"
"oh?"
Tiffany picked up the giant blade and hummed with interest: "Okay, but please wait until we finish cleaning the battlefield."
"OK!"
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief. If they were surrounded by such a fierce group of warriors, I really don't know if the two captains could withstand it... This Tiffany looked like a ruthless character at first sight.
"Excuse me."
Partridge apologized to the two of them with an ugly look on his face.
"It's okay, I was planning to come out anyway." Quinn smiled and waved his hand: "Avarosa has become more civilized and friendly in recent years under the leadership of War Mother, and the kingdom is vigorously developing diplomatic relations with it. If we hadn't met
There is absolutely no need for them to kill anyone and silence them for any shameful actions."
On the other side, the Scarlet Snake tribe is also discussing how to deal with the sudden appearance of the Demacia scout team. They were originally cruel and bloodthirsty and would definitely kill them. However, after surrendering to Ashe, Tiffani has become more and more respectful.
Warmother Ashe, who inherited Avarosa's artifact and will.
Ashe hopes to form an alliance with Demacia, and she will naturally not do anything that will harm the relationship between the two parties.
"Gather the tribes and clean up the battlefield." She said expressionlessly: "We are friendly with them... What is that word?"
"Friendly communication..." the soldier beside him reminded in a low voice.