Legends of Runeterra

Chapter 613 Sejuani

“Bang! Crack!”

With one hand, he pushed the head of the drunkard who was interacting with him in a friendly manner into the bar counter. Despite this, the other party's limbs were still trying to pull his head out.

"As expected of the Freljord's chosen one, he hasn't fainted yet. He's really a good warrior~!"

Li En praised and stretched out his hand to pat it lightly.

"Boom~!"

The drunkard's body twitched and then fell into a deep sleep.

“Hahaha! It feels so damn good!”

Wiping the blood splattered on his face, Olaf picked up a glass of liquor that he had luckily survived and drank it all, then roared with excitement.

After sweeping the messy pub, Li En took out a small bag from his waist and threw it on the bar.

“Ding-dong~!”

The coins collided with each other, making a clear and pleasant sound, which summoned the bitter-faced bartender hiding behind the bar.

"Take it. It's enough to compensate for your losses."

"Thank you, thank you sir, may Anivia bless you!"

Li En smiled and nodded, then looked at Olaf not far away.

"Come on, Olaf, let's talk somewhere else."

"Okay, let's go, but I have to treat you later!"

"Haha~! No problem."

After Li En finished speaking, Olaf walked directly to the door. Facing the drunkards lying on the ground, he either kicked them away roughly or stepped on them. Amid the groans of pain from the unconscious drunkards, Olaf cleared a path leading directly to the door.

Li En, who was behind, smiled slightly and walked away along the path cleared by Olaf.

When he arrived at the door, Olaf picked up a ball of flour-like white snow, rubbed it between his hands for a few times, and finally covered his face with it and began to wash.

As the white snow with a hint of red fell to the ground, Olaf breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect you to be so particular now. You even wash your hands and face after a fight."

"Oh! Don't mention it. The Avarosa tribe is rising too fast now. A weird guy has gained the trust of Warmother Sejuani and has implemented some new rules in the tribe.

It is said that...maintaining hygiene can give those little ones a greater chance of survival."

Olaf brushed the snow off his beard, a trace of distress on his rough face.

"'Strange fellow'? What's his name?"

"Udyr, a spirit walker who escaped from Ionia.

Although their behavior is not like that of the Freljordians, they are very powerful!"

"It's him indeed."

"Hmm? Li En, do you know him?"

Olaf, who was walking on the snow, turned his head and asked with a little curiosity.

"Yes, part of the reason for coming to Freljord this time is to see you and Udyr."

"Well, Li En, you know a lot of people."

Muttering something, Olaf raised his hand and pointed at the long house with a sign hanging in the distance.

The snow on the ground in front of the door had been trampled for a long time and became a little muddy.

The noisy conversation was faintly heard by the two men through the thick animal skin curtain.

"Hahaha~! We're here. One of the two best taverns in this port!"

Following Olaf's finger, Li En stared at the words on the rough sign.

"'Troll's Sap'? Hehe~! Interesting name."

"Hahaha~! That's their signature dish. Drinking it in one gulp feels like getting hit on the head by a troll!

Come on, Li En, I didn’t have a good drink with you last time, so I have to treat you well this time!"

"Of course, I won't stop until I'm drunk."

“Hahaha~! I won’t stop until I’m drunk!”

"Bang~!"

Olaf's big feet, which were over fifty yards long, kicked open the wooden door behind the animal skin curtain.

...

Inside the port, at the base of the Winter Claw, a group of warriors standing quietly, dressed in heavy fabrics and animal furs, adorned with bones, fangs, or horns, their proudest prey.

In front of their phalanx, where eyes of reverence and admiration converged, a woman over 1.8 meters tall and wearing black and blue armor was looking at them with dignity.

On her head, which had not yet been covered with a helmet, her long, snow-white hair without a single color was braided into a braid that rested on her left shoulder, falling to her flexible waist, which still had a slight curve even though she was wearing armor.

In the Freljord, the meaning of white hair is well known to everyone - it is a characteristic of the Iceborn.

The whiter it is and the less color it has, the purer the Iceborn bloodline is.

Like the white hair of the woman in front of him, she was undoubtedly an Iceborn with extremely pure blood and extremely powerful strength.

As for her identity, she is the current Warmother of Winter Claw - Sejuani.

It seems that because the original Iceborn bloodline came from the three ice sisters in ancient times, women in Freljord are more likely to awaken the powerful and pure Iceborn bloodline than men.

Therefore, the leaders of the Freljord tribes and clans are mostly women, and the term "War Mother" has become synonymous with the leader.

From this, a custom was derived, which seemed to be completely opposite to that of other regions, but was essentially a recognition of strength - the 'Blood Alliance'.

As the leader of the tribe, the "War Mother" makes a "blood alliance" with powerful warriors within the tribe or outside to obtain their sworn loyalty.

Of course, in order to make the tribe stronger, in the female-dominated Freljord, the War Mother often has more than one "blood ally".

Facing the warriors' gazes, Sejuani knew exactly what they were thinking, but her heart was not shaken at all.

She has gone through twenty winters. Logically, now is the time to establish a 'blood alliance' and pass on the Iceborn bloodline, but she has no intention of doing so.

Ashe, who betrayed Glenna's heritage, is now becoming more and more powerful, and has become a force that no one can ignore.

She no longer had the time or the mood to choose a 'blood alliance' partner.

Offspring and the like would take up too much time. If we give this time to Ashe, the other tribe might become even stronger.

Besides, the other party had also fought hard all the way to get here, and she, Sejuani, wanted to completely destroy the other party to the same extent to prove that only she was qualified to rule the Freljord.

While thinking, Sejuani glanced at the crowd and immediately noticed the absence of a powerful warrior.

"Where's Olaf?"

"Warmother, Olaf went to drink. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that he knows the gathering time, so by now he should..."

"Haha~! Really? Steel Bristle!"

"Bang~!"

Following Sejuani's shout, a huge black shadow smashed through the fence on the side and rushed over like a roaring tank.

"Shua~!"

Stepping on Bristle's tusks, which were thicker than an adult man's thigh, Sejuani turned over and sat on the horse... the pig saddle.

"Let's go find Olaf!"

“Lulu~!”