Doran's Ring? Harren's Ring!

Soon, the two emerged from the snowfield and arrived at the bank of a glacier, where a small boat was moored.

According to Sergioni, she has been traveling by boat along the riverbank in search of suitable hunting grounds, but so far, she has found nothing.

Herren had no experience with boating, and when he boarded the boat, he accidentally splashed some river water on himself, which made him shiver from the cold.

So this guy is also a bit afraid of the cold?

Sejuani was a little curious.

"So you're not of Ice Age?"

"Iceborn?"

Herren was taken aback by what he heard, and then fragmented memories came back from his long-forgotten mind.

Oh right, Freljord also has the Iceborn faction.

Nasser Jenny... as one of the three sisters' inheritors, she must also be an Iceborn.

Iceborns aren't afraid of the cold...

Recalling how he had just been smug about saving someone's life, only to find out that the person wasn't cold at all, Herren suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Ahem... I'm not an Iceborn, I'm just a Hearthman."

"So all you can do is forge iron and eat? What else can you do?"

Sejuani looked around, searching for potential prey, and asked.

"There are already too many freeloaders in the tribe, and I don't want to take another one back with me."

Sejuani's words were somewhat cold, but Harren could understand them. Remembering that Sejuani was an Iceborn and not afraid of the cold, Harren's sense of superiority as her savior almost disappeared.

In Freljord, resources for survival are extremely scarce, a fact that Harren experienced firsthand only a few days after leaving Hearthland.

After walking for so long, we haven't seen a single person, no grass, no green leaves, no food, only a few hardy trees hidden by snow.

Therefore, it is only right for them to demonstrate their abilities.

"Would master-level forging skills be considered a true ability?"

"Master? Ha..."

Sejuani gave a soft hum.

"Every furnace maker who comes to the tribe to negotiate claims to have master-level skills, just to get more food from us... But what's the reality? They can't even afford to eat, let alone wield a hammer."

"ha……"

Heron smiled, offering no response to the questioning, but instead removed a ring from his finger and handed it to Sejuani.

"Give it a try?"

ring?

Sejuani looked at the little gadget that Heron handed her with a puzzled expression.

On the land of Freljord, survival is of the essence, and the hearth makers are mostly skilled at forging pots and pans or crafting weapons for tribal warriors.

It's not that they don't have jewelry, but in most cases, they make it casually from scraps taken from their prey. In Sejuani's view, making jewelry would be tantamount to neglecting their proper duties.

They are even more despicable than those freeloaders!

"Give it a try, this isn't your average ring."

Seeing that Sejuani was reluctant to accept it, Heron simply forced it on her.

As soon as she touched it, Sejuani felt a strange aura emanating from her palm.

She could clearly feel that even though she was still walking, her strength was slowly and steadily recovering.

This is……

Sejuani stopped in her tracks, looking at the simple ring in her hand, which seemed like an ordinary iron ring emitting a blue light.

She tentatively slipped the ring onto her index finger, and in an instant, she felt as if she had regained some energy and was recovering at a faster pace.

The anxiety of not finding prey seemed to gradually subside... This was clearly not something an ordinary ring could do.

A magical artifact?

"What is this?"

"Hmm... Helen Ring."

"The Heron Ring?"

In fact, this ring is the Doran Ring crafted by Herren.

So, what you forged with Doran is called the Doran Ring, and what I forged with Harren is called the Harren Ring. That makes perfect sense, right?

Of course, games are games, and reality is reality. When Herren crafted this ring, he discovered that the so-called spell power had been replaced by mental clarity, mana regeneration had been replaced by stamina recovery, and health points meant a slight increase in physical strength.

However, this thing doesn't waste materials or much effort, and with such a small effect, it already meets Herren's expectations for "outfit".

"Could it be... an enchantment?"

Sejuani looked at the ring on her finger and began to have some guesses.

It is said that some skilled craftsmen can imbue weapons or other tools with magic...

"Probably."

"Can you enchant weapons?"

"That's easy, of course. All you need is the materials. However, most poorly made weapons aren't worth wasting materials on enchanting."

Herren said with a hint of arrogance.

"Only weapons I forge with my own hands are worthy of being enchanted by me."

"..."

Sejuani glanced at Harren's confident expression and her opinion of this "hearth dweller" changed somewhat.

If that's the case, he is indeed different from those who just eat rice...

"Alright, I will take you back to the tribe, but whether you can stay or not depends on the War Mother's decision."

With that, Sejuani took off the ring and handed it back.

"No need, you can have it. Consider it a small gift."

Heron waved his hand and generously gave the Heron Ring to Sejuani.

Such small, inexpensive gadgets are the perfect choice for honing skills. Herren practiced with the Herren Ring whenever he had free time. Over the course of more than ten years, he created enough rings to fill a warehouse. If Herren wanted, he could wear one on each finger without a problem.

However, at that moment, a panel popped up in Herren's eyes.

[Ancient Treasures: Finding the Right Owner for Your Masterpiece 1/5]

What the heck? Sejuani is suited for Doran's Ring? As a starting item? What's the meaning of this?

Okay, AP Sejuani's damage is pretty high...

Herren looked at the light boots on his feet.

I wonder if she would mind...

"……Thanks."

While Heron didn't seem to care, Sejuani was somewhat surprised.

Shouldn't jewelry with such special abilities be considered a very precious treasure? And you just gave it away like that?

Sejuani didn't want to accept favors for nothing, but she didn't refuse either. She simply said this after putting the ring back on her finger.

"I will put in a good word for you with the mother of the war, and try my best to get you to stay."

"That would be perfect."

Herren is still in dire need of a settlement.

After wandering in the snow for several days, the food he brought was not enough to last long, and without a fixed workshop, Herren had not created anything new for a long time.

Herren's hands were itching to forge...

The fierce blizzard seemed to subside during the conversation, gradually turning from a blizzard into heavy snow, and finally leaving only some fine snowflakes drifting in the air. The weather changed incredibly quickly.

With improved visibility, they finally found a new place to stay.

"The weather in Freljord is truly unpredictable."

Sejuani said as she stopped the boat.

"Be careful, this is the territory of the losers."

"The missing person?"

Herren was no stranger to this term.

Those who have lost their humanity and reason are those who have converted to the bear spirit Woribel, and are thus members of the bear-people race.

They are brutal and warlike, and extremely xenophobic... If you want to hunt in their territory, you have to be quick!

As the howling wind gradually subsided, the two men had just stepped ashore when they heard the roar of a wild beast almost simultaneously.

The roar sounded neither like a wolf nor a bear; it was impossible to tell what creature it came from, but Sejuani was immediately invigorated.

prey!

She didn't even have time to call out to Herren before rushing toward the direction from which the sound came, her steps hurried.

After being out for so long, Sejuani finally spotted her prey's trail, and this time she was determined to get it...

Harren followed closely in Sejuani's footsteps. His physique, honed through years of training, and the blessing of a demigod were no joke; he easily kept up with Sejuani's pace.

Upon reaching a small hill, the two finally saw the source of the sound.

It was a giant snake, tens of meters long, with a silvery-white body that almost blended into the snow.

At this moment, it was baring its sharp teeth, fighting with a silver-haired girl who was holding a Zhenbing bow and arrow.