Chapter 179

As the sun sets and bonfires are lit, the people of the Freljord Alliance gather below the high platform, drinking the wine that the Warmother "snatched" from the Lissandra.

Today is a day to celebrate, a day to remember.

Ashe, the supreme leader of the Freljord Alliance and known as the reincarnation of Avarosa, was making final preparations for her speech in the corridor behind the platform.

The shadows of the aisle obscured half her face, but the moonlight made the other half appear exceptionally white and beautiful. She silently recited the contents of her speech, the interplay of light and shadow making her feel somewhat nervous.

"You can do it, Ashe." A gentle, slightly teasing voice sounded from behind.

Looking back, Sejuani, wearing an ice crystal bull horn helmet, was leaning against the wall with a smile on her lips.

"Everyone below the stage is one of our own, what's there to be nervous about? No matter how difficult they are to deal with, can they be more difficult than me? Hmm... I mean, about when you stopped me and insisted on saving those Hearthblood."

"Let's not bring up the past..." That incident was the direct trigger for their previous falling out, Ashe felt a little... awkward whenever she thought about it.

"Haha, okay, let's not talk about it anymore." Sejuani stretched and then provocatively swirled the wine in her glass. "Then hurry up and finish your story, I'm waiting to see your embarrassing drunken state."

"I won't get drunk." Ashe waved her hand dismissively, then strode out of the corridor.

As the curtain was lifted, her calm and serene face was revealed to everyone.

"Brothers and sisters," she began with a simple yet formal opening, silencing the commotion, "I need to announce something to you—about the Freljord Alliance. About our home!"

"Whoa--!" A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the crowd.

The clinking of glasses, the chatter, and the playful banter abruptly ceased as everyone stared intently at their Warmother, eager to hear every word of her speech, which was like the Bible to them—even the most intoxicated drunkards now leaned against the wooden tubs and quieted down.

Ashe smiled, placed the dazzling Frost Crystal Longbow on the platform, and began her speech:

"We have weathered the worst of it! The Freljord Alliance is back on track!"

"We defeated the greedy Volibear, and we defeated the terrible demon! Our will is unbreakable, our faith is as firm as a rock!"

"We are the children of the blizzard, we are the embodiment of the will of the ice plains!"

"We are Freljord!"

"Whoa!" the crowd cheered again.

After a moment, Ashe gestured with her hand and continued, "Also, some time ago—when Chen Ce, Sejuani, and I went to the north, we reached an agreement with the most powerful force there."

"The Lissandra —We have established a friendly cooperative relationship with the Frostguard Tribe's chieftain, the Lissandra!"

"From this day forward, the Frost Priests will no longer make things difficult for us! From this day forward, the Frostguard will continue to provide us with assistance!"

"The unity of Freljord begins today!"

His words caused the crowd to erupt in cheers.

The rest of the speech contained little substantive content, mostly consisting of encouragement and recognition for the tribespeople.

The crowd was still cheering, but Chen Ce was getting a little tired of listening to this rather meaningless speech.

He sat alone in a corner of the camp, drinking the fine wine that Gragas had given him, slowly surveying the entire camp like an outsider.

Such a lively and bustling scene...

Freljord is all set.

He had promised Darius that he would "pacify the barbarian tribes of the far north," and now it seemed... he hadn't exactly lied to him.

Calming down is still calming down; a flexible solution is also a form of calming down.

Who says it has to be a bloody conflict?

"Once we get back and make some adjustments, the Noxus supply convoys won't bother the Freljord anymore..."

Chen Ce drank a glass of fine wine, already planning his actions after returning to Noxus.

As for now... let's just quietly have a drink and enjoy this rare moment of peace.

Glug, glug, glug...

Chen Ce savored the rare vintage wine from Gragas, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Until he heard someone calling his name from a distant platform—

"Regarding the Blood Alliance, I already have a suitable candidate— Chen Ce! From now on, you won't need to trouble yourselves to introduce anyone." Such a clear and melodious voice—who else could it be but Ashe?

In an instant, the entire camp erupted in commotion.

Then, everyone turned to look at the corner of the camp.

"...?" Chen Ce didn't know whether to put down the wine glass or not.

On the stage, Ashe held her head high with pride—it was something to be very proud of to have Chen Ce become her blood ally.

As for being shy? Not at all!

What's there to be ashamed of in publicly acknowledging a blood pact with such a handsome and powerful young man?

Hands on hips. JPG

The vast majority of her tribespeople offered their heartfelt blessings, Ashe was in high spirits.

However, some people in the audience were in a bad mood.

Sejuani stared in disbelief, her wine glass clattering to the ground.

"So... suddenly...?"

She suddenly remembered Ashe's performance before going on stage—that slightly nervous look in her eyes.

So... so Ashe wasn't nervous because she was about to give a speech...

But... but...

"You're going to betray me...!"

As night fell, the noisy crowd gradually dispersed, and the "newlyweds," Ashe and Chen Ce, were escorted to their room by the enthusiastic tribespeople.

One second before the door closed, Ashe maintained her dignified and elegant image as a Warmother; the next second after the door closed, Ashe looked uneasy at the only large bed in the room.

Sleeping together is fine; they've slept together many times already.

But... if it's about that...

It's like... at night, "strengthening tribal power" and "increasing tribal population" or something like that...

That's a bit... unprepared...

She's a woman, which is fine... but...

Chen Ce, such a young boy...

"Ahem... this... that..." Ashe took off the coat she had worn during her speech, revealing a sleeveless shirt and large expanses of snow-white skin underneath, but she didn't immediately lie down on the bed.

Instead, they spread their soft coats on the floor.

"I... I'll sleep on the floor... you can have the bed..."

"Hmm? Why?" Chen Ce sat down on the bed quite easily.

"Well... what we agreed on before... I asked you to form a blood pact with me in order to reconcile the conflicts between the various tribes..." Ashe sat down carefully, her beautiful blue eyes staring intently at the floor.

"You've already helped me a lot... how could I... possibly... take advantage of you..."

"But haven't we slept together many times?" Chen Ce's tone remained relaxed.

"But... this time... this time is different..."

"What's the difference?"

"It's the first night of our blood oath... it's going to be... that..."

"Which one?" Chen Ce almost chuckled.

"It's... that..." The innocent Ashe didn't notice anything amiss, "... to add... superior bloodlines... and something like that to the tribe..."

"Oh, I see, you mean creating humans, right?"

"Create, create, create, create people...?!" Such straightforward words made Ashe blush instantly.

Chen Ce finally couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing.

Ashe became even more nervous.

After hesitating for a while, she cautiously raised her head and glanced at the other person.

Chen Ce was just smiling, his face showing no fear or seriousness.

It was like... teasing her...

What a bad man...!

You must have done this kind of thing a lot in the past...!

The more Ashe thought about it, the more unhappy she became, and the more unhappy she became, the more she sulked.

Even though it's just a blood oath in name only, but... but that's not a good idea either...!

She's always been a pure and innocent woman, so how could Chen Ce, a young boy, have... ended up like this...!

That's too much!

"Bad man..." Ashe muttered under her breath.

"How is he a bad man? Isn't this all what you asked for?" Chen Ce chuckled and shrugged. "How can you turn your back on me like this?"

"You must have done this kind of thing a lot in the past...!"

How dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?

"Out of thin air... you look incredibly experienced...!"

Why would you think that?

"You're not nervous at all...!"

As she spoke, Ashe suddenly tugged at the collar of her shirt.

The smooth, round, snow-white northern hemisphere was suddenly revealed.

Chen Ce remained unmoved.

"Look...! You're not even shy... you must be very experienced...!"

"Wrong, I'm just Meditation." Chen Ce closed his eyes, and green magical energy lit up around his body.

"..." Ashe pursed her lips, unsure of what to say for a moment.

But she didn't pull her collar back up.

She was furious when she saw the mocking smile on Chen Ce's lips.

The buzzing sound of Meditation lingered in her ears. Ashe felt increasingly angry the more she tried to hold back, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt she had lost out.

Moreover... Chen Ce's current attire is also quite revealing—he took off his coat as soon as he entered the room, and the clothes underneath were so thin they were practically transparent, clearly showing his body curves.

Finally, Ashe's energy surged—she gained double the energy.

She pounced on him suddenly while he had his eyes closed.

"Who, who's afraid of who...! You little slut...!"

Duang~

Chen Ce was struck on the head by two full, soft mounds and immediately collapsed onto the bed.

Then, he felt his lips being captured by another pair of rosy, full lips.

And there's also... a flexible pink tongue.

The two soft mounds moved from above to where his hands were.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night...

Chapter 52 Miss Syndra is changing her stockings

Click.

The locked door opened gently, but Ashe, fast asleep, was completely unaware.

Tonight's "experiment" brought her unprecedented pleasure and satisfaction, but also great exhaustion—as a woman of Freljord, she had to maintain absolute control in everything, especially in this kind of situation.