The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 504: The Hidden Flame of the Mountain, Ornn

On the top of the dormant volcano, the cold wind carried ashes and snowflakes, covering many dilapidated buildings.

Alora held a magic wand in her hand, and a touch of azure light covered her body, preventing the ashes and snowflakes from falling.

She strolled leisurely in the ruins, with curiosity flashing in her gem-like eyes, scanning the nearby buildings.

Most of the buildings have experienced the baptism of time, with a hint of desolation and sadness.

Alora walked on the piled rubble and dilapidated streets, and felt the inexplicable emotions left in the buildings firsthand.

This is also one of the reasons why she likes to travel.

Every different place always brings her a strange feeling.

As Alora went deeper, she found many traces buried in the corners of the building.

Pottery jars made of ice soil, rusty ironware, and some unclear words engraved on the stone wall.

These ruins seem to tell an ancient and mysterious story.

Allura became more and more interested and began to carefully study the traces in the building.

She saw strange rune patterns, like a hammer and a wine jug, perfectly intertwined.

"Is it the culture of the Lu Family?"

In recent times, she has seen many similar cultures while tracking Ornn's traces.

This group of extinct ancestors is called the Lu Family in many records.

They are Ornn's followers and master Ornn's exquisite skills.

And these runes and traces are the culture that belongs exclusively to blacksmiths, craftsmen and brewers.

But now, they have long been lost under the erosion of time.

But I never thought that I would see traces of these Lu Family in this ruined land.

"It seems that the Lu Family has lived here, so will there be any clues about Ornn here?"

Allura put away her inner thoughts and came to the center of the ruins. A magnificent palace that had collapsed for the most part appeared in her field of vision.

The cold wind blew, and the low groaning sound told of the lost life.

Allura walked gently to the front of the temple, pushed open the cracked stone door, and entered a completely different world.

Compared to the ashes and snow outside, the color inside the temple was deep red, as hot and full of vitality as a furnace.

The walls were engraved with patterns of many items cast by the Lu family, showing the prosperity of the former Lu town.

Along the corridor, Allura came to the dilapidated main hall of the temple and saw a sculpture that had been baptized by time but still exuded a fiery atmosphere.

A giant fiery red goat!

Its existence seemed to ignite the atmosphere of the main hall.

The goat's horns were ancient and powerful, like an ancient totem, piercing the sky.

The deep red eyes faintly flashed with the light of wisdom, exploring the fog covering the world.

Allura stopped in front of the statue, looking up at the giant goat in front of her, and recognized that it was the image of Ornn in the mythological records.

"I smell your breath!"

Allura seemed to see something from the giant goat statue, and a strange glow appeared in her gem-like eyes.

She tightly grasped the magic staff in her hand and gently waved it at the giant goat statue.

Instantly!

The world was peeling away, and the decay in front of her was just an appearance, slowly disappearing.

Allura used her special ability to open a door between the material realm and the spiritual realm.

Mottled energy surged like a flood, filling the material realm.

Then, behind the door, a road leading to an unknown world appeared.

Allura quickly walked in, leaving the material realm and entering the world behind.

The end of the passage.

Allura came to a forge hall filled with scorching breath, and there was a warm and lively fire surging around.

In addition, she also saw a huge steel shovel, a crowbar, and a black anvil.

Allura ignored the fire and looked at the black anvil that was like a mountain. Compared with this big guy, she was like a poor lamb.

Then, she looked at the steel shovel placed next to her and noticed that it had traces of being tightly grasped for a long time.

Allura seemed to be thinking about something, pacing around the forge hall.

"Who is it? Breaking into my residence?"

Suddenly, a dull thunderous voice sounded in the fiery red forge hall, echoing between the walls.

Allura looked in the direction of the voice and saw a shadow approaching, almost occupying the entire field of vision.

Allura looked closely, but found that it was not a shadow, but an old goat walking.

The goat's skin was black, and the fine muscle lines were intertwined on the surface of the body, like natural runes, full of vast power.

The eyes burning with blazing flames stared at Allura, as if they could see into her heart.

As the goat walked slowly, he held the iron hammer for casting in his hand, and the hot breath came to his face, as if he had just taken it out of the furnace.

This is the first god born in Freljord.

Ornn, the Flame of the Mountain!

"Respected Lord Ornn, hello, I am Allura, I want to seek your help."

Allura quickly stepped forward and saluted Ornn who appeared in the Forge Hall.

"Sorry, I still need to rest." Ornn looked at the unfamiliar Allura and shook his head to refuse.

He forgot how long he had not appeared in Freljord.

Now, he just wanted to retreat and concentrate on hard work, not wanting to ask about any worldly affairs.

He doesn't care even for a strong person like Alora who can freely wander between the material realm and the spiritual realm.

Allura fell silent upon hearing this, and Aoun's attitude was similar to the mythical story he heard not long ago.

Aoun was once a good god, but he no longer comes to the world and does not care about the prayers of his believers.

However, after passing the first meeting, Allura felt that Orn seemed to be afraid of something, so she hid in the spiritual realm.

Maybe the truth will make Ornn change his mind?

Alola thought so in her heart and did so.

In the spiritual realm, she directly called out her friend, the lost elk spirit——

Ha Estrel.

Compared to before, Ha Astril looked even more twisted.

The blood-stained antlers were dotted with black spots, and the chaotic eyes were filled with killing and madness, almost losing the power of a god.

Aoun looked down at Alola and stared at the elk spirit that appeared in front of her, his flaming eyes filled with surprise.

"Huh Astrid?"

Aoun's eyes tightened, and he instantly recognized the identity of the elk spirit that had been tortured by the shadow.

He is a compatriot of Ornn, a powerful demigod who was born in the land of Freljord.

However, as the world abandoned and forgotten the old gods, many demigods lost their godhood and fell into eternal sleep.

"What's wrong with him?"

Aoun's eyes moved away from Ha Astril and looked at Alola, revealing the meaning of exploration.

"I don't know either. When I met him, he was already like this." Allura replied solemnly.

"That's why I want to ask for your help."

Aoun didn't speak, and came to Ha Astril, stretched out his thick palm, and gently stroked the blood-stained antlers.

Buzz!

The blazing flames ignited, carrying the power of purification, burning the dark shadows, reflecting the elk figure of Ha Astril.

In the center of the flame, Ha Astril's eyes were vaguely clear, as if she had broken free from the darkness and regained her freedom.

"roar!"

At this moment, Haastril roared at Ornn, and dark shadows surged out of her body, resisting the burning of the flames.

Although his power is not as strong as Ornn, the dark shadow seems to be draining life, forcing Ornn to stop the flame in his hand.

"interesting?"

Ornn clearly felt the strong resistance brought by the dark shadow, and immediately gathered the power of fire in his body to completely dispel the darkness and let Ha Astril return to freedom.

The flames and shadows intertwined, creating huge energy fluctuations that caused the fire in the forge hall to sway.

The dark shadows gradually became unable to resist the burning of the flames, and the blood-stained horns turned green again.

But Ha Astril's vitality also fell into darkness, like a candle that could be extinguished at any time.

As a last resort, Ornn stopped the flames in his hands and allowed the dark shadow to once again envelope Ha Astril.

"The power in his body is very strange. It seems to be entangled with life and death, affecting his will." Aoun shook his head slightly, saying that he was powerless.

"This is not the power of Runeterra, but the power of another world."

The hope that arose in Allura's heart was completely shattered after Ornn's words fell.

"However, I can suppress the shadow energy in his body." Aoun saw Allura's disappointment and said in a deep voice.

"During this period, you can go to the ice fields in the west to find Isyaen. Her power may be able to eliminate Ha Astril's abnormal state."

"Isyaan?"

Allura looked confused, a little unfamiliar with the name Orn said.

Ornn used his own flame power to forcibly suppress Ha Astril's shadow power, allowing him to maintain his final elk spirit form and prevent him from completely falling into the shadows.

"Her other name, you should have heard of it."

"Ice Crystal Phoenix Anivia!"

In the eternal cycle of birth, life, and death, the ice phoenix Anivia guides and protects the Freljord.

Allura suddenly woke up when she heard Anivia's name.

In mythology, Anivia is a god born in the freezing ice wind. She has experienced countless reincarnations of birth, death and rebirth, and has always cared for the Freljord.

"Is she in the West?"

"Yes." Aoun nodded.

Although he had been hiding in his forge hall, he felt that the world outside had entered a new era.

Especially in the west of Freljord, the newly born Avarosa tribe is leading many tribes and blood alliances on the right path.

"Huh? This breath?"

Aoun ended his conversation with Allura and was about to return to the workshop when he noticed a restless aura coming from a distant place.

"Is it Valhall?"

It was also at this time that Ha Astril, who was supposed to be suppressed by the flames, suddenly rioted.

A large amount of black liquid leaked from his mouth and nose, and the dark shadows inside his body glowed with a dark blue glow.

"The power of ice blood?" Allura stared at the changes in Ha Astril.

"No, there are other energies."

But Aoun did not continue to pay attention to Ha Astril.

He looked into the distance, his flaming eyes seemed to ignore space, intent on observing his brother, Valhall.

Even though there is a not so good memory between the two, the bond of thousands of years cannot be easily broken up.

Aoun clenched the hammer in his hand and prepared to leave the forge hall and the spiritual realm.

Something is wrong with Valhal.

He sensed that Valhal, who possessed the power of thunder and destruction, seemed to be in a painful struggle, whipping Freljord with endless thunderstorms.

Before leaving, Ornn looked at Haastril beside Allura and whispered, "Is anyone interfering with the revival of the old gods?"

The world in front of him was changing, the familiar ice and snow blew over his body, and the ashes in the air swayed with the wind.

Ornn stepped into the silent volcano. This was the first time he had left the Forge Hall in a thousand years.

He looked at the dilapidated buildings of the volcano, and memories flashed in his fiery eyes.

The memories of the former Hearth family came to his mind.

This group of believers who followed him could make the most sophisticated tools, the most solid houses, and brew the most delicious malt liquor in the world.

But one night, disaster struck.

For reasons unknown to mortals, Ornn and his brother Volibear fought on the volcano, and destroyed everything that the Hearth family had worked hard to create.

Fire, ash, and lightning fell from the sky, creating a terrible storm that you could see even from ten horizons away.

When the dust settled, Hearthtown was a smoking crater, and the Hearth Family was all shattered, their flesh and blood mixed with the embers and slowly slumbered.

Although Ornn would never admit it verbally, he was completely broken.

He had once glimpsed the potential of mortal life in the Hearth Family, but these lives were completely destroyed in the blink of an eye under the wrath of the Immortals.

The huge sense of guilt made him hide in the Forge Hall, secluded himself and devoted himself to hard work, and never saw the world again.

"I want to find Valhal." Ornn suppressed the many thoughts in his heart and said to Allura.

"Can you please tell Isyaen a message?"

"You say." Allura nodded gently.

Ornn looked southeast, his tone became more solemn, carrying a heavy responsibility.

"Tell Isyaen not to sleep. Someone intends to destroy the Freljord we created together."

Although he could not see the situation in Valhal, he could feel that there was an ancient terror lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to invade.

Unprecedented turmoil is coming.

This is not just his intuition, but also his deep understanding and perception of this land.

But Ornn knew that only by finding Valhal could he know everything behind it.

Ornn finally looked at the village at the foot of the volcano, where the sound of iron forging came one after another, which was a familiar melody.

He took a deep breath, left the Hearthland, and embarked on a journey to find Valhal.

Alora stayed where she was, watching Ornn's departure, and waved to take Ha'Astriel back to the spiritual realm.

"West?"

Alora turned and looked to the west. She believed Ornn's words that Anivia held the key to restoring Ha'Astriel's sanity.

Then she left the Hearthland and continued her journey.