Legends of Runeterra

“Swoosh~swoosh~swoosh~!”

The continuous stream of frost arrows temporarily suppressed the charge of the Lost Ones.

"Hahaha~! War Mother, it looks like we can't go to the Hall of Heroes again today!"

"Stop talking nonsense, follow me, let's rush out!"

"Roar~!"

As soon as Sejuani finished speaking, the three hunting lords roared like thunder, arcs of lightning flowed on their bodies, and the hunting lords crawled on the ground, crushing them like rolling boulders.

"Wow~!"

The True Ice Flail shone once again, surrounded by an icy blue mist.

"Extremely cold ice..."

"Leave it to me, Sejuani!"

A gentle and pleasant voice penetrated the complex battlefield and rang in Sejuani's ears.

As if by instinct, Sejuani slowed down the swing of the flail for a moment.

"Shua~!"

An oversized arrow about four or five meters long, made entirely of ice and embodying an extremely terrifying force of extreme cold, appeared in front of the three hunting lords in an instant, as if it were a frame being pulled out.

"Boom~~!!!"

“Pah, Pah, Pah!”

The condensed power of extreme cold exploded, freezing the three hunting lords. At the same time, the sharp ice fragments swept away a large number of "lost ones" within a hundred meters around them like mowing straw.

Sejuani turned her head with a sense of understanding. She saw a slender and graceful figure with a hood on her head and a fluttering cloak behind her. She was standing outside the encirclement of the "Lost Ones". Under the protection of two white-haired Iceborn beside her, she slowly put down the True Ice Longbow in her hand.

"Ashe..."

"What... ahem~! What did you say, Mother War!?"

Glancing at Olaf who looked half-dead beside her, Sejuani held the True Ice Flail in one hand and grabbed the collar behind Olaf's neck with the other.

"Take care of yourself, we're about to charge!"

"No, I can..."

"Roar~!!!"

Facing the "Lost Ones" that surrounded them again, Sejuani brandished the True Ice Flail in her hand, and with a more violent momentum than theirs, she dragged Olaf to fight with them.

"Roar~!"

"Ha~!"

“Bang! Crack!”

The True Ice Flail was swung, and the oncoming 'lost ones' had most of their bodies frozen at the moment of contact, and were then easily smashed into pieces by the heavy iron rings on the flail.

With the vitality of the 'lost ones' and their fearless fighting attitude, even though they still yearn for blood and killing after losing most of their bodies, they can only struggle on the ground and gradually lose their voices.

"Boom~!"

Without the red light from the big urn, the sky was pitch black. The sound of low thunder rumbled in the clouds, as if the bloody and brutal killing on the mountain had attracted a more terrifying existence.

Ignoring the strangeness in the sky, with the support of Ashe's ice arrows, Sejuani successfully fought her way out and came in front of the three people.

"Bang~!"

"Ouch~!"

Olaf was dragged out by Sejuani, with many scars on his body and his axe stained with blood. He was thrown to the ground by her.

Frenna and Olga Vana, both Iceborn, blocked the oncoming 'Lost Ones'. Under their protection, Ashe and Sejuani, holding longbows and flails, stood face to face.

Two pairs of eyes, both of the same ice blue color, but one gentle and wise, the other cold and resolute, stared at each other quietly, with indescribable emotions flashing in both eyes.

"Ouch~~!!!"

A fierce and unique howl sounded from a distance, breaking the two people's gaze.

"Hmm? Steel Bristle!? No, it's..."

"Bang~!"

The "losers" outside the encirclement flew high like a torn bag, and the figures that looked like humans and pigs rushed over violently.

"Udyr!"

"stop!"

Hearing Sejuani's exclamation, Ashe stopped Frenna and the other two who were trying to stop them.

“Boom! Crash!”

Leaving a long trail on the snow, Udyr, transformed into a wild boar, stopped in front of the few people.

"Udyr, why are you..."

"Hurry... Sejuani... Let's go! He is watching us!"

Udyr had two sharp fangs growing out of his mouth, and his bearded face was filled with pain and confusion.

"You... forget it!"

Her ice-blue eyes focused, and Sejuani grabbed Olaf who was lying on the ground and threw him onto Udyr's back.

Then Sejuani glanced at Ashe beside her and her lips moved.

"Go, get out of here!"

"Ow~!"

“Boom, boom~!”

Udyr, who was vaguely sensing the power in the sky, did not hesitate any longer. He roared to vent his emotions, turned around and rushed away along the path he had cleared.

Looking at Sejuani and others leaving, Frenna turned to look at Ashe beside her.

"War Mother..."

"Go, follow!"

"Yes, Warmother!"

Ashe and the others started walking and soon caught up with Sejuani and the other two.

Sejuani glanced at Ashe, who was moving forward at the same pace as her and shooting arrows continuously, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

"Roar~!"

"careful!"

Ashe raised her hand and shot at Sejuani, and Sejuani swung the True Ice Flail at Ashe.

“Swoosh! Puff!”

The icy arrow grazed Sejuani's cheek and hit the 'Lost One' behind her.

“Crash! Bang!”

The True Ice Flail swung, brushing against the corner of Ashe's clothes and easily smashing the head of the "Lost One" that was rushing towards him.

"Mind your own business, Ash."

"Of course, sis...Sejuani."

...

On a snowy plain some distance away from the 'Lost' area, there was a bald man with a brown beard trimmed into a crescent shape.

He was exceptionally tall and strong, with his muscular upper body exposed to the snow and covered in blue tattoos.

An object that looked more like a huge door panel than a shield was easily carried by the man with one hand.

"Hmm? That's the realm of the Lost. Could someone have strayed into it?"

The man's deep and powerful voice sounded, and then he lowered his head to look at the thin figure beside him.

"Early, do you think it could be..."

"Mr. Bron, although it is difficult to say, the Valkan tribe mainly makes a living by herding and craftsmanship. There are not enough warriors, so my people will not choose to go to the land of the Lost to take back the treasure."

"Is this so..."

Bron stroked his crescent-shaped beard, which he was so proud of.

“I get it, but whoever they are, they need help now.

Let’s go! "

"Mr. Bron, I will slow you down. Please go ahead and I will find a place to hide."

"Hahaha~! It's not necessarily safe to leave you here. Come on, Early, I won't abandon anyone who needs help.

It may be a bit bumpy, but come with me!"

“Brown first…Aaaaaah~!!!”

"Hahaha~! That's right kid, when facing fear you must have the courage to roar!"

Putting the door-like shield under his feet, Braum clamped Early on his waist with one hand and slid towards the area of ​​the "lost" at a high speed.