Legends of Runeterra

"Hold on, the city of Avarosa is just ahead, we'll be there soon!"

At the front of the team, a tall and strong man wearing armor stained with blood and mud turned around and shouted to his people in his dry and low voice.

In a team of dozens of people, only a few raised their heads to look at him, and then lowered their heads again.

Seeing this, the man's equally scribbled and stained face showed no sign of life.

He knew that even with the physical fitness of the Mountain Clan, every member of the clan was already at the limit during this long escape.

As long as they keep moving forward, it is the best response for themselves.

Looking at the city of Avarosa, which seemed so close compared to the escape journey, the tall figure stopped and stood in the wind and snow.

After a while, a shorter man came up to him.

"Brother Tryndamere..."

"This snowstorm is our final test. The next task of clearing the way will be left to you, Kalando. I will be at the back to ensure that no tribesman is crushed by the snowstorm."

"No problem, leave it to me!"

"Well, let's go!"

Patting Kalandor on the shoulder, Tryndamere strode to the back of the team.

...

"Stop! Who are you?"

When the Mountain Clan's team arrived outside the city of Avarosa, a shout came from the city wall.

Pulling the snow trailer made of logs and carrying the Exhausted people, Tryndamere untied the straps on his shoulders and walked forward.

Patting Kalandor on the shoulder, Tryndamere stood at the front of the team, his tall and broad figure protecting his people behind him.

"I am Tryndamere of the Mountain Clan, come to join the Avarosan tribe!"

"Join us? Okay, then just stand there and don't move!"

After hearing this, Tryndamere and others did as they were told. A basket was placed on the city wall, in which stood a thin man with very sharp eyes.

"According to the rules, I must check your true situation to avoid being deceived by thieves."

"you..."

"Crack~!"

Tryndamere slapped Kalandor on the back, interrupting him before he could finish his words.

"Yes, please."

"Ah."

The man nodded, then took swift steps and checked the team quickly and carefully.

Soon, the man returned from the back of the team.

"Tryndamere of the Mountain Clan, right?"

"um, yes."

"Inspection completed, welcome to Avarosa!"

Looking at the man's outstretched hand, Tryndamere was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly wiped his body with his right hand.

However, the armor and clothes, which were already dirty, could not remove the stains on the hands at all.

"Crack~!"

The man grabbed Tryndamere's hand and shook it vigorously.

Feeling the rough calluses on the palm of the person in front of him, the man smiled.

"The hands of a powerful warrior."

Before Tryndamere could answer, the man let him go.

He came to the bottom of the city wall, took out a small red flag from his waist, and waved it for a while with a specific gesture and frequency.

"Crack! Boom!"

The gate slowly lowered and the man turned back to look at them.

"Come on, everyone, follow me into the city."

"Okay, thank...thank you."

"Hahaha~! You're welcome. From now on we are brothers fighting side by side."

After entering the city gate, the man greeted the guards and led Tryndamere and his party to the west of the city.

Along the way, with the help of the firelight, the fleeing mountain clan members looked at the longhouses around them. Their eyes gradually lit up and their numb and stiff faces began to thaw.

"That... uh..."

"Hahaha~! I forgot to mention it, just call me Horako."

"All right, Brother Horako."

"Well, the previous inspection was necessary. A long time ago, foreign enemies disguised themselves as refugee tribes and caused us a lot of trouble. I hope you don't take it to heart."

"Of course not, we understand."

"I'm sorry, Horako."

Kalando, who was beside Tryndamere, apologized sincerely.

"It's okay. I can understand how you felt at that time. After all, my tribe also fled here."

After Horako's words, the atmosphere between the three of them suddenly became more harmonious.

"Brother Horako, what should I do... to see the War Mother?"

"Meet the War Mother? You just have to...wait."

Horak paused in the middle of his speech, his eyes fixed on Tryndamere's frown that never dissipated, and the suppressed, faintly emerging anger deep in his pupils.

"When you say 'meet', you mean the kind of 'meet' where you hope to have a face-to-face conversation, right?"

"Yes."

“Uh…Brother Tryndamere, honestly, this is hard.

Almost everyone who comes to the city of Avarosa wants to see War Mother Ashe, but the War Mother is responsible for the survival of the entire tribe, and she really doesn't have that much time to meet outsiders.

And...you want revenge, right?

This kind of thinking is too common here. I used to have the same idea, but the tribe corresponds to everyone. It has protected us. Before repaying this favor, it is really..."

"I understand, Brother Horako, but I don't need the tribe to avenge me. I just hope the tribe can help me find the trace of my enemy. From now on, everything will be settled by me."

"Brother Tryndamere..."

As soon as Kalandor opened his mouth, Tryndamere raised his hand to signal him to be quiet.

Horak looked at Tryndamere, then looked back at the Mountain Clan behind him, and finally shook his head slowly.

“I understand your thoughts, but exploration also requires taking risks. To be able to destroy a clan with a powerful warrior like you like this, ordinary warriors will definitely face life threats.

In addition, when you initiate revenge, whether you admit it or not, as a person under the protection of the tribe, if you fail, the tribe will also face the possibility of revenge from the other party."

After listening to Horak's words, Tryndamere was speechless.

Indeed, this cruel frozen land is a place of life-and-death struggle every day.

In the city of Avarosa, which would accept anyone who sincerely joined the tribe, there were countless examples like the Mountain Clan, so my initial thoughts were somewhat reasonable.

"Hoo~!"

Tryndamere let out a long breath and looked at Horak in the mist.

"Thank you, brother Horako. I understand. I will think about revenge again.

But...is there some quick way for me to see the War Mother?"

"A quick way..."

Horak rubbed his unshaven chin and looked at Tryndamere's tall and unusually strong body.

"There is one, but it depends on whether you dare to go!"

"no problem!"

"'Battle Festival' is tomorrow!"