The Glory of Noxus.

At the top of the dormant volcano, the freezing cold wind carried ashes and snowflakes, covering many dilapidated buildings.

Allura held a magic staff in her hand, and a blue light covered her body, preventing the ashes and snowflakes from falling.

She strolled through the ruins at a leisurely pace, her jewel-like eyes flashing with curiosity as she glanced at the nearby buildings.

Most of the buildings have been through the test of time, and have a sense of desolation and sadness.

Alora walked on the piles of rubble and dilapidated streets, and felt the inexplicable emotions left in the buildings firsthand.

This is also one of the reasons why she likes traveling.

Every different place always brings her unique insights.

As Allura went deeper, she discovered many traces buried in the corners of the building.

Pottery jars made of ice and soil, rusty ironware, and some unclear words carved on the stone wall.

These ruins seem to tell an ancient and mysterious story.

Allura became more and more interested and began to study the traces in the building carefully.

She saw strange rune patterns that looked like a hammer and a wine jug, perfectly and harmoniously intertwined together.

“Is it the culture of the Lu family?”

She had seen many similar cultures in recent times while tracking Ornn's trail.

This group of extinct ancestors was called the Lu family in many records.

They are followers of Ornn and have mastered his skills to the same perfection.

These runes and traces are the unique culture of blacksmiths, craftsmen and brewers.

But now, they have long been lost under the erosion of time.

But I never thought that I would see traces of the Lu family in this ruined land.

"It looks like the Lu family has lived here. So, are there any clues about Ornn here?"

Allura put away her inner thoughts and came to the center of the ruins. A magnificent palace that had collapsed mostly appeared in her sight.

The cold wind blew, and the low groans told of the lost lives.

Allura walked gently to the front of the hall, pushed open the cracked stone door, and entered a completely different world.

Compared to the ashes and snow outside, the color inside the hall is deep red, as hot and full of vitality as a furnace.

The walls are engraved with many images of objects cast by the Lu people, demonstrating the former prosperity of Lu Township.

Walking along the corridor, Allura came to the ruined main hall of the temple and saw a sculpture that had been baptized by time but still exuded a fiery aura.

A giant fiery red goat!

Its presence seems to ignite the atmosphere of the main hall.

The goat's horns are crude and powerful, like an ancient totem piercing the sky.

The deep red eyes faintly sparkled with the light of wisdom, seeing through the fog that shrouded the world.

Allura stopped in front of the statue, looking up at the giant goat in front of her, recognizing it as the image of Ornn from mythological records.

"I smell you!"

Allura seemed to see something from the giant goat statue, and a strange light appeared in her gem-like eyes.

She held the magic staff tightly in her hand and waved it gently at the giant goat statue.

All of a sudden!

The world is peeling away, and the dilapidated and decayed things before our eyes are just appearances that are slowly disappearing.

Allura used her special ability to open a door between the material and spiritual realms.

Mottled energy surged out like a floodgate, filling the material realm.

Then, behind the door, a road leading to an unknown world appeared.

Allura quickly walked inside, leaving the material realm and entering the world behind.

end of the channel.

Allura came to a forge hall filled with a burning atmosphere, with hot and lively fires surging all around.

In addition, she saw a huge steel shovel, a crowbar, and a black anvil.

Allura ignored the fire and looked at the black anvil that was like a mountain. Compared with this giant, she was like a poor lamb.

Then she looked at the steel shovel placed next to her and noticed the marks of long-term clenching on it.

Allura seemed to be lost in thought as she paced around the Forge Hall.

"Who is it? Breaking into my place?"

Suddenly, a dull sound like thunder rang out in the fiery red forge hall, echoing between the walls.

Allura looked in the direction of the voice and saw a shadow approaching, almost occupying her entire field of vision.

Allura looked closely, only to find that it was not a shadow, but an old goat walking.

The goat's skin is black, with fine muscle lines interwoven on the surface of its body, like natural runes, full of vast power.

Eyes burning with flames stared at Allura, as if they could see into her heart.

As the goat walked slowly towards him, he held a casting hammer in his hand, and a hot breath blew towards him, as if it had just been taken out of a furnace.

This was the first god born in Freljord.

Mountain Hidden Flame·Onn!

"Your Majesty, Hello, I am Alora, and I would like to seek your help."

Allura quickly stepped forward, saluted and said to Ornn who appeared in the forge hall.

"Sorry, I still need to rest." Ornn looked at the unfamiliar Allura and shook his head in refusal.

He had lost track of how long it had been since he had been seen in the Freljord.

Now, he just wants to retreat and concentrate on his practice, not wanting to worry about any worldly affairs.

Even for a strong person like Allura who can move freely between the material and spiritual realms, he doesn't care.

Allura fell silent after hearing this. Ornn's attitude was similar to the myth story she had heard not long ago.

Ornn was once a good god, but he no longer comes to the world and no longer pays attention to the prayers of his believers.

However, after Allura passed the first side, she felt that Ornn seemed to be afraid of something, so she hid in the spiritual realm.

Perhaps the truth will change Ornn's mind?

This is what Alola thought in her heart and did.

In the spiritual realm, she directly called out her friend, the lost elk spirit—

Hello Astrid.

Ha Astrid looked even more twisted than before.

The blood-stained antlers were dotted with black spots, and the chaotic eyes were filled with killing and madness, with almost no godly power.

Ornn looked down at Allura, staring at the elk spirit that appeared in front of her, surprise in his flaming eyes.

"Ha Estrelle?"

Ornn's eyes narrowed, and he instantly recognized the identity of the elk spirit that was tortured by the shadow.

He is a compatriot of Ornn and was once a powerful demigod born in the land of Freljord.

However, as people turned their backs on and forgot the old gods, many demigods lost their divinity and fell into eternal sleep.

"what happened to him?"

Ornn's eyes moved away from Haastriel and looked at Allura, revealing a probing look.

"I don't know. I was already like this when I met him." Allura replied in a serious tone.

"That's why I wanted to ask for your help."

Ornn said nothing. He came to Haastriel, stretched out his heavy palm, and gently stroked the blood-stained antlers.

Buzz!

A blazing flame ignited, carrying a purifying force, burning the dark shadows and illuminating the elk figure of Haastriel.

In the center of the flames, Haastriel's eyes showed a faint clarity, as if she had broken free from the darkness and regained her freedom.

"Roar!"

At this moment, Haastriel growled at Ornn, and a dark shadow surged out of her body, resisting the burning of the flames.

Although his strength was not as great as Ornn's, the dark shadow seemed to be draining his life, forcing Ornn to stop the flame in his hand.

"interesting?"

Ornn clearly felt the powerful resistance brought by the dark shadow, and immediately gathered all the fire power in his body to completely dispel the darkness and let Haastriel return to freedom.

Flames and shadows intertwined, creating a huge wave of energy that caused the fire in the forge hall to flicker.

Gradually, the dark shadows could no longer withstand the burning of the flames, and the blood-stained horns turned green again.

But Haastriel's vitality also became dim, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any time.

As a last resort, Ornn stopped the flames in his hand and allowed the dark shadow to cover Haastril again.

"The power in his body is very strange. It seems to be entangled with life and death and affects his will." Ornn shook his head slightly, indicating that he was powerless.

"This is not the power of Runeterra, it is the power of another world."

The hope that rose in Allura's heart was completely shattered after Ornn's words fell.

"However, I can suppress the shadow energy in his body." Ornn saw Allura's disappointment and said in a deep voice.

"During this time, you can go to the western ice field to find Isyaen. Her power may be able to eliminate Haastriel's abnormal condition."

"Isyaen?"

Allura looked confused, unfamiliar with the name Ornn had said.

Ornn used his own fire power to forcibly suppress Haastriel's shadow power, allowing him to maintain his final elk spirit form and prevent him from falling completely into the shadow.

"You should have heard of her other name."

"Ice Crystal Phoenix Anivia!"

In the eternal cycle of birth, life, and death, the icy phoenix Anivia guides and protects the Freljord.

Allura suddenly came to her senses when she heard Anivia's name.

In mythology, Anivia is a god born in the bitter icy wind. She has experienced countless cycles of birth, death, and rebirth, and has always been fond of the Freljord.

"Is she in the West?"

"Yes." Ornn nodded.

Although he remained hidden in his forge hall, he sensed that the world outside had entered a new era.

Especially in the western part of Freljord, the newly born Avarosa tribe is leading many tribes and blood alliances on the right path.

"Hmm? This aura?"

Ornn finished talking with Allura and was about to return to the workshop when he sensed a sense of restlessness coming from a distant place.

"Is it Valhal?"

It was also at this time that Haastriel, who should have been suppressed by the flames, suddenly rioted.

A large amount of black liquid flowed from his mouth and nose, and the dark shadows within his body began to glow with a deep blue light.

"The power of ice blood?" Allura stared at the changes in Haastriel.

"No, there are other energies."

But Ornn did not continue to pay attention to Haastriel.

He stared into the distance, his flaming eyes seeming to ignore space, intent on observing his brother, Valhalla.

Even though there were some not-so-good memories between the two, the bond that had lasted for tens of millions of years could not be easily severed.

Ornn clenched the hammer in his hand, preparing to leave the forge hall and leave the spiritual realm.

Something is very wrong in Valhalla.

He sensed that Valhal, who possessed the power of thunder and destruction, seemed to be in a painful struggle, whipping Freljord with endless thunderstorms.

Before leaving, Ornn looked at Ha'Astriel beside Allura and whispered, "Is someone interfering with the revival of the old gods?"

The world before my eyes was changing, familiar snow and ice blew past my body, and the ashes in the air swayed in the wind.

Ornn stepped into the dormant volcano, leaving the Forge Hall for the first time in a thousand years.

He looked towards the dilapidated buildings of the volcano, memories flashing in his fiery eyes.

Memories of the former Lu family came to mind.

His followers created the most ingenious tools, the strongest houses, and brewed the most delicious ale in the world.

But one night, disaster struck.

For reasons unknown to mortals, Ornn and his brother Volibear fought each other on top of the volcano, destroying everything that the Lu family had worked so hard to create.

Fire, ashes, and lightning rained down from the sky, creating a terrible storm that you could see even if you were ten horizons away.

When the dust settled, Lu Township became a smoking crater, and all the Lu family members were shattered to pieces, with their flesh and blood mixed in the ashes and slowly sinking to silence.

Although Ornn would never admit it verbally, he was completely devastated.

He had once glimpsed the burgeoning potential of mortal life in the Lu family, but these lives were completely destroyed in the blink of an eye under the indiscriminate wrath of the immortals.

The huge sense of guilt made him hide in the forge hall, where he secluded himself in hard practice and never saw the world again.

"I'm going to find Valhal." Ornn suppressed the many thoughts that surged in his mind and said to Allura.

"Could you please tell Isyaen a message?"

"You say." Allura nodded slightly.

Ornn looked towards the southeast, his tone becoming more serious, bearing a heavy responsibility.

"Tell Isyaen to wake up from her sleep. Someone is trying to destroy the Freljord we created together."

Although he could not see the situation Valhalla was in, he could sense that an ancient terror was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to launch a massive invasion.

Unprecedented unrest is coming.

This is not just his intuition, but also his deep understanding and perception of this land.

However, Ornn understood that only by finding Valhalla could he know everything behind the scenes.

Ornn took a last look at the village at the foot of the volcano. The sound of blacksmithing there was a familiar melody.

He took a deep breath, left the furnace country, and embarked on a journey to find Valhal.

Allura stayed where she was, watching Ornn's departing back, and waved her hand to take Haastriel back into her spiritual realm.

"The West?"

Allura turned and looked west, believing Ornn's words that Anivia held the key to restoring Haastril's sanity.

Then she left Luxiang and continued her journey.