He Comes From the Void

Kahn lifted the shield on the top of his head. It snowed last night, and the snow piled up on the shield, and he slid it all to the side.

Some snow fell on Kai'Sa, which he saw but couldn't care about, and as he stood up and poked his head out of the ditch, he saw a group of hoofed creatures running in the distance.

"It's not a war, it's the Ernuk group." Kahn said, exhaling a stream of hoarfrost.

These creatures, named Ernuk, look like yaks and are covered with thick straw-yellow hair. They look like clumps of running straw from a distance. The only difference is a pair of upward-curved tusks growing from the sides of the mouth, just like wild boars.

Don't be fooled by this pair of fangs, Ernuk is a real herbivore, and these fangs are only used for defense and digging through the snow to find plant roots.

"Is the one with the horns their leader?" Kai'Sa asked, pointing to a bull with spiral horns on its head. The other Ernuk's horns looked short and blunt. mighty horns.

"They were running like something was chasing them," she added.

"It's hunting." Kahn saw the white beast chasing behind them in the gap between the Ernuk group, and finally understood why there was a dense sound of horseshoes.

"What hunts them?"

"I don't know." Kahn replied simply: "Ernuk is at the bottom of the food chain in the ice field. He has dull eyes and only eats grass. Novice hunters can easily knock it down. They can only rely on gathering in groups To survive, but even so, a full-grown Juvask wild boar can run amok through a herd, thankfully the big ones don't eat it."

What he meant was that any ferocious beast could bully these docile animals.

"Don't act rashly, stay in the trench and observe the situation."

Wearing white felt hats, the two of them only poked their heads out in the snowy ditch, blending in with the environment and making it difficult to be spotted.

The Ernuks ran on the plain, gradually being chased by the predators behind them. It was a group of beasts that were a whole circle bigger than Ernuk, their white hair was like snow that had just fallen, and a pair of powerful claws easily pushed down Ernuk who was running, pressed him to the ground and tore apart the thick fur.

The other Ernuk did not run away blindly. Seeing that the female in the group was knocked down, the leading horned male Ernuk immediately turned around and charged the predators. A pair of spiral sharp horns were extremely deadly.

But the predator not only has minions and claws, its head and even its back are tied with man-made protective gear. Among them, a pair of huge white giant horns are particularly prominent, tied on both sides of the head to make it Looks like some kind of giant horned deer with claws. It is precisely because of these protective gear that Kahn cannot recognize the true colors of these white beasts.

The white beast leaned slightly, and resisted Ernuk's charge with the huge horn on the top of its head, and the spiral horn was entangled with it. At this time, a Freljo wearing a horned helmet suddenly rushed out from the back of the beast. The Germans inserted the hooked bone spear into Ernuk's neck and severed his main artery with a strong hook.

Ernuk fell down immediately, and the blood that flowed out first stained the fur red, and then dyed the surrounding snow crimson.

Surrounding them, several other white beasts wore similar giant horn protective gear, and under the control of their riders, they swiftly charged into the scattered Ernuk group. Without the leadership of the leader, they are like a plate of loose sand, allowing predators to disperse their formation and kill wantonly.

Because of the thick head protectors, these predators never showed their true faces, but their sharp claws were enough to kill these herbivores.

The one-sided hunt was soon over, and the riders did not drive out the Ernuk herd, but left half of them to run away.

A bitter wind blew across the barren land, and the white beast roared. The leading rider gently patted the violent mount under him, and the bone amulet and totem wrapped around his wrist made rattling noises.

She yelled, and the rest of the riders slid out of their saddles, stretched their backs, moved their numb legs, and began to tackle the spoils on the ground.

"So their leader is a woman." Because of the heavy fur coat, Kai'Sa didn't recognize the man's feminine features until she opened her mouth.

"Many tribes in the Freljord are led by women, known as warmothers, who speak with force."

The war mother's appeasement did not calm down her mount, it kept flicking its fin-like tail, lowered its head over its shoulders, and made a low whining sound towards the direction of the trench.

The war mother noticed a series of abnormalities on the mount, looked towards Kahn's position, then greeted several tribesmen, rode on the mount, took up weapons and approached vigilantly.

"They seem to have spotted us, want to go out?"

Karn glanced at the shields piled up around him, conspicuous in the trench. Instead of continuing to hide and wait to be discovered, it is better to go out on your own initiative.

"Go out, you can't hide anymore."

The riders stopped immediately as they climbed out of the ditch.

Three people, dressed in fur clothing, but not in the way the Freljord people dress, can be identified as foreigners. The man held up his hands, indicating that he was unarmed, but that didn't matter to the battle mother.

It's not like she hasn't killed unarmed enemies.

It was mainly because the woman was holding a child in her arms, so she didn't let her subordinates smash them to pieces immediately.

Without any gestures or signals, the soldiers spread out to both sides, forming a large encirclement circle, cutting off any escape route. However, Kahn did not try to escape, and just stood there watching every move of the group of riders.

The Warmother announced aloud from the back of her mount, uttering a long string of words, but Karn did not understand a word.

He shrugged, picked his ears, and responded with a puzzled look.

The war mother said something again, and now Kahn understood from her tone that it was a curse.

"Is it true that no one can understand our words?" Kahn looked at each pair of eyes hidden in the helmet, but still no one came to communicate with him.

Fighting at worst, with this mentality, he took out the black ice pendant from his body, hung it on his finger and displayed it, to try his luck.

The result of doing this is nothing more than two, the other party is either the party close to the Frost Witch, who will give them convenience to a certain extent; or the party who hates the Frost Witch, incurring worse consequences.

The black ice swayed under Kahn's fingers. The war mother stared at the small object, her eyes gradually narrowed, her brows were deeply wrinkled, and her expression was thought-provoking.