Legends of Runeterra

"Ho~~!"

"Ouch~~!"

Two terrifying beasts stood up and started biting and attacking in the most primitive and violent manner.

Even the crazy and fearless 'losers' still instinctively made way for the two to have enough space on the battlefield.

Several meters thick snow was turned upside down, and the cold and hard frozen soil beneath the snow was easily left with deep marks by the two.

The deafening roar penetrated the wind and snow, echoed in the frozen mountains and forests, shook off the snow on the cedars, and spread to the distance.

"Ouch~~!"

“Bang! Crack!”

The fist covered with a layer of black iron-like stratum corneum smashed hard into the face of the hunting lord, causing its skull to make a clear crisp sound.

"Roar~!"

The hunting lord shook his head and roared in pain. For a moment, his attack became more and more violent, but there were also more and more flaws.

As Udyr gradually gained the upper hand in the fight, he felt increasingly heavy in his heart.

As the battlefield became increasingly intense and every creature tried their best to kill the other, Udyr could feel that the beast spirits that had been influencing him in his mind were becoming quieter and quieter.

It felt as if a wild beast at the top of the food chain, looking down on everything, came patrolling here, and all other beasts were in submission.

"No... We can't go on like this, otherwise, that person will definitely come..."

“Boom~Boom~!”

A sound like a landslide roared from afar.

"Click~Click~!"

As cedar trees, each large enough for several people to hug, collapsed, a huge black shadow swooped out.

"Boom~!"

“Lulu~~!”

The steel bristles crushed the 'lost' under his feet, and the low snoring sound echoed throughout the venue.

"Quack, it's Warmother and Bristletooth!"

"Great, the War Mother is here!"

"The War Mother is here, and these 'lost ones' are about to die!"

The warriors of Winter Claw shouted for the arrival of the War Mother, and the Lost Ones broke away from the battle and gathered around the other side at the roar of the Hunting Lord.

In the distance, Udyr, who had temporarily stopped fighting when Sejuani and Bristleman intervened, became more and more worried.

"This is bad, Sejuani..."

Looking at the figure sitting on Bristle's back in the distance, Udyr felt anxious.

The next moment, facing the gazes of everyone present, Sejuani urged Steel Mane and slowly came to Udyr's side.

"Sejuani..."

"In the name of the Warmother, be quiet, Udyr!"

Sejuani said in a cold voice, but her eyes were fixed on the hunting lord standing opposite.

"..."

Udyr wanted to continue speaking to dissuade what was about to happen, but now his own condition was beginning to be wrong.

The Beast Walker's talent was out of control, and an irresistible wild will poured into his mind. Bloodthirstiness, fighting, wildness...all kinds of "beastly nature" almost overwhelmed his sanity.

He could only lower his head and chant meditation mantras to alleviate this terrible "beast nature".

Sitting on the back of the Bruiser, Sejuani had to tilt her head slightly to look directly at the Hunting Lord. As she looked at the "lost ones" around the twisted monster, she felt a surge of joy in her heart.

The main reason why she personally led the team to plunder was to freeze the "Mountain Clan" in Taiyuan.

She has great confidence in her leadership charisma, and her image of steel manes and her ever-growing body perfectly match the boar god that the Mountain Clan worships most.

In Sejuani's view, this powerful clan composed almost entirely of warriors is already under her command.

However, after rushing all the way and arriving at the enemy's base, Sejuani only saw a pile of ravaged corpses and... a series of messy footprints heading west.

Apparently, the few survivors headed west to...the Avarosa tribe, and joined the enemy she most wanted to defeat - Ashe.

Every day a new clan bows to that fellow's banner, every month a new tribe submits to Avarosa.

The news brought back by the scouts always made Sejuani furious.

The incredible speed of the Avarosa tribe's rise brought tremendous pressure to the young war mother.

But now, at last, fate had favored her, bringing before her the most fearsome warrior this harsh land had ever seen.

'Calling yourself the reincarnation of the three ice sisters Avarosa is truly foolish.

Ashe, no matter what, I will personally shatter your unrealistic fantasy! '

Sejuani glanced at the ferocious and hideous creature, whose appearance alone was enough to scare ordinary tribes, and slowly raised her head to look at the Hunter Lord.

"Ursine, I am Sejuani, the Warmother of Winter's Claw.

I ask the Ursine to fight alongside my tribe, the Hunting Lord."

Sejuani's shout echoed in the silent battlefield, and the warriors of Winter Claw did not question the War Mother's decision.

The hunting lord stared at Sejuani with eyes flashing with cruelty, and then slowly opened his huge bear mouth.

“Crack! Crack! Crack!”

A twisted and hideous human face emerged from the throat again, its lifeless eyes covered with a layer of white film, like a corpse, staring at Sejuani.

"You asked the wrong person. I am only conveying the voice of my Lord."

"As his representative, I can accept your promise..."

"Roar~!"

"I am not qualified to represent my Lord. We are just His 'tools'!"

"and you..."

"Our Lord, the Supreme One, is always with us~!"

As the hunting lord's hymn-like praise sounded, before Sejuani could feel anything, Udyr's figure beside her trembled, and his lush hair and tall body shrank and disappeared in a few breaths.

Udyr, who had regained his original appearance, fell to his knees, covering his head, and trembling uncontrollably.

“Udyr!?”

“Hurry…Hurry…He…He is coming!!!”

“Crack! Crack! Crack!”

The pine needle forest tens of meters high crackled and swayed, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

An unimaginably tall and majestic figure appeared on the outskirts of the battlefield at some point in time.

His entire body was covered in snow-white fur, with hints of pale blue streaks on the armor-like muscular structure of his arms and chest.

Two snow-white braids were hung with cold steel pendants, and the front of the pendants, which were flashing with blue lightning runes, were placed just on the chests on both sides.

Like a god... no, it was a god descending from the sky, with blue eyes, looking down at the little people who were insignificant to him.

"Daughter of war, what kind of battle is worthy of our action?"

The god did not speak, but a thunderous and majestic voice rang out from the mouths of every 'lost', echoing throughout the world.

It was as if a thunderstorm had grabbed the throats of the Lost, the violent lightning vibrating their vocal cords, making this roaring sound.