Best Sisters for Life

"I will protect you like a sister, shelter your children, and share your pain, Aisha of Avarosa. I consider you family, a confidante, a sworn sister..."

Sejuani stretched out her blood-stained hand, and as Ashe watched the crimson blood droplets seep into the pristine snow, her eyes welled up with tears.

She slashed her palm with a knife and held Sejuani's hand tightly.

"I will protect you like a sister. Whether in battle or childbirth, I will be by your side. Sejuani of Winter's Claw, I consider you family, I consider you my sworn sister."

The two exchanged knowing smiles. A young orphan who had just lost all her family and a warrior who had a tribe but no friends to rely on were now completely connected.

Sejuani looked at Herren.

???

Herren paused for a moment, then hesitantly reached out his hand.

"Should I come too?"

"Heh, of course you don't need to. If you want to join, it's called a blood pact, and you can only choose between the two of us."

"Oh……"

Hearing Sejuani's teasing, Heron thought about it seriously for a moment before speaking.

"If I could choose, I'd pick Ashe. She seems much gentler than you."

Moreover, Ashe is a well-known advocate of pure love... Heron understands and respects Freljord's polyandry system, but personally, he still finds it somewhat unacceptable.

"You won't be angry if I say this, will you?"

"Of course I'll be angry. If you ask why... you're a hearthman, you're not good enough for Ashe."

"You were just calling me a shaman..."

Hearing the two of them start bickering again without realizing it, Ashe couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Finally, after experiencing great changes and losing everything, she found a partner she could rely on again.

"Alright, stop fooling around. As a witness, you should say something."

"Me? I don't have much to say... okay."

Under Sejuani's intense gaze, Heron finally managed to say a few words.

"It's so nice to see you two... united in marriage. I hope that in the days to come... you'll support each other? Grow old together? No, Ashe's hair is already white..."

Herren had foreseen that the two would become true sisters, and he wasn't particularly affected by it. He could even foresee their falling out... after all, that's how the backstory was written.

However, as a player with a cloud background from his previous life, although he knew some general background stories, he knew nothing about the more specific details, such as why the two broke up or when.

But through his interactions with the two, he could roughly sense that Ashe and Sejuani were very different in both personality and ideology.

The ruthless and stubborn Sejuani, when she meets the gentle but intolerant Ashe, seems to be a natural match.

However, it seems the two sisters are very close, so perhaps they can find a way to avoid each other in the future...

Sejuani didn't demand too much of Harren; she didn't really treat him as a proper shaman, just wanting a sense of ritual.

At this moment, a group of people also came over, leading several creatures that looked like miniature mammoths. These creatures were called Juvask. Although they were huge and frightening, they were gentle in nature and were among the few domesticated animals in Freljord. They were excellent choices as mounts or pack animals.

The leader was none other than Ercas, whom they had just met.

"Boss, everything is ready. Juvask has already carried the oil."

"Okay, let's go."

Sejuani nodded and looked at Heron.

"So, are you coming? Or are you going back to the furnace to forge iron?"

"Of course I'll go with you. You two are the only two people I know in the whole tribe. Please, it's boring to be alone."

After more than a decade of seclusion, Herren became somewhat addicted to socializing upon entering "human society" and constantly wanted to talk to someone.

"Perfect timing, with your help, things will definitely go much more smoothly."

Sejuani knew of Heron's abilities, but the others did not.

"Him? Are you sure, boss? We're short-handed, so it'd be best if everyone was a good fighter... We were keeping this operation a secret from Zhan Mu, and it would be difficult to explain if anyone got injured."

Ercas looked Herren up and down, and seeing that he was not tall and not very strong, he became somewhat suspicious.

In fact, in his previous life, Helen's physique would have been at least at the level of a bodybuilding champion, tall and mighty. However, Freljord was a land of outstanding people, and every capable man there had a neck thicker than his head, and each one was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, making Helen appear somewhat thin and weak.

After all, in such icy and snowy conditions, being weak can really lead to death.

However, Herren did not argue, but instead smiled and extended a hand.

"Want to arm wrestle?"

"...Arm wrestling?"

Ercas was somewhat speechless, but he still extended his large hand and shook hands with Herren.

"Get ready and unleash your power. Let me make this clear: I'm a blacksmith, so it's reasonable for me to be strong, right?"

"hehe."

Urkas smiled dismissively. Being chosen by the War Mother as Sejuani's bloodline candidate, he was naturally outstanding among his peers, and he didn't take Harren's words to heart.

But as soon as he exerted his strength, Ercas sensed something was wrong.

Herren's raised arm was like a piece of raw iron; despite Ercas's continued exertion, it did not budge or even tremble.

"..."

Looking at Herren's calm and collected face, Ercas dared not underestimate his opponent any longer and exerted all his strength.

His arms trembled from exerting force, and his face turned red, but Herren's hand did not move an inch.

"Has it already started?"

As Herren asked, Urcaston immediately felt an astonishing force coming from his hand.

The force wasn't trying to break his wrist, but rather to squeeze his palm.

Urkas felt as if something was clamping his hand, squeezing his flesh and bones, making a creaking sound.

His face turned bright red, and he continued to try to pry it open, but he couldn't budge it at all. He tried to pull his hand away, but he couldn't get it out either.

Just as he was about to cry out in pain, Herren suddenly released his grip.

"You've got something, buddy."

Herren chuckled and patted Ercas on the shoulder, while Ercas silently pulled his hand behind his back, his fingers still trembling.

Judging from the performance, the arm wrestling match between the two was at a stalemate, but Ercas knew perfectly well what the actual situation was.

At least he saved face... Now Ercas no longer dared to underestimate this seemingly frail man.

Harren has been forging iron for many years, so his strength is naturally enormous. With the blessing of Ornn and the attribute fragments... if Harren were to hold the power of entropy in one hand, he could probably break Ercas's hand in one go.

"Alright, stop fooling around, Urcas, we're in a hurry... If you don't have any strength in your wrist, just wait until I knock your jaw off and then try to straighten it."

Sejuani's rebuke brought the little incident to an end, and Urkas dared not refute it, but was also somewhat helpless.

I wasn't the one who suggested arm wrestling...