Legends of Runeterra

A huge bear-like creature slowly walked out of the woods.

Where the head should have been was a decayed elk skull, surrounded by a mane of black feathers.

Its eyes were burning with blue fire, and when it opened its huge mouth, a twisted, hideous face of pain was revealed.

Then the face opened its mouth again and spit out a foul brown mucus.

"Roar~!"

"Winter's Claw... summoned us... for what?"

The human face in the giant bear's mouth growled, and in an extremely strange, dry and shrill tone, as if it had not spoken for a long time, it slowly questioned Udyr, who was standing at the front of the team.

"Summon!? Lord Hunter, we didn't summon you!"

"Roar~!"

A gust of wind blew through the snow-covered trees behind the Hunt Lord like the sound of ghostly bells.

"I know you, the most gifted spirit walker - Udyr.

You are torturing yourself. Don't suppress our talents and don't deny its true power.

Come, embrace your true self and join us as we work with our Lord to restore the ‘Wild Path’ to this land!”

Along with the hunting lord's low moan, although Udyr had not yet actually felt the arrival of that existence, those voices, those beast spirits in his mind, those lingering consciousness... all began to gradually weaken.

"Luckily, I'm the only beast walker here."

Udyr secretly thanked his decision, even though each Beast Walker was extremely powerful.

However, if other beast spirit walkers in the tribe were brought here, once that existence cast its gaze here, these beast spirit walkers would probably be transformed into new "lost ones" on the spot.

"Answer me, Udyr, whether you will join us!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

"Roar~!"

"That's really a pity..."

The twisted and bizarre hunter stood up, its huge body dozens of meters tall.

“Crack! Crack! Crack!”

The surrounding cedars were easily broken by the hunting lord.

“First you summoned us without reason, then you rejected my friendly invitation.

Winter's Claw, it's just right, I will let you become my Lord's sacrifice!"

After the human face finished speaking, it disappeared deep into the bear monster's throat.

next moment.

"Ho~~!"

The deafening roar swept up the wind and snow, and rushed violently towards the Winter Claw group led by Udyr.

In the dark night with howling snow and wind, the sound could be heard from far away.

"Ouch~~!"

“Roar! A bloody feast!”

"The strong prey on the weak, kill them all!!!"

The 'lost ones' who had been quietly standing there before now rushed over roaring.

"Arrange your team! Get ready to meet the enemy!!!"

Udyr roared, and by the last word, his voice had turned into a violent beast roar.

Under the gaze of the Winter Claw, Udyr's exposed upper body skin surged, and in just a breath, his already dense and lush hair directly covered him.

The tall figure continued to grow taller, and the muscles squeezed and tore the trouser legs.

Finally, two sharp and ferocious fangs grew out of Udyr's mouth.

“Lulu~!”

With a low growl, Udyr summoned the boar spirit and the huge body, and took the initiative to face the hunting lord who was several times bigger than him.

"kill!!!"

"Roar~~!!!"

The warriors of Winter Claw raised their weapons and started a merciless and pure fight with the distorted and alienated "lost ones" who had grown claws and fangs.

...

"Hahaha~! Li En, when we get back to the tribe, we'll have another competition and let these guys see how much we can drink!"

"Olaf, we all know how much you can drink, so we don't need you. Let Li En drink directly."

"How can that be possible? Can I let Li En drink alone?"

"Hahaha~! I think Olaf just wants to drink to his heart's content again!"

"That's right, you always act crazy after drinking. This time, Olaf, just drink a bucket to show your respect."

"Dole, it's you again..."

Sitting in the beast cart, Li En listened to the members of the Winter Claw tribe bragging and bickering with each other, while chatting with the most senior shaman in the team, listening to the other party telling the ancient legends that had been passed down from generation to generation.

"Haaa~!"

The old shaman took a big gulp of the medicinal wine that Li En gave him. Feeling the heat spreading from his stomach to his whole body, the old shaman let out a long sigh of relief.

"By the way, Li En, what you said before were all ancient legends. Recently, a very shocking rumor has been circulating."

"Huh? I'd like to hear the details."

"Ah? What did you say?"

"Brother Ern, come and listen to what you have to say."

"okay!

Li En, you seem to know a lot about Freljord. Have you heard of the Mountain Clan?"

"Uh... Is it the tribe that lives on the frozen plains and is known for its strong physical strength and ability to fight alone?"

"Wow! Li En, you're amazing!

Yes, that’s them!”

The old shaman took another sip of wine, smacked his lips, savored it, and then continued speaking.

"The most worshipped god of the Mountain Clan is a huge, unkillable giant-toothed beast king..."

As the old shaman Ern spoke, Li En glanced at the huge figure at the front of the team who was clearing a path in the snow several meters thick.

"Haha~! It sounds very similar to Steelmane, right? So Warmother had previously planned to bring this tribe under her wing, but..."

"but what?"

"When we came to the frozen plains, what appeared before our eyes was..."

As the old shaman Ern spoke, his body trembled slightly.

"The white snow on the ground was almost dyed black by the blood. There were piles of corpses, regardless of gender, age, warriors or ordinary tribesmen. All of them were gathered together by a pair of invisible big hands, ravaged and crushed, and the last drop of blood in their bodies was squeezed out...

Believe me, Li En, that tragic scene would scare even a soldier who has experienced many battles..."

"You mean, the Mountain Clan was exterminated?"

"That's not necessarily the case. We found a road trampled by messy footsteps. It seems that there were some survivors that night who fled to the west."

"West, that's not..."

"Hush~! The clan that you originally wanted to be under your command was destroyed, and the survivors fled to the territory of the Avarosa tribe. Li En, the War Mother is very unhappy!"

The old shaman Ern lowered his voice to the lowest level and whispered in Li En's ear.

"I see."

“Haha~! Whoosh~!”

"Haaa~!"

After taking a sip of the medicinal wine in the bottle, the old shaman Ern leaned against the wooden board behind him, blinked his sleepy eyes, and exhaled a breath of wine with a strong aroma of medicinal herbs.

Li En smiled slightly and was about to remind the other party not to roll off the animal cart, when suddenly, he quickly turned his head and looked into the distance.

“Lulu~!”

"What's wrong Steelbristle!?"

“Lululu~Lululu~!”

Bristle pawed his hooves anxiously, looked back at Li En, then slowly accelerated with Sejuani riding on him and ran away.

"War Mother!!!"

"Everyone follow me and prepare to fight!!!"

"Yes, War Mother!!!"

Bristle violently knocked aside everything in its way and disappeared from everyone's sight with Sejuani.

"Hold on tight, Li En, we're going to speed up!"

"Okay Ern bro."

"Wuhu~! Go!!!"