The West Ice Tribe's warriors who came to the North Sea had been completely slaughtered. The North Snow Tribe's Leader, Hunt, was about to tell Jiang Qiu about North Snow's plight when the other man spoke first. "Leader, how is North Snow doing now?"
He was slightly surprised and answered truthfully, "The last time we sent a warrior back was half a year ago. No one has come to deliver a message since."
In the Northern Boundary, information was mainly transmitted by word of mouth. Only the Demon Race, or a few Chosen Ones with unique Bloodline Talents, could communicate with the likes of Demon Beasts. They were able to tame those difficult-to-control beasts to carry messages.
Leader Hunt also didn't know North Snow's current situation, but he feared the worst.
"Half a year ago?" Jiang Qiu's brow twitched. He took the Northern Snow Lance that the Leader offered with both hands. "How long has it been since the Ancestral Ruins opened?"
