The far north, with its perennial snow and ice, endless glaciers, seas, and rivers, is brimming with a wild and untamed atmosphere.
Sejuani, the Winter's Claw, and Ashe, the Warmother of Avarosa, are the current public leaders of Freljord, and are known to everyone in Freljord.
Even if you ask a child of a few years old, they can tell you a lot about the changes that have taken place in Freljord under the leadership of the new leader.
But today, the two Warmother leaders are calling on all the inhabitants of the north, regardless of the size of the clan, to leave the north and gather in the territory of Avarosa in the middle.
No one is allowed to remain in the far north, or they will be considered enemies of Avarosa and the Winter's Claw —this charge is far too heavy.
Therefore, although the clans large and small in the north could not understand why the two leaders did this, they all obediently left their homelands and headed towards Avarosa's territory with their families.
Tang Ji's clan was one of them. His clan was called the White Fir Clan, named after an ancient tree. It is said that a long, long time ago, a great figure emerged from the ancestors of the White Fir Clan. That ancestor, named Bolt, made the White Fir Clan one of the most powerful clans in the northern region.
Even today, the elders of the White Fir Clan still pass down Bolt's ancient deeds to the younger generation.
Some say he was a great warrior who could fight brown bears with his bare hands; others say he was a great hero who risked his life alone to save a child from a pack of wolves; still others say he once ventured into the Howling Abyss with an ancient Deity, sacrificing himself for the future of humanity in Freljord.
Tang Ji thought all of that was too far-fetched, because if such a great figure had truly appeared in their ancestors' lineage, how could the White Fir Clan have become a small clan that survives by selling charcoal?
The entire clan numbered no more than forty people, including several elderly people. Among the children, there was only Tang Ji's sister and two other children, and only four young people like Tang Ji.
How could such a clan have been a major clan in the northern region of Freljord in the past?
Ha. It's nothing but a lie, just bragging!
With that thought in mind, Tang Ji started walking up the high slope. After crossing this mountain, it would take another three days to reach Avarosa.
Tired, hungry, and cold.
Tang Ji was exhausted, but since everyone in the tribe was leaving, he had no choice but to follow.
We didn't encounter any danger along the way.
Under Avarosa's leadership, there are no longer any clans in Freljord that make a living solely from banditry. The most powerful Winter's Claw, has reformed. So why are the other clans still banditring? Do they look down on the Winter's Claw?
Even so, the long journey left Tang Ji full of resentment.
"I really don't understand why she would call everyone over there. Doesn't Avarosa know that because of her decision, many people will die on the way?"
Tang Ji complained to his mother, who was standing ahead.
His mother, the Warmother of the White Fir Clan, was an ordinary middle-aged woman who, while not particularly skilled in martial arts, possessed great wisdom.
Small clans like the White Fir Clan cannot raise powerful warriors. A warrior needs to eat a lot of food, needs someone to teach him, and needs to fight and tear each other apart in blood and fire.
However, the White Fir Clan could not provide these, and therefore, the most powerful White Fir Clan was Uncle Hunter Fran, followed by the mother.
Tang Ji also learned archery, to the point where he could probably hit a deer within thirty meters.
"Alright, Tang Ji, stop complaining," his mother said in a deep voice.
"No complaints? Look at this! The elders in the clan can barely walk anymore! Are we going to have to carry them from now on?" Tang Ji said immediately.
The mother turned to Tang Ji and said earnestly, "Yes, that's exactly it."
"Otherwise, do you intend to abandon them?" The mother's voice held a hint of resolve. She continued, "The reason we've survived until now is because of mutual help, Tang Ji. Don't forget the meaning of the white shirt."
Tang Ji pouted and whispered, "It should fall like a withered leaf, and nourish us like nutrients."
It's all just empty talk and grandstanding!
"Warmother, although Tang Ji has been complaining, I also feel that Avarosa is wrong."
"She should be wise and intelligent, not so barbaric and brutal," another voice rang out; it was an elder from the tribe.
His face, as white as withered tree bark, and a pair of cloudy eyes filled with pain, he said, "If this continues, none of us will ever reach Avarosa. Besides, we don't even know why she summoned us."
"So what?" Tang Ji's mother looked at him seriously and said, "Disobeying Avarosa is to provoke Serylda. Have you forgotten what the Winter's Claw did in the North?"
"They put away their claws and spoke to us with smiles only because they wanted to talk to us properly; otherwise, they could revert to their original forms at any time."
"Wild savagery, this change only takes a moment," Tang Ji's mother said softly.
"Alright everyone, stop complaining, we'll take a break soon."
Before she could finish her sentence, a look of astonishment crossed the elderly Warmother's face. The next moment, she shouted, "An avalanche!"
"Run! Run faster!"
She shouted loudly.
Tang Ji was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that the people of the tribe were all running forward, the older ones helping the older ones, and the younger ones helping the younger ones. Seeing this, Tang Ji gritted his teeth and also went to help a mother in the tribe.
"Quick, we need to get there and find an open space!"
The mother shouted loudly.
Avalanche, a sudden avalanche.
No. It wasn't just an avalanche; the entire mountain was shaking!
Tang Ji turned around and looked at the trembling mountains, and then, in the next moment, his mouth dropped open.
A terrifying sight appeared in the sky; just moments before, the sky was blue with white clouds, but now it had transformed into a massive, terrifying vortex.
Purple clouds covered the sky, swirling towards the center and drawing in even more clouds.
Tang Ji's eyes widened. He didn't know what it was, but it was nothing short of a natural disaster!
The next moment, everyone, including Tang Ji, heard a terrifying sound.
"Beep!!!!"
This enormous sound was like a lament, or perhaps a meaningless roar, filled with primal madness.
Then, the mountain broke.
A gigantic, twisted creature emerged from the mountains. It was enormous, hundreds of meters long, and resembled a walking iceberg.
Countless strange, deer-like antlers, covered with countless densely packed purple eyes, and beneath those enormous, bizarre antlers was a distorted face, as if formed from countless acts of malice.
"Bah!"
It let out another mournful cry.
Upon hearing this, Tang Ji's eyes rolled upwards, and he was about to lose consciousness.
But the next moment, light appeared on the horizon.
The green light cleaved through the purple sky and crashed into the enormous, twisted creature.
Tang Ji regained his senses and suddenly understood why Avarosa had wanted everyone to leave the Northern Region.
But he didn't know why this was happening, what kind of creature it was, or whether the source of the green light was helping them.
But Tang Ji knew.
The world has changed.