The Glory of Noxus

The cold weather, like a continuous drizzle, soaked the Iron Thorn Mountains.

Endless snowflakes fell from the sky, one after another, covering the earth with a brand new white coat.

A tall figure with loose hair and wrapped in a fur coat walked slowly on the mountain road full of traces.

With the help of the dim starlight, you can vaguely see that the tall figure has a sturdy body, and the bulging muscles support the coat, like the undulating mountains, strong and powerful.

Every step, you can clearly feel the abundant power.

Facing the increasingly cold wind, the tall figure has no intention of stopping and continues to walk forward.

Across the frozen river, the lights flickered in the distance, as if depicting warmth and fullness.

The tall figure couldn't help but slow down his pace, as if recalling the blazing fire in the house he used to live in, with plush bedding around the fireplace, warm and refreshing.

Wow!

The ice surface cracked with a loud bang, awakening the tall figure who was immersed in memories.

Looking up at the falling ice and snow, the tall figure shuddered and wrapped himself tightly in his wet fur coat.

"Is the cold wave about to begin?"

Looking at the low sun in the distance, the tall figure frowned.

This indicates that the extremely dangerous cold wave may sweep across the Freljord in winter at any time.

Not far from the river, he saw Sejuani's main force marching.

The continuous victory in the war has allowed the Winter Claw tribe to absorb dozens of other clans and win over many blood alliances.

Sejuani is now a real war mother - she has thousands of blood warriors, heavy infantry, mammoth riders and ice blood under her command.

In front of the main force, the vanguard troops are setting up dome tents, including the residences of her blood alliances and scout outposts.

The blue pole marked Sejuani's tent, embroidered with runes, and stood in the middle of the camp.

As the tall figure walked forward, saliva flowed down his long chin, and the unbearable hunger made his teeth clatter.

At first he thought it was his own feeling, but soon he saw a wolfhound trotting past him.

He roared at the dog, trying to control his jaw and get rid of the animal's intrusive consciousness.

He found Sejuani helping the Blood Alliance to set up the tent.

This is Sejuani's style - no matter how big or small, she does it herself.

It was a hard job to build a mammoth hide tent on the muddy land. Sejuani stabbed a giant tusk spear into the mud, stumbled, and slid to the ground.

The nearby Blood Alliance warriors also suffered a lot in the cold rain, and cursed one after another, echoing each other.

Sejuani stood up and built the mammoth hide tent. She saw a tall figure approaching from a distance, and her deep voice drowned out the scattered snow.

"Look at this weather, we don't need to fight anymore, Udyr."

Udyr smiled and looked at Sejuani, who was broad-shouldered and wearing a horn helmet: "The Noxians have launched a full-scale war. I think you need help."

The consciousness of a dozen passing horses filled Udyr's mind, and he felt their frozen muscles shivering involuntarily.

Udyr said harshly to the nearest horse: "Shut up! There is no oatmeal!"

The blood clans around Sejuani were startled, some looked stunned, and seemed to find it difficult to understand the scene in front of them.

But Sejuani glanced at them sternly.

The blood clans immediately turned back to continue working. No matter how strange the shaman's behavior was, they had no right to ask.

Udyr hid his hands behind his back and took out a silver thorn from his secret pocket.

He stabbed the tip of the thorn into his palm.

Although the effect was not as good as meditation, the pain cleared his mind and allowed him to concentrate and speak like a normal person.

"The war has begun, you need more power, but you shouldn't cooperate with those guys! They are no longer true Freljordians!"

"We don't have time, Udyr." Sejuani waited until his eyes settled, pointed to the soft tent beside him, and then spoke.

"We must win this war, otherwise we will freeze to death!" She gestured to several older warriors nearby.

"Most of the Yaqi gave their rations to their children. Yesterday, I helped Ogai bury her daughter." Sejuani pursed her lips bitterly, which turned dark purple due to the cold.

"The child lived for two summers, but he looked thin and small, as if he had just lived to his first spring." She sighed, looked away, and continued.

"I will not let any child freeze or starve to death because of my decision."

"Then attack immediately." Udyr pointed to the south, pointing to the direction of the invasion of the Noxian Legion.

"Trust in axes and muscles, claws and teeth. The old way."

"The old way is to send out the strongest warriors," Sejuani interrupted.

"Which clan is stronger than the bear people? Without their help, how many people will die before we can cross the river? I have promised my people strength and victory. I will never watch my army starve to death."

She put one hand on Udyr's shoulder, "I know you have good reason to worry about them"

"You will never understand the power of the old gods. He has gradually awakened. You can't hide your thoughts!" Udyr looked at Sejuani in front of him with an angry look and pushed back.

"Bear people. They are slaves of the old gods and never obey orders from outsiders."

The pain in his palm was nothing. The determination in his heart made Udyr sober up completely, and he lowered his voice.

"Their bloodlust will spread. Eat us up and wipe us out."

"You have survived more difficult situations."

Udyr's mind began to lose control. The consciousness of pigs, horses, wolves, humans, and Enuk all crashed into his mind.

He resisted with all his might, because he knew this was the last chance to dissuade Sejuani.

"I have no choice!" There was no closeness or respect in Sejuani's tone.

"Like you said before, a new tribe surrenders to Avarosa every month, and my clan dies every day!"

"If we don't defeat the Noxian Legion, how can we make the Winter Claw stronger?"

"Only by ourselves?"

Udyr's hope sank: "Then let me take my leave,"

He said in a tone of surrender: "The hunting lord will not be happy to see me."

Sejuani's expression softened, and then looked at the frustrated Udyr, smiling cunningly: "No!"

"That's why I need you to stay. You can help negotiate with the bear people, or let me die in this storm."

Udyr was silent. He looked at the tall, resolute and courageous woman in front of him, and vaguely saw the skinny little girl he met many seasons ago.

Maybe he hoped in his heart that Sejuani would never grow up.

At that time, Sejuani urgently needed his guidance, but now, or in a few years, Udyr was worried that he would become a burden and encumbrance to her.

"I can't look at you, Old God," Udyr said in a difficult tone.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

Before Udyr finished speaking, hurried footsteps sounded, interrupting his words.

A blood warrior leader wearing armor and fur, with blood marks on his face, walked quickly to Sejuani's side and spoke in a low voice.

"The blood warrior team led by Lukash is missing!"

Sejuani's hard face changed, and she looked at the blood warrior leader solemnly, and quickly asked: "What time? Where?"

The blood warrior leader looked at the shaman in front of him and hesitated.

"Udyr, come in together!"

Sejuani patted the blood warrior leader on the shoulder, walked towards the mammoth skin tent that had been built, and looked back at Udyr halfway.

Udyr was about to take a step, but the consciousness of various animals appeared in his mind again.

He bent down, hunched over, panting heavily, and a faint blue glow appeared in his tired eyes.

"Old God. Thunder, I will never let you succeed!"

I asked the editor, but there is no recommendation anymore.

Alas, just like the last book, I will keep updating with love!