Legends of Runeterra

"This is it."

Gazing at the top of the mountain in the distance that had turned the entire sky red, Sejuani raised her snow-covered eyebrows, and a hint of joy appeared on her solemn face.

She turned her head and looked at the people behind her.

"According to the plan, Olaf and I will sneak in together to seize the 'Great Urn of Ornn'.

Udyr, take the others to support us from the outside!"

"War Mother..."

Udyr had just opened his mouth when Sejuani raised her hand to interrupt him.

"Follow my instructions, Udyr. That being has a huge influence on you. If He really shows up, we may have to deal with the most powerful and terrifying 'Lost One' in history.

I can't take this risk. If you really want to go, then I can only cancel this operation!"

Facing Sejuani's serious gaze, Udyr was silent for a while, then nodded slowly.

"Okay, I understand. I'll be here waiting for you to come back!"

"Very well, Olaf, let's go!"

"Yes, Warmother!"

Olaf was excited at the thought that he might die in the most tragic and heroic way after facing a group of "lost ones" in a bloody battle.

He took down the double axes hanging on his back and held them tightly.

After sprinkling the odor-removing herbal potion all over their bodies again, Sejuani and her companions sneaked silently towards the mountain emitting red light.

...

"Is this... the territory of the 'lost ones'..."

Looking at the mountains emitting red light in the distance, some past scenes emerged in Ashe's mind.

When Glenna, Ashe's mother, realized that her youth was gone, she began to pursue the legendary "Throne of Avarosa" with all her might.

She guessed that there was a large amount of treasure there, as well as more important and powerful magical items, enough for the tribe to revive again.

Glenna's belief in legends and prophecies made her take risks regardless of the tribe's situation, causing the tribe to fall into depression.

Eventually, Glenna was killed during a seemingly dangerous and unnecessary, but in fact intentionally driven, raid on another tribe's territory.

Alone and with pursuers following her, Ashe came to a deserted glacier according to the last map left by her mother.

When she was on the verge of her limit, Ashe received guidance from Anivia and came to the rubble that was most likely Avarosa's tomb, where she found Avarosa's magnificent longbow made entirely of True Ice.

With that longbow, Ashe exacted her revenge on her pursuers and traitors.

Later, while searching for food in the snow, Ashe encountered the 'Death Ice Worm' - a terrifying hunter that looked like an eel but was hundreds of meters long and lurked under the ice and snow.

The pure Iceborn blood attracted the beast, forcing Ashe into a life-and-death battle.

In the desperate situation, a terrifying figure with extremely swift movements rushed out and dealt the beast the finishing blow.

However, Ashe had no joy at all, and instead planned to fight to the death with the opponent - because at that time she believed that such a swift and violent terrifying figure could only be the legendary "Lost One".

But when the tall figure took off the animal skin hood on his head, Ashe was stunned on the spot. The person who came was her good friend Sejuani, who had been separated from her for five winters and was like a sister to her.

After that, Ashe stayed in the Winter Claw tribe for a short period of time. Unable to accept the cruel ideas of Warmother Kokia, Ashe eventually parted ways with Sejuani and chose to wander south alone.

"War Mother, War Mother."

Frenna's low call interrupted Ashe's memories, and she turned to look at Avarosa's most outstanding scout.

"Well, what's wrong Frenna?"

"Warmother, I have found the traces of Winter's Claw. Now should we wait here or sneak into that mountain?"

"Let's go. Let's get a little closer first, and be careful not to alert the enemy."

"Yes, Warmother."

Frenna and Olgavana nodded, sprinkled some odor-removing powder again, and then the three of them sneaked towards the mountain emitting red light.

...

On the top of the mountain, where even the snow was reflected in a red color, there were hideous and strange figures, resembling bears and humans, either lying on the ground casually or rolling and wrestling with each other.

In the center of this group of "lost ones", a large urn with a diameter of two meters and a height of three meters stands in the middle.

The large red jar has no unnecessary patterns on it. It looks simple and solid, just like a reliable jar for stewing food should be.

In the ruthless fight, the winner who defeated his opponent would drag his opponent by his limbs to the big red jar, scoop up the boiling hot stew directly with his hands and put it into his mouth. Immediately, all the wounds on the winner's body would heal.

Then he casually sprinkled the stew on the loser, and the seriously injured 'loser' recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After climbing up and diving into the large red jar to drink a large amount of water, the severely injured 'loser' completely recovered.

"Roar~!"

With a loud roar of excitement, the two began to wrestle and fight again.

In the distance, Sejuani and her companions, lying in the snow, witnessed all this.

Even Sejuani herself, although she didn't show it, was actually a little hesitant about her decision before climbing the mountain.

But now, he witnessed with his own eyes that a seriously injured and dying 'Lost One' was able to fight again after drinking the hot soup in the big red jar.

Everyone looked at the big red jar with excitement in their eyes.

The flying snowflakes in the sky showed the wind direction very well. Sejuani turned around and gave a look, and two thin warriors quietly left the team and came to the upwind position.

He opened the pocket that had been prepared long ago, and the white, odorless drug was blown toward the "lost ones" with the wind and snow.

Although it is difficult to achieve a great effect against these terrible monsters, if we can reduce their combat power, we should do so as much as possible.

Gradually, fewer and fewer 'losers' chose to fight again. Having satisfied their killing desire, the 'losers' lay down or crouched casually, taking a rest in the windy and snowy weather.

With a smile on her face, Sejuani raised her hand, stood up with the True Ice Flail in hand, and quietly approached the Lost Ones.

Behind her, Olaf and others followed carefully.

...

"Ouch~~!!"

"Hahaha~! Come on, bear cubs, have a taste of your uncle Olaf's axe!"

"Olaf, stop fighting and escort the 'Big Jar' away!"

"Warmother, they are so enthusiastic!"

"Roar~!!"

The ferocious and violent roar coming from the top of the mountain not only made Udyr and others who were on the periphery look at them anxiously, but also caused three figures near the top of the mountain to stop sneaking and move forward at a very fast speed.