Legends of Runeterra

"Lord Ashe!"

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

"For Avarosa!"

Looking at the guards who were saluting, Ashe nodded slightly with a calm expression, then turned to look at Li En who was standing one step behind her.

"Let's go, Li En."

"OK, all right."

Secretly watching Ashe and Li En's receding figures, the guards always felt that the figure leaving side by side with the War Mother was inexplicably familiar.

"You guys think... does he look like the 'Harvest Festival Champion' that's been circulating lately?"

"Didn't he disappear more than fifty kilometers away with the 'Scarlet Devil'?"

"So what? A man with white hair and blue eyes who looks just like the one in the rumors. Who else is worthy of the War Mother personally bringing back in winter? "

"Hi~!"

The guards gasped, suddenly realizing what had happened, and looked at each other excitedly.

Although the analysis process was wrong, the guards pieced together the details and accidentally discovered Li En's true identity.

...

"Warmother Ashe, you are finally back!"

"Well, how was it, Frenna, did you have a smooth journey?"

"Of course, even with Eriel, there are only a few people on the snowfield who can threaten the three Iceborn."

"Okay, by the way, where is Tryndamere now? Hasn't he always wanted to meet his savior in person?

Tell him that Li En is back and ask him to come to the hall."

“Wait, Ashe, you need to take care of government affairs, so I won’t occupy the hall.

Tell me where he is and I'll go there myself."

"But Li En, this is too..."

"You know I don't care about all this red tape, right?"

Facing Li En's smiling gaze, Ash's mind inexplicably appeared the scene of Li En taking a little girl about ten years old, chasing and teaching a group of half-grown children a lesson, and immediately a smile appeared on Ash's face.

"Okay, Frenna."

"Yes, Lord Li En, Tryndamere has been undergoing 'rehabilitation training' at the previous festival venue recently."

"Okay, thanks, Frenna."

"Master Li En, you are too polite."

Faced with Li En's extremely natural respect and eyes as gentle as Ashe's, Frenna was slightly stunned, and then immediately saluted.

"Then I'll...By the way, Ashley, could you please pass this to Tasha for me?"

"Is this... a seed from a silver oak tree?"

“Well, she mentioned to me before that her tribe once lived next to a silver oak forest.

She wanted to grow a silver oak tree, but she couldn't find any seeds. I happened to see them earlier and picked out a few of the best ones."

"Okay Li En, I'll thank you on her behalf first."

"It should be. After all, she has taken good care of me."

After handing the silver oak seeds that were specially infused with vitality and would definitely grow luxuriantly to Ashe, Li En nodded and turned to walk towards the festival venue.

It was not until Li En disappeared around the corner that Ashe withdrew her gaze and looked at Frenna who was standing beside her.

"Tell me, what have those guys instigated recently?"

"War Mother, it's the same thing as before. They classified your action as an 'impulsive act' and believed that it was urgent to make a 'blood alliance' for you... for you."

"Haha~! It really is endless..."

"Mother Zhan, since they have been so eager, why not..."

Frenna looked at Ashe sincerely, and scenes of figures standing in front of everyone and facing almost divine power emerged in her mind.

"You will take Lord Li En..."

"Frenna, Li En has helped Avarosa so much. We shouldn't trouble him anymore."

Before entering the city, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Li En carefully put away the armband given by Sejuani.

Therefore, Frenna had no idea about this relationship at all, and accurately stirred up the regret that Ash had already suppressed.

"Mother Zhan, isn't there a saying among the warm-bloods - 'I can't repay the grace of saving my life with anything but my own body'.

With your beauty and status, if you are willing to choose him as your only 'blood ally', I think even Lord Li En would be tempted, right?"

"Frenna, why do I feel like you really want to 'sell' me?"

"Mother Zhan, I dare not!"

"Haha~! Okay, I was just kidding you, let's go and meet those guys."

"Then your Excellency..."

"If you say that again, I'll throw you to Li En!"

"..."

Hearing this, Frenna immediately quieted down.

Just looking at the appearance of the Iceborn who had followed her earliest, Ashe, who was familiar with the other's temperament, the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

"Ah~! Really...Lee Eun, you are such a jerk..."

...

"Dang~!"

An axe with a noticeable notch flew high and finally stuck in the ground nearby.

The giant battle blade, which was almost as big as an adult man, stopped steadily in front of the warrior's forehead.

"you lose."

Tryndamere stared at the man before him and described the outcome of the battle in calm words.

"I...I lost..."

"Hoo~!"

After the warrior acknowledged it, the giant battle blade brought up a strong wind and was taken back by Tryndamere.

Watching the warrior walk to the edge of the field and hand the chips to a tall but youthful-looking man, Tryndamere felt a little relieved.

From a distance, the young man waved happily to Tryndamere.

Seeing this, the barbarian, who had an extremely ferocious fighting posture, also smiled.

Although Avarosa provided a certain amount of food rations for the refugees of the Mountain Clan, due to limited resources, it was only able to maintain the baseline of survival.

If we want our tribesmen to get rid of the shadow of the past as soon as possible, the most basic thing is to fill their stomachs and heal their injuries.

So in the days since his arm recovered, Tryndamere came to the festival venue, using the reputation he had gained at the festival and betting chips to fight.

While exercising and getting used to his newly grown arms, he also earned money to buy delicious meat and better medicine for his people.

“Crack~!”

After inserting the giant war blade into the ground, Tryndamere stood in the center of the venue and looked around at everyone.

"Come on, who's next!?"

"..."

The noisy place suddenly became quiet and no one answered.

After this period of challenges, those who did not attend the festival and thought that Tryndamere's strength was just a rumor and were confident in their own strength were basically defeated by him.

Now if they were asked to challenge this barbarian, even if the other party really kept his promise and did not cripple or kill any challenger, no one would be willing to pay for a beating.

Just as Tryndamere saw no one answered and was about to leave.

“Gurgle~Gurgle~Gurgle~!”

"Boom~!"

"Hickey~!!!"

The huge oak barrel smashed to the ground, and the burping sound like the roar of a wild beast made the audience feel that the wooden boards under their buttocks were shaking.