Twin Cities: Hero Witness System

Sejuani finished speaking and hung up Hex.

"Do you have anything else to do now?" Looking at Lin Wen, Sejuani asked.

"No, thank you for your willingness to help me connect with Avarossa." Lin Wen said.

Sejuani nodded.

"I'll tell Mel and Shirko later that in four days at the latest, the gift for Avarosa will reach the sky above the Freljord."

Looking at Lin Wen, Sejuani hesitated and asked, "Lin Wen, you help us like this... what do you want?"

"What do you want from me? What do you want from Ashe?"

Lin Wen looked at Sejuani, raised his eyes to the ceiling, thought for a moment, and said:

"Just think I'm doing charity."

Something... can't tell.

Sejuani thought that the Shuangcheng had helped them in this way, and the Shuangcheng had lost, but in fact, the Shuangcheng succeeded in getting through the Freljord route.

After befriending Avarossa, the Claw of Winter, the Freljord can really be said to let the twin cities go sideways.

After all, Lissandra is now living in seclusion in a castle in the Far North.

Moreover, Lin Wen can also meet new heroes and find ways to gain favorability and improve himself.

Speaking of which, if you get to know Ashe and make friends with her, then it should be a buy one get three free?

Thinking of this, Lin Wen looked at Sejuani again.

Sejuani was stunned for a moment, and always felt that Lin Wen's eyes were so awkward...

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"Flaina, this Hex phone is mine."

"Understood, I heard it all." Flaina nodded to Ashe, then raised her hands that were still tied.

"Help me untie the rope, ally." Flaina chuckled, biting the last two words extremely hard, as if mocking Ashe.

Ashe gave Flaina a deep look, raised her hand, and shouted loudly, "Someone."

"Warmother."

Frozen Stone walked in immediately, staring at Flaina who was standing in the hall when he entered the door.

"Untie her rope."

Frozen Stone didn't ask any further, stepped forward, reached out and untied the rope in Flaina's hand.

Flexing her wrist, Flaina shook her head and looked at Ashe with the only remaining eye, and she said:

"Actually, I was strongly opposed to forming an alliance with Avarosa. But I couldn't hold back that this was Sejuani's order, so I came here."

Frozen Stone clenched the battle axe in his hand.

Ashe looked at Flaina quietly.

"But one thing is true. With the cooperation of the two cities, Avarosa will get a lot of things, very magical things."

"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains, Wind and Moon"

"I'm looking forward to the look on your face when you use the water heater. Can you still be like just now, thinking it's just a hoax, or think they're all useless things?"

After Flaina finished saying this, she turned and left.

"Send someone to protect her from leaving."

Ashe said to Frozen Stone.

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In the remote north, the night is like ink.

The north of the Freljord is located directly below the Frostguard Fortress, a place bordered by the Frostguard Fortress to the north and Noxus Fort Vorth to the south.

The fire in the forest burned all night, and didn't stop until morning.

The destroyed village was full of ashes from the fire. The heavy snow suppressed a fire last night, and it also covered the bloodstains all over the ground.

But the person who survived and got up from the ground still smelled a strong smell of blood.

Several young people also vomited and vomited.

At this moment, a cry rang out.

"Tendamere, Tryndamere! Are you there? Are you still alive?"

The old priest of the barbarian tribe shouted anxiously, he ran to the pile of dead people, and carried the corpses with the only remaining tribesmen.

Until a big reddish hand emerged from the pile of corpses.

"Come here! Someone is still alive here!"

A strong man roared loudly.

Soon, the corpse above was removed, and a handsome face appeared in everyone's sight.

"Tendamere, it's Tryndamere, the **** of the undead boar is above, thank God!"

"What happened? Tryndamere, people... how come our tribesmen are dead." The strong man climbed up the pile of corpses with his upper body naked and knelt on the corpses of his tribesmen. He looked down at Taida below. Mir, filial piety in an angry roar.

Tryndamere is a powerful warrior of the tribe, he should protect the tribe!

But now, the clan has been destroyed, leaving only the rubble of the land.

"What are the frost priests doing?"

The man lying in the pile of corpses quietly looked at the sky, his lips trembled, and a line of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Closing the gray-green twins, he said solemnly:

"No... they didn't do it."

"It's my incompetence... I was slapped away by someone's sword."

"Who is it! Who can do such a thing? Tryndamere, you are the most powerful warrior of the barbarians!"

"The most powerful?" Tryndamere stretched out his hand and grabbed it upwards, as if trying to grab something, but soon, his arm went weak and weak, and he murmured:

"That powerful demon, I can't even stop his sword... I can't stop it!"

"Dead, they are all dead!"

"died!"

There was a roar like a beast in his throat, and Tryndamere's eyes turned blood red in an instant, and his muscles began to swell.

What did he remember.

That man, he ate the corpses of the Tryndamere people and absorbed their power!

"Tendamere, calm down, you must calm down now."

Seeing this, the old priest hurriedly stretched out his hand, took out the ashes of the beast and placed it on Tryndamere's head. The old priest sang a few short stanzas in a row.

Then, Tryndamere gradually calmed down.

Climbing up from the pile of corpses, he looked around.

There are... 30 people left.

His huge clan, based here, able to defend against wild beasts and powerful enemies, collapsed overnight.

Tryndamere closed his eyes and thought about what happened last night.

That giant sword-wielding shadow with horns, a pair of wings, and a foreign language...

"I want revenge."

Tryndamere opened his eyes, took a deep breath, sat up straight, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Okay, okay." The old priest stretched out his hand and pressed it on Tryndamere's shoulder. He said, "You want revenge, but Tryndamere, what do you want to do?"

Another voice sounded nearby, "You should lead us now more than vengeance, Tryndamere."

It was the voice of an old woman.

On the side, the hunting group of four, the four strong warriors fell silent when they heard the sound, and they looked at Tryndamere quietly.

The children also leaned up, and the children hugged each other, looking timidly at Tryndamere who was sitting on the pile of dead people.

Tryndamere was stunned for a moment, his powerful tribe became what it is now, and the sadness was suddenly born in the bottom of Tryndamere's heart.

But he knew that he had no time to be sad now.

He must find a way out for the rest of his clan.

Thinking of this, Tryndamere said, "Let's go south."

Tryndamere stood up. At this time, everyone saw that there was a huge scar on his side waist. The wound had healed, but the scar was like a black fire, accompanied by Tryndamere's muscles, it was twisting, It's like eating Tryndamere's body.

"South?" The old priest looked at Tryndamere suspiciously.

"Sacrificial, we have to find a way to survive." Tryndamere drew out his weapon, a long knife shining with black light.

"We can't survive here."

"We must go to the south. There are those frost priests in the north, the Noxians in the south, and the devil in the east. No one knows when he will come back."

"Go south, go to that valley, and after that, sacrifice, there will be no more barbarian tribes in the Freljord. We must rely on the protection of the legendary Avarossa, so that we can survive."

Five soldiers, and a group of old, weak and sick.

Not to mention when the enemy will come, even hunting has become a problem for the barbarians now, so...you must find a strong existence to attach.

Winter's Claw will not accept trash, so only Avarosa, known for his peace, will accept them.

Tryndamere didn't believe this rumor before, but now, he has no choice. He can only hope that the rumors are true and that the legendary Avarosa has really been reincarnated.

Otherwise, except for himself and these warriors, the old priest and the children will starve to death and freeze to death sooner or later.

Tryndamere stepped down from the pile of corpses. He opened his mouth and let out a roar with his hair down.

The sound of venting is like a beast that has lost everything.

Incomparable anger.

The old priest was on the side, holding a long stick, looking at the back of the most powerful warrior of the younger generation in this tribe in horror.

He watched as he raised his sword and roared towards the sky.

He could sense that Tryndamere had changed.

He grew stronger, his voice a fury deeper than the mountain's foundation, and his eyes gleamed red with the boar god.

He was filial piety, and in anger he became the king of the barbarians.

A... king who leads the broken tribe.

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"I will take revenge!"

In endless anger, Tryndamere roared out.

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