Legends of Runeterra

"Roar~!!!"

"Boom~!"

Hundreds of "lost ones" roared and ran on all fours in the snow, and the chaotic footsteps roared and played the music of death.

In front of them, seven or eight people were dragging Ornn's Urn down the mountain with a grappling hook, while Sejuani, Olaf, and the four tallest warriors kept hacking and forcing back the Lost Ones that were about to catch up.

"Touch~!"

The swinging True Ice Flail hit the shoulder of the 'Lost One', freezing and smashing the opponent's left shoulder at the moment of contact. However, even with such a serious injury, the 'Lost One' only lost balance for a short time and rolled to the ground, then climbed up with a roar and continued to chase.

"No, this is too slow. We will be surrounded sooner or later!"

Sejuani shouted and turned to run forward.

"Olaf, hold on!"

"No problem, Warmother!"

Without any hesitation, the blocking formation changed instantly to block the gap left by Sejuani.

Sejuani strode forward without looking back, her snow-white braids tied into a "death knot" swaying as she ran, while swinging the True Ice Flail in her hand.

"Quick, cut the rope!"

"Uh..."

"Do it!!!"

Faced with Sejuani's roar and urging, the warriors were stunned for a moment and drew their weapons from their waists.

"Stab~!"

The thick hemp rope was cut, and the "Urn of Orne" slid a few meters in the snow and lay on its side in the thick snow.

"Give me, get down!!!"

"Wow~!"

Sejuani swung her arm, and the flail filled with the power of True Ice smashed hard on the bottom of Ornn's urn.

“Boom~!!!”

The power of true ice exploded, and a large red jar covered with a layer of white frost flew into the air and flew towards the position where Udyr and others were hiding at the foot of the mountain.

"Everyone, retreat!!!"

Swinging the True Ice Flail once again, Sejuani roared and turned back to face the "lost ones" rushing towards her.

"Extremely Cold Ice Prison!!!"

"Wow~!"

The True Ice Flail flew out of his hand and swung towards the oncoming Lost One.

“Boom! Snap! Snap!”

The power of extreme cold erupted, and nearly a hundred "lost ones" running in the front were instantly frozen in the ice. The "lost ones" who were unable to stop afterwards were hit head-on by the sharp ice spikes.

“Puff~! Puff~!”

The dark red boiling blood spilled onto the ice spikes, freezing in an instant, dyeing the light blue ice spikes with a layer of enchanting red.

"Hahaha~! Zhan Muwan..."

Olaf shook off the blood on the axe and laughed, about to cheer.

"Roar~!!!"

“Crack! Bang!”

The hundreds of meters of ice prison frozen by Sejuani, along with the "lost ones" in it, shattered instantly, and three figures over ten meters tall emerged from the collapsed ice.

Behind them, more 'lost ones' gathered together restlessly.

"Hunter...Hunter Lord!?"

“There are still three!!!”

"What are you standing there for? Go ahead!"

“Hula~!”

Snow was flying everywhere, and under Sejuani's roar, the four remaining soldiers quickly ran down the mountain.

"Olaf you..."

"War Mother, don't let me miss such a glorious moment!"

Olaf gripped his two axes tightly and walked to the same level as Sejuani.

"I hear it, the power of Lockefa is calling!"

"Hmph! You must obey my command until the 'Death Knot Oath' is broken."

"Of course, Battle Mother, but leave the guy on the far left to me."

"Live!"

"Warmother, you too!"

"Roar~!!!"

Facing the two humans who rushed towards him, the beast-hunting lord's roar shook away the snow in front of him, and his huge body crushed towards the two with unstoppable force.

...

“Swish~!!!”

A violent sound of breaking air was heard. Udyr and others looked at the red light falling from the top of the mountain and picked up their weapons to be on alert.

“Boom~!!!”

The snow was flying, and Udyr, who was in the front, took the initiative to come to the deep pit.

"This is..."

"Owen's Great Urn!?"

"War Mother succeeded!"

Looking at the large urn emitting red light in the deep pit, everyone showed surprise on their faces.

"Quiet!"

Udyr jumped into the pit, grabbed the edge of the large red jar with his strong arms, and his knotted muscles bulged.

“Ka-la! Boom!”

The large red jar jumped out of the deep pit and fell into the snow.

"Load it onto the camel cart. Simon, Dane, you two will lead the team to escort it back."

"Lord Udyr, what about you?"

"I..."

Udyr was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the mountain where the power of ice and thunder were surging and colliding.

"I have to go pick up the War Mother!"

"Lord Udyr, we also..."

"Okay, the tribesmen are all waiting for the 'Great Jar of Ornn' to survive this cold winter. Don't let the efforts of the War Mother and the brothers go to waste. Take it back to the tribe!"

As the tall Udyr looked down at them, Simon and Dann looked at each other, and then both placed their weapons against their hearts.

"Yes, Lord Udyr!"

Watching "Ornn's Urn" being quickly lifted onto the carriage, Udyr nodded, then turned and rushed towards the mountain.

With the power of the boar spirit, Udyr became increasingly larger and could easily smash anything in his way.

Simon and his companions, who were driving the camels out of the "Lost" area, did not notice that a tiny mark appeared faintly on the bottom of the large red jar where the jar was hit by Sejuani's True Ice Flint.

A different kind of fluctuation emanated from it and spread in all directions.

...

"Roar~!!!"

"Boom~!"

After narrowly dodging the beast lord's claw attack, Sejuani was about to swing the True Ice Flail to hit the beast's waist as he was on all fours when a strong wind blew from behind.

"Shua~!"

Sejuani dodged a lunge and rolled forward, avoiding an attack from another beast lord behind her.

"Huhuhu~!"

Panting, Sejuani looked around and saw that in addition to the hunting lord, there were groups of "lost ones" surrounding her and Olaf.

"Damn it! I'll be dragged to death if I keep going like this!"

“Hahaha~! Come on!!!”

Covered in blood, the power of anger turned into tangible aura surrounding his body. Olaf swung his axe and created dozens or even hundreds of shadows. The violent offensive suppressed the hunting lord for a while.

"Roar~!"

Angered by Olaf's arrogant attitude, the Beastmaster's body was filled with lightning, and he took advantage of Olaf's axe and hit him hard.

"Bang~!"

"Olav!"

Sejuani grabbed the flying figure and protected him behind her.

"Damn it, are you still alive!?"

"I... Ugh~!"

A stream of dirty blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, but Olaf's face looked much better.

"It's still a long way from death!"

"Roar~!"

As if he was bored with the show, the tallest and largest hunting lord among them let out a roar.

"Ouch~!!!"

"Roar~!!!"

The 'lost ones' who were surrounding them, already impatient and eager for blood and slaughter, rushed over with excited and violent roars.

"Olaf, stand behind me!"

"Hahaha~! Without War Mother behind us, these bastards are everywhere!"

"Roar~!!!"

“Swoosh~swoosh~swoosh~!”

Sharp breaking sounds were heard, and arrows condensed by the power of pure ice accurately hit every "lost one" who approached Sejuani and the other two.

Looking at the arrow hitting the forehead of the 'Lost One' not far from her feet, Sejuani frowned, and a hint of disbelief flashed across her icy blue eyes.