Legends of Runeterra

Chapter 612: The Man with Silver Arm Armor

When it comes to Freljord, whether they are merchants or travelers, "eternal frozen land" is their only impression of this wild and deadly place.

Even in summer, most areas of this terrible land are still covered with heavy snow, with the snow thick enough to bury a grown man.

The few places that were not affected by the heavy snow, or even where the snow could melt briefly, became places where countless tribes and clans fought and competed.

From ancient times to the present, wave after wave of fighting for survival has made these lands more fertile under the irrigation of blood, attracting more tribes to come, repeating the cycle over and over again without end.

Until recently, the appearance of Ashe, the rumored reincarnation of the three sisters, the Iceborn of the Avarosa tribe, and a kind person, gradually changed this situation.

This Iceborn, armed with a longbow made entirely of pure ice, with his incredibly kind heart, led the Avarosa tribe to absorb several large tribes, and suddenly became one of the most powerful forces in this permafrost land.

And because of the philosophy she advocated, many small tribes that could not survive began to head to her territory and join her army.

"So, this reincarnation of Avarosa is actually somewhat credible?"

"Of course, ahem~!"

The skinny sailor coughed briefly and then lowered his voice.

“My Lord, from the look of your face, I know you are a person of inestimable value.

If you want to go to Freljord to buy their best minerals, I suggest you don't go to Winter's Claw, but go to the Avarosa tribe's territory, which is the safest and most stable place."

"Okay, thank you for your reminder, but I'm not a businessman, and I'm only here to meet two old friends."

The man with black hair and black eyes, the most handsome face the sailor had ever seen, smiled gently and extended his hand towards him.

Seeing this, the sailor hurriedly clasped his hands together and reached out.

“Ding-dong~!”

The crisp sound of the silver coins colliding made the sailor's mouth curl up.

"Thank you, thank you sir, I wish you...have a safe journey!"

"Well, go get busy."

"Okay, sir. We'll be at the port in about ten minutes. Do you want me to unload your luggage for you?"

"No need."

"Okay, I'll take my leave."

Before leaving, the sailor glanced reluctantly at the man's left arm. The silver arm armor was shining in the sunlight. It looked simple in style but gave people a sense of harmony and naturalness.

'What a pity! If I could move the luggage, I would probably get more rewards...'

The sailor carefully put the silver coins in his hand and walked away quietly.

"Inhale~Exhale~!"

Looking at the coastline getting closer and closer in the distance, Li En took a deep breath.

The cold air refreshed Li En, just like sucking on a piece of super strong mint candy and taking a sip of ice water.

Even in the port area, which should have the most pleasant temperature, the Freljord is still too cold compared to other areas.

Li En, wearing a fur cloak and feeling the oncoming sea breeze, looked down at the arm armor covering his left arm and palm, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

This arm armor was made by Master Dolan himself. Thanks to his great efforts and the help of several disciples, it was finally successfully made before Li En left Ionia.

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【Name】Rune Steel Arm Guard

[Level] Hero (quality is being improved)

[Evaluation] It incorporates the mysterious metal that Master Dolan discovered when he traveled in Ionia. The material and performance have been qualitatively improved. The host only needs to continue to infuse strength, and this arm armor will not let you down.

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When Li En received the arm armor, Master Dolan apologized to Li En with a face full of shame, saying that he had a flash of inspiration during the manufacturing process and abandoned the original prudent approach, adding the mysterious metal that he only barely understood a little bit, resulting in the result not meeting his expectations.

In response to this, Li En, who received this unexpected surprise, informed Master Dolan of the change on the spot and sincerely thanked him in order to prevent him from feeling guilty.

'I just wanted to get a souvenir, but I didn't expect Master Dolan to give me a big surprise.

Come on, eat more energy, and let me see your power sooner rather than later.'

Li En looked at the arm armor, clenched his left hand gently and then opened it. The silky and comfortable feeling made him completely unable to feel that he was wearing an arm armor.

Apart from being extremely heavy, weighing nearly one ton, this arm armor is simply a perfect piece of work.

Of course, this little problem is only a disadvantage for ordinary people.

For Li En today, one ton, ten tons, or one hundred tons, basically there is no difference.

“Ka-da~Hula~!”

As we approached the port, the sails on the ship began to be lowered and the ship slowly slowed down.

"Right rudder, get ready to enter the port!"

The loud and powerful shouts directly replaced the command flags and echoed throughout the entire ship.

"Hey~! Captain!!!"

The arduous ocean voyage was finally coming to an end, and the tired sailors were cheered up and shouted loudly in response.

Even the Freljord's unforgiving barbarian stew tasted better than the ship's bread and bacon, which were so dry that they could hammer nails.

...

At the port tavern, Freljordians of all shapes and clans gather here.

Here, apart from anger, the only thing that can dispel the cold and make the soldiers hot all over is alcohol. In this small place, even the most reckless soldiers will not easily draw their weapons.

Of course, when people are drunk, it is normal to pick up fists and start a fight.

"Hahaha~! How could the dead people and the dead sea beasts...get up again? You are bragging!"

A drunk, muscular, drunkard was shouting incoherently at a man who was surrounded by a crowd not far away.

The noisy crowd fell silent and all looked at the drunkard who spoke with a lisp.

"I'm Olaf of Rockfer. Do you think I'd lie?"

"Olaf...you said you are who you are, right?"

The drunkard stood up without any fear, his exposed muscular body was covered with scars. It was obvious that he was also a seasoned warrior.

"Since you don't believe it, then use your..."

"Bang~!"

"I prove that he is Olaf of Lokfar!"

"Who the hell are you..."

The drunkard cursed and turned to look at the door.