The Glory of Noxus.

The white ice and snow covered the valley like a thick white velvet blanket.

In the biting cold wind, the blue boundary pole swayed gently, symbolizing Sejuani's tent, and was embroidered with a rune pattern of two intertwined axes.

Udyr walked past the nearby tent, wrapped in the wind and snow, pushed open the felt curtain, and hurriedly entered the tent.

Compared to the freezing cold outside, the red-hot stove burning inside the tent brings a touch of warmth.

Sejuani was sitting at a wooden table, handling tribal affairs, the quill in her hand dancing constantly, filling the parchment with content.

Hearing Udyr's footsteps, Sejuani looked up and a serious look flashed in her eyes.

"Udyr, is there something urgent?"

As early as two days ago, she followed Udyr's advice and prepared to lead the tribe to migrate away from the bearman area.

This is not a failure!

The bear-man tribe of the old god Volibear had already been scattered and fled under her conquest and killing.

It is rare to see individual bear monsters nowadays, let alone those out-of-control beast spirit walkers.

Udyr spoke directly and told what he had just heard and the possible war between gods in the Ironthorn Mountains in the distance.

After listening to Udyr's story, Sejuani's eyes were gloomy and her rough hands left fine ice chips on the table.

"The resurrection of the old gods!"

"We must act quickly," Udyr said firmly.

"If we delay any further, we may face greater danger."

Sejuani fell silent, looking into Udyr's eyes, and realized that what he said was the truth.

Faced with the revival of the old gods, they must take action to protect the safety of the tribe and the blood alliance.

But in the summer, the food that the Winter Claw tribe collected from the plateaus, forests, and waters in the north was not enough.

There is no guarantee that all the tribesmen can safely survive the difficult winter during their migration.

Under normal circumstances, the tribe would encounter food shortages.

They could cross the frozen sea and head south to plunder the supplies they needed for life.

However, their defeat in the Second Freljord War meant they lost the right to raid southwards.

The Noxian Empire has heavily guarded the northern border, and with the bearmen tribe eyeing them covetously, the Winter Claw tribe and the Blood Alliance are in a difficult situation.

There was a good opportunity before to cooperate with the fugitives of the Kingdom of Demacia and plunder the Silver City of the Kingdom of Demacia.

But they also suffered defeat and lost a fierce group of raiders.

"Migration requires a lot of things, and we are already searching for supplies as much as possible." Sejuani said in a low voice.

"And Olaf hasn't come back yet. The reconnaissance team he leads is still in the dangerous area of ​​the bear tribe."

Udyr frowned, somewhat worried about Olaf's reckless character.

Olaf is very powerful, his violent bloodline is on par with Sejuani's ice bloodline.

Ordinary legendary creatures with claws and fangs are no match for Olaf.

But this guy is pursuing the golden road and will not retreat so easily.

"We can't delay any longer. You should lead the tribe and the blood alliance to migrate away first." Udyr suggested.

"I will go find Olaf myself and bring him back with the scouting party."

Olaf fell into a rage, and only he and Sejuani could suppress him.

As the war mother of the Winter Claw tribe, Sejuani shoulders an extremely important responsibility and needs to command the migration of the tribe and the blood alliance.

Therefore, this task is destined to fall on Udyr.

"As for the supply issue, the envoys of the Avarosa tribe have not left yet. We can try to contact Ashe."

Udyr looked at Sejuani and expressed his thoughts.

He understood the special relationship between Sejuani and Ashe. Although they seemed to be competing, they cared deeply about each other.

Recall the days of yore, when the Winter's Claw tribe faced the threat of the Old God Volibear and the Ursine.

After receiving the news, the Avarosa tribe did not choose to stand idly by.

On the contrary, they generously sent a lot of supplies to help the Winter Claw tribe survive the difficult winter.

It was also for this reason that the two tribes broke the rigid relationship of the past and gradually began to cooperate.

When she heard Ashe's name, a trace of fluctuation flashed in Sejuani's cold eyes, and a different emotion arose deep in her heart.

However, as the tribe's war mother, she knew she couldn't make decisions based on her personal emotions.

She had to consider the safety of the tribe and the blood alliance.

After careful consideration, Sejuani finally nodded to Udyr.

Although her movements were slight, they revealed her changes.

She was willing to put aside her personal feelings and contact Ashe and the Avarosa tribe for the future of the tribe.

The Avarosa tribe now owns the most fertile land in Freljord and many prosperous port cities.

And the ideal that Ashley talked about is being realized little by little through her own efforts.

This was something Sejuani could not ignore and needed to acknowledge.

When Udyr saw Sejuani nod, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he said goodbye to Sejuani and walked out of the tent.

Olaf is still deep in the territory of the Bearmen tribe, and he wants to bring them back as soon as possible.

Although the powers of the old gods vary in strength, Volibear's strength is undoubtedly at the top.

Sejuani stood up slowly, her movements were heavy, as if she was carrying the weight of the entire tribe.

She walked to the door of the tent, looking at Udyr's back as he disappeared into the white world.

After a while.

Sejuani took a deep breath, feeling the cold air tickle her lungs.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

A low pig sniffing sound was heard near the tent, breaking the silence around.

Sejuani turned sideways and looked at Bristle who was staggering towards her.

His companions seemed to have sensed the coming danger.

She reached out and gently stroked Steel Mane's hair to soothe him.

Then, Sejuani's gaze swept over the surrounding tribal warriors and blood alliance leaders.

"Everyone listen up. We must migrate away before the sun sets and head to the western ice fields."

As Sejuani's orders were issued, the Winter Claw tribe and the Blood Alliance quickly became busy.

They were either packing their bags, making sure no one had forgotten anything essential, or cleaning their weapons in case of a fight.

Although winter migration was full of unknowns and dangers, they were not worried at all. Their movements were skillful and orderly, without any confusion or hesitation.

Because they believe that the great War Mother Sejuani will guide them to overcome all difficulties and create a glorious future of their own.

time flies.

The noise and shouting in the snowy valley continued for a long time.

The members of the Winter Claw tribe and the Blood Alliance who had gathered nearby had almost gathered.

Sejuani stood high, looking down at her people, a determined light in her eyes.

"Everyone, we are about to embark on a difficult road, but I believe in your courage and strength."

"Now, let's go!"

Sejuani's voice echoed throughout the valley, inspiring the morale of every warrior.

Then, everyone let out a deafening shout, sang hymns, and embarked on their own journey.

To the north of the Freljord, a dormant volcano rises majestically, its body bearing the scars of ancient eruptions.

These mottled traces reflect the volcano's former glory and silence.

At the foot of the volcano, many wooden houses are scattered in an orderly manner, forming an unknown village.

This place is different from other frozen fields. Although it is covered with ice and snow, the temperature is not too cold. It seems like a warm embrace bestowed by nature on this land.

"I have never seen this forgotten god."

In the house in the center of the village, the orange bonfire dispels the cold and illuminates the children huddled together.

They gathered around an elderly and friendly man, listening attentively as he told stories about the gods.

"My grandmother told me these stories, but from what she said, it seems that she has never seen this lost god."

"Even her grandmother, her grandmother's grandmother, and her grandmother's grandmother a thousand times before her, no one has ever seen her."

"His legend was only occasionally told around a crackling fire and a dinner of grilled fish."

"If we trace our ancestors back further, these legends may become true."

The old man's voice was deep and mysterious, describing the ancient story of the Freljord glaciers.

The children's curious faces were slightly raised, and the firelight flickered on their cheeks.

"The gods are all around us, in the sky, in the soil, and behind the veil of stars."

"We just need to follow their preferences and incorporate their presence into our hearts, words and deeds."

"For example, at sea, your eyeballs would freeze into stone."

"Yes, it's that cold!" The old man's voice had a hint of evil humor, causing the children to exclaim.

"If sailors dare to rub the fat on their faces and think about Sister Seal, oh, no one remembers her real name anymore."

"Then the eyes and faces of these sailors will not be frozen by the cold sea breeze."

"And some gods, like Volibear, who controls thunder and destruction."

“I don’t want my legend to fade away so easily, so I still wander around on the frozen ground.”

"He demands sacrifice from people and forces them to obey him. All the Ursine are like this."

The children, who had all heard the stories about the half-bear villains, huddled together in fear and moved closer to the fire.

"Ah, we can talk about the bear-skinned stormbringer later. The less said about him, the better."

The old man looked at the child's actions, a smile flashing in his eyes.

Like Grandma said, once they get close to the fire, they'll do whatever you say.

"And now, the story I want to tell is about the first birth of the gods."

"Is it Orne?"

Suddenly, a curious voice was heard outside the door, attracting the old man's attention.

He saw a girl in a thick, soft white robe leaning against the door.

The magical girl wears an exquisite blue magic hat, holds a cane embedded with blue gems, and wears high boots made of fine leather.

A magician of extraordinary status!

The first time the old man saw Alora, he could tell that her identity was not simple.

"Yes, according to legend, he is the first god born in Freljord, His Majesty Ornn." The old man motioned for Allura to come over and listen.

Allura nodded gently and walked gracefully to sit among the children.

She opened her backpack, took out some berries she had picked on the way, and distributed them to the children in front of the campfire.

The children all shouted in unison, thanking Allura for her generosity.

The old man also gave Allura a friendly and humble smile and continued telling the story.

"Did you know that there used to be no snow in the Freljord?"

The old man pointed at the white snowflakes gently falling outside the window and asked inquiringly.

The children also showed confused expressions and looked at the old man.

"That's right. The continent we are on has always been the coldest place in the world, but in ancient times, there was only dry and cold wind on the earth, without a trace of dark clouds."

"It was Ornn who shaped the land of the Freljord and brought the first snow."

Allura listened to the story quietly. After leaving Udyr, she began to look for the legendary god.

Mountain Hidden Flame·Onn!

She walked through the endless ice and snow, studying the relics left by the Lu family, hoping to learn the whereabouts of Ornn himself through his followers.

After persistent research, she came to this dormant volcano and entered the village.

The children listened to the stories and ate the delicious berries, but soon they grew tired and huddled together around the campfire.

The old man began to send the children back home one by one.

Although the village is not too wealthy, it is not the Winter Claw tribe after all, and there are many members of the tribe living in the village.

Allura asked, resting her chin on her hand, after the old man had finished his work.

“Are these stories true?”

"As long as we believe it, the story is true." The old man did not answer directly, but looked at Allura with burning eyes.

"Sir Superhuman, why did you come to the village? This place is very barren."

"I'm here to look for Ornn," Allura said bluntly.

"Great Lord Ornn?" The old man remained silent, lowered his head, began to pick up firewood, and fiddled with the bonfire.

It has been too long since the Hidden Flame of the Mountain responded to the voices of its believers. Even the former members of the Lu family do not know where this great god is.

Without waiting for a response, Allura stood up, saluted the old man, and walked out of the village toward the top of the dormant volcano.

When she was telling the story just now, she sensed a subtle energy fluctuation, which was spreading through the flames in the house.

The mountain road is rugged and covered with ice and snow.

Alola walked lightly over the obstacles and reached the top of the volcano.

The steep cliffs are covered with snow, and occasionally bare deep red rocks can be seen.

Alola looked around and without stopping for too long, she continued to go deeper into the crater, where she saw many ruins and rubble.

It can be seen that there was once a magnificent settlement standing on the volcano.

But as time passed, all that remained was the dilapidated scene.