But for Li Ke and the others, this was a sudden war, and for the initiator of this war, the Winterspring Clan, it was also a very sudden thing.
Before this, they had never thought of rebelling against Aichy, let alone fighting against Aichy. It could be said that the Battle Matriarch admired Aichy and Aichy's philosophy of treating all Freldrod people as her compatriots.
However, it didn't matter what they thought because their will was meaningless before God.
"Good, you've done well."
The Battle Matriarch of the Winterspring Clan knelt before a statue that was' accidentally 'brought into the clan. She trembled as she listened to God's orders.
On her almost naked body, a bloody bearskin with yellow fat wrapped tightly around her body. The huge bear head loomed over the Matriarch of War's head, messing up her silver-white hair.
"But we can't defeat Aichy, the great Storm Lord! She has several times more people than us and her reinforcements … "
She suppressed her fear and placed her head on the cold ground, not daring to show the slightest bit of dissatisfaction.
She didn't understand why the great Storm Lord would forcefully enslave her tribesmen, then lower himself to come to a small tribe like hers and take away her tribe's future. She also didn't understand why the Storm Lord would go against his sister, the great Storm Lord, Wings of Ice.
She only knew that her clan was doomed. Even if they were lucky enough to survive Aichy's wrath, they were destined to be enslaved by the Storm Lord and lose their minds.
However, before the apocalypse arrived, she had to work hard to ensure the survival of her tribe and do her best to find a way to ensure the survival of her tribe.
But she had underestimated her master. Her thoughts were no secret from him. The moment she put on the bearskin because of Furybear's threat, she had completely marked herself as Furybear, the terrifying Bearman God.
"Are you questioning your master's strength?!"
Furybear's roar echoed in her mind, and she did not even have the strength to kneel. After all, she was a young and strong Matriarch!
"No, I don't dare! Great Furybear! Your power is boundless! But we don't have your divine might … "
The Battle Matriarch tried to explain, but her flattery was meaningless to the furious Furybear. Before she could finish her sentence, a dense light appeared all over her body. Streaks of electric current appeared out of thin air on her body. This made the Matriarch of War feel incomparable pain.
She couldn't help but howl. Even though she tried her best to suppress her movements and didn't want to roll on the ground in pain, the wrath of the Thunder Lord wasn't something she could resist with her willpower. She rolled on the ground like a dying fish, her beautiful body filled with shuddering pain.
However, she was also kneeling on the ground. None of the surrounding clansmen dared to raise their heads to look at her, and none of them dared to help her up.
Because those who did were all dead.
But fortunately, Furybear had a use for the Battle Matriarch. After all, without her and her clan, his younger sister, Avernia, would surely notice the situation and choose to wage war against him in order to protect the mortals here.
Even though he wasn't afraid of his younger sister and even looked down on her, his followers couldn't. Besides, even though Avernia wasn't as strong as him and Avernia, she was still troublesome. Avernia would keep attacking him, and she would even call for that annoying ram.
This was also why he came here in such a secretive manner and didn't turn everyone here into his followers. Instead, he left them with their self-awareness.
That was why the Battle Matriarch spared her life and wasn't killed by the wrath of an ancient deity.
But even so, she felt like more than half of her hair was charred by the lightning and she felt an unforgettable pain all over her body.
"Remember this feeling! Mortals! Then vent your pain on that shameless thief! "
Thief?
The dying Battle Matriarch sensed that this description wasn't normal, but she didn't dare to think too much about it. She knew that if Furybear were to find out about her thoughts, she and her tribe would face a tragic end.
"The Bearman will appear when you fight! I will also appear on the battlefield when necessary! So if you fail, you don't have the rights to become my followers. You will all become my food! "
Furybear was satisfied with her obedience, so he didn't punish her because he knew that no matter what, this woman was going to die. He was still very magnanimous towards the dead.
"As you command, Great Furybear!"
The Battle Matriarch guessed Furybear's intention from his words because her expression was worse than before.
But this wasn't the end, because Furybell's next words made the Matriarch of War's expression turn even uglier!
"Very well. If you win, I will bestow upon your clansmen corresponding strength according to their achievements on the battlefield!"
The meaning of this sentence was very clear. All of them, including the elderly and the children, had to go to the battlefield. Otherwise, he would punish all those who disobeyed his orders and make them suffer the pain of being struck by lightning, just like he had just done to himself.
But when the time came, there wouldn't be a problem of mercy. Furybear would kill and end the lives of those who didn't go to the battlefield.
But … the youngest child was only seven years old!
If her thoughts weren't affected by Furybear, she would surely question fate as to why such a God would appear in her clan.
But now, she could only endure the pain of her clan being destroyed under her orders and the pain of having to send her children to their deaths.
But she had no choice but to continue down this path.
"Yes, Great Furybear."
She obeyed with great pain, and Furybear was satisfied by her pain, so he did not torture the Matriarch of War any further. Instead, he transmitted a person's appearance to everyone's heart.
"Bring him to me!"
And the person Furybell was referring to was Li Ke.
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