The Other Side of Heroes

Boom!

As soon as she entered the Mother of War's tent, Sejuani received a solid punch to the face.

Sejuani was strong, but she was still a young girl who was suddenly and unexpectedly punched by Gorgias without holding back, and she was immediately knocked to the ground.

Herren, who had just lifted the tent flap and entered, was immediately stunned.

He knew that Sejuani and her mother had a strained relationship, but he didn't realize it had gotten to this extent.

"How many times have I warned you! You have my blood in your veins, you bear my name... God, you're a piece of trash!"

Compared to when they were outside the tent, Kojiya's words were now even more ruthless.

Sejuani didn't retort. She suppressed the dizziness in her head, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said with her head down.

"I know Ashe, she's my friend, back when my grandmother was allied with their tribe..."

"I told you, don't mention your precious grandmother in front of me! She forced me to take power for her and forced me to get married... Otherwise, I wouldn't have given birth to such a useless person like you!"

Sejuani lowered her head even further, her fingers gripping the ground tightly.

"I'm warning you one last time, don't embarrass me again... Look at that Avarosa woman, you're nothing compared to her. You're just prey for Urkas and his brothers, ultimately... you're worthless!"

Kujiya's words became increasingly cutting, to the point that even Helen, an outsider, could no longer bear to watch.

"Although this is a family matter between you and your daughter, this... lady? Aren't you going a bit too far?"

Upon hearing Helen speak, Kojiya, still furious, glared at him.

"Don't interrupt, outsider! Unless you don't want your teeth!"

"Um?!"

Herren paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and took the Thirst Blood from his waist.

Boom!

The heavy yoke slammed heavily onto the carpet inside the tent with a dull thud.

Helen dragged the Bloodthirsty Flail and walked up to Kojiya, staring at her coldly.

"Then I'd like to see how you're going to deal with me."

"Ha, you think you're so brave, you Luxiang man?"

At this moment, Sejuani stood up and grabbed Herren's arm.

Heron turned around and saw that Sejuani's lips were already turning blue. She pursed her lips, shook her head at Heron, and tried to pull him away with her arm.

Helen remained silent for a moment, then glared fiercely at Kojiya before being pulled by Sejuani towards the tent exit.

However, after taking two steps, Kojiya spoke again.

"People of Luxiang, I still have something to say to you. As for you... run! Crybaby! Run and cry!"

Sejuani trembled, and Herren, standing beside her, clearly noticed that her lips were almost bleeding from being bitten, but that did not stop the tears from seeping from her eyes.

She released her grip on Herren's hand, lowered her head, dragged her long sword, lifted the curtain, and rushed out of the tent.

Heron, looking at Sejuani's expression, was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

In his mind, the "Sejuani" he knew in his previous life was the Wrath of the North, a ruthless war mother, a queen who valued power above all else... Although Sejuani is still quite inexperienced now, she already possesses that kind of powerful aura.

He never imagined that a girl like this would be scolded by her mother and run away in tears.

Herren remained silent for a long time, and when he turned around, his resentment was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

He looked at Kojiya, who was pouring wine into his horn cup and sitting back down in his seat.

"Gorgia, you shouldn't have said that to Sejuani. She's not useless; she'll be excellent."

Harren has lived alone in the Hearthland for many years, and she doesn't know much about the customs and culture of Freljord, nor does she know what the Gorgia are.

However, his memories from his past life gave him a very simple way of making judgments.

I can't pick you in the game, so I don't care what you are here or there. Are you as awesome as the Wrath of the North?

"Heh, you're quite willing to defend her... Also, call me Mother of War."

"I am not a member of the Winter's Claw, and your behavior does not warrant me using honorifics to address you."

Helen didn't use any derogatory terms like "bitch," which was already a favor given that she was Sejuani's mother.

"snort……"

However, after expelling Sejuani, Qogia was not so irritable anymore. She didn't care about Harren's disrespect and just swirled her wine glass.

"I really don't know where your confidence in her comes from."

Kuojiya tilted his head back and put the drink into his mouth.

"I have this confidence that she will become the War Mother of the Winter's Claws and lead them to become one of the most powerful tribes in Freljord."

Kuojiya paused in swallowing, a few drops of wine trickling down her chin and onto her clothes.

She slowly put down her wine glass, looking at Herren as if he were talking about something that had already happened, his face filled with certainty.

"It seems... you intend to support her?"

To Gorgia, Harren's prophetic conclusion sounded like a firm commitment to Serjane's support.

"Support? Not really, she was the first friend I ever made."

"Um……"

Kuojiya stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

She naturally had little patience for ordinary furnace dwellers, but she had seen the Frost Priest's reaction just now.

Those damned bastards always act like crazy idiots, as if they have everything under control... But this time, Kujiya rarely saw them looking horrified.

Although it was brief, Kojiya still noticed it.

Her keen intuition told her that this man was probably not as simple as he seemed...

Kuojiya pondered for a moment, then spoke coldly.

"Well then, people of Luxiang, I admire your courage, but I need a reason that will convince everyone... What will you do?"

Helen did not answer, but walked to the table of Kojiya and slammed the heavy Bloodthirsty Flail onto it.

The objects on the table were immediately shaken and tilted, but Kojiya still did not show any signs of life.

She was completely captivated by this weapon, which seemed to have no special features.

She wasn't ignorant; she could tell at a glance that this weapon was no ordinary item... Kujiya had only ever felt this way about the legendary Ice Axe and Spear of the Avarosa tribe.

She couldn't help but reach out and stroke the yoke, as if she were feeling a strange magic.

But Kojiya was not convinced.

"I've seen many weapons like this. How can you prove that you forged this yourself? Perhaps it was passed down from one of your great-grandmothers."

"Are you deliberately picking a fight?"

Herren was somewhat displeased; this was clearly a questioning of his professional ethics.

But before he could get angry, what Kuojiya said next surprised him.

"Alright, I'll give you a few days. You can use any materials from the tribe you like, but you must create a piece that satisfies me..."

Kujiya stroked the Bloodthirsty Flail and presented his terms.

To open up all the material inventory to a newcomer just to test him is clearly a very generous offer.

Herren even suspected that the old woman was schizophrenic; she had been so harsh to her daughter just moments before, but now…

"If you succeed, I will not only let you join our tribe, but also reserve a private furnace for you, and perhaps give you some special rewards."

"A special reward? What do you mean?"

Kuojiya smiled slightly and finally took her hand away from the thirsty blood.

"Perhaps I will make you a blood sworn brother of my daughter, and let you climb into her bed."

"..."

However, instead of the expected flattery on Helen's face, Kuojiya saw a... inexplicable emotion.

What do you mean? Isn't this reward generous?

This was certainly a generous offer, and Herren knew it was essentially equivalent to becoming a prince consort... but Herren felt something was off. Would a mother immediately start arranging a blood oath for her daughter? Especially for a man she had just met?

In fact, this was because Helen didn't understand Kojiya enough. Kojiya had already gathered a bunch of eligible adult men, almost all of them with some ability and worth recruiting, and urged Sejuani to choose as soon as possible, preferably to take them all in.

"No need for that. If I had to suggest something, I'd rather be rewarded with the ability to use all of Winter's Claw's materials from now on."

"Heh, that depends on what kind of work you can produce."

Kuojiya raised an eyebrow and waved his hand.

"Alright, you can go now. Let my daughter take you to the tribe's furnace."

"I couldn't be happier... but the problem is, how do I find her?"

"Looking for her?"

Kuojiya chuckled and pointed outside the tent.

"I bet that crybaby is waiting outside right now."