Weak Races

We traveled in the vast snowfield for several days. It was not as desolate as we imagined, and many cold-resistant animals were looking for food everywhere. ✎🎉 🎃💜

I'm not sure if their meat is safe to eat, so to be on the safe side, I'll only eat animals I recognize!

The Frosthold is located at the top of the mountain, where everything from the foot to the summit is bare. At first, I was worried about avalanches, but I later discovered that the snow here was very thin and had already frozen into ice, so there was no need to worry about it collapsing.

As I walked, I suddenly spotted an animal that looked like a deer. I pulled the Ironhorn Bull to a stop, afraid of scaring it away.

"It looks like a deer!" Riven saw it too, but wasn't sure because it was too far away.

This deer-like animal kept raising its front hooves and then slamming them to the ground, repeating this for a long time before stopping. I didn't know what it was doing, but I wanted to catch it!

"Get ready, we're going to flank it from both sides, don't let it get away!"

"Good!"

Riven and I split up. Actually, we could have easily caught it anywhere else, but it might not be so easy on the snowy mountain.

Upon closer inspection, I realized it was indeed a deer. Without giving it any time to react, we easily captured it.

Although it's not very fat, it's quite large, and we'll be able to eat fresh food for the next few days.

I picked up the deer to head back, Riven stopped me and pointed to the ground. "Look here."

I noticed that the ice where Riven was pointing had cracked, precisely where the deer had smashed it with its front hooves, and there were even plants exposed underneath!

I never imagined this place was so amazing, with plants growing under the ice! No wonder there are so many animals out foraging here.

"That's great news. If that's the case, then we don't need to deliberately look for places to replenish our food. The Ironhorn Bull has food to eat, so we can just hunt some prey."

"Well, I don't know if it's the same elsewhere, but just to be on the safe side, we should still stock up on some food."

Among the tools brought by the Watchpost of the Dead was a stove that could be lit with magic gems; it would ignite quickly as long as there was sunlight.

I don't know if it's Piltover's technology, but it was very convenient. We roasted venison right there and then. It had been a long time since we'd had such delicious food.

Since leaving the Watchpost of the Dead, we hadn't seen any humans or other large animals, so we weren't on guard. While we were enjoying our meal, I sensed something approaching from not far away, its rhythmic gait resembling that of humans.

"They're getting closer."

"Yes, around ten."

We pretended not to know and continued eating the venison. If these people were only after food, then I was willing to share. But if they had ulterior motives like the people at the Watchpost of the Dead, then don't blame me for being impolite! I made my plans in mind.

Sure enough, when they appeared in front of us, I saw that they were all carrying weapons, but... they were very small, only a head taller than the Yordle, which did not fit the characteristics of Freljord people at all.

Just as I was about to make a move, Riven suddenly grabbed me. "Look at them, isn't something wrong?"

"They are very small in stature and have strange appearances; they seem to be a rare race."

"I'm not talking about their appearance. Look at their faces, they're covered in bruises, like they've been beaten up." When Riven said that, it was indeed true; everyone had some degree of redness and swelling on their faces.

"Let's ask them first, but we don't know if they can understand us."

When they saw us suddenly turn around, they were startled, and then they all revealed fierce eyes. I walked towards them and saw them backing away in fear. Were they really that cowardly?

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" These people looked at me blankly. I was a little disappointed. It seemed they really couldn't understand. The border tribes were not yet fully civilized.

"What should we do? They look weak." Riven hesitated to take action, as it would be tantamount to one-sided slaughter.

"Let's just show them a few skills and scare them away."

I gathered a fierce wind, and snowflakes flew to both sides, instantly knocking down the people closest to me.

I didn't intend to hurt them, so I didn't use much force, but even so, I still scared them quite a bit.

Why would someone so weak try to approach us? I think even if they weren't strong, just ordinary Freljord Great Han, they wouldn't stand a chance.

Seeing my methods, they turned and ran. I quickly caught up, picked out the slowest one, and pinned him to the ground. Although we couldn't communicate verbally, I could still get him to lead us to Frosthold by gesturing.

Since they were a local group, they definitely knew the way better than us. Before I could even gesture, he suddenly spoke up, "Spare me, spare me!"

"So you can talk. Then why didn't you answer me earlier?"

"Only I can say a little bit; they can't."

"Fine, if you're so weak, why did you attack us?"

"This wasn't our intention..." The short man stammered for a while before I finally understood the situation.

They are the native race of this place; the tribe has no name, but the individuals all have their own names.

This little guy is called Guna. Because he often communicates with the outside world, he has mastered some foreign languages.

They were originally a closed tribe that lived by digging up wild plants. They would usually run away when they saw people of other races. However, many years ago, their Queen was captured, which led to the entire tribe becoming slaves of other races.

I asked them why they didn't choose another leader, Guna said they couldn't abandon the Queen. They would only choose another Queen after she died, and then eat the corpse of the former Queen to become the new Queen.

I don't understand the principle behind this; strange races all have some strange ways of life.

They were captured by a group of humans who looked similar to us. This group claimed to be gods and forced them to do hard labor and scavenge for food. They hadn't hunted anything for three days and were beaten every time they went back.

They were drawn here by the smell of our barbecue. They thought only two people would have a chance to cook, but they didn't expect us to be so good.

"It's not that we're strong, it's that you're too weak."

"Lord God, please forgive me! I dare not steal your food anymore!"

"I'm not some god. Take me to Frosthold and I'll let you go."

"Frosthold?"

"Hmm... are there any tall buildings around here?"

"Only the place where the Lord God live is quite tall; I don't know about the others."

Oh ho, so this group of self-proclaimed gods is entrenched there, enjoying bullying such weak races. They don't seem to be any strong people after all.

"Should we meddle in this?" I asked Riven.

"Of course, I want to see just how powerful these gods are!"