LOL: The days of cultivating immortals in Rune Continent

Chapter 235: Leaving the Freljord

The campfire was crackling, and Ashe, accompanied by Tryndamere, came to the central tent. In this tent, there were young warriors sleeping. Just like now, when Ashe arrived, several young warriors were sleeping soundly.

Ashe didn't wake them up, but looked towards the center.

I saw a bonfire placed in the center of the tent. A hole was dug downwards there, leading directly to the ice and permafrost on the surface. The edges were also well protected, with a circle of iron sheets to prevent the flames from escaping, and an iron cover on the top. The cover covered the bonfire, and on top was a tube that pierced the tent and extended outward. This tube would lead the gas that could make people dizzy or even die out of the tent.

The fire could add a lot of temperature, but the effect was just that. The little soldier sleeping on the edge still had to be covered with a thick blanket, and even so he was still shivering or curled up into a ball.

And someone always had to get up in the middle of the night to add firewood, which was very inconvenient.

Ashe looked at it for a few seconds, pursed her lips, and then left with Tryndamere.

Next, Ash went to some tents where some old people lived.

As soon as she walked in, Ashe felt the pleasant temperature. As a person with ice blood, Ashe is not resistant to the cold, but when it comes to cold, Ashe certainly prefers a comfortable temperature. After all, she is different from Sejuani.

That guy likes cold environments and brutal training, saying that this is the only way to cultivate true Freljord warriors.

However, Ashe does not agree with this set of ideas, because in Ashe's mind, suffering is suffering. It may be suffering that makes people progress, but suffering is definitely not worth actively pursuing, unless it is those ascetic monks and extreme beast spirits. After all, the way those guys train is to pursue suffering, to torture their bodies and sublimate their souls.

But what about ordinary people?
Having two meals a day, a tent, a dry and soft straw bed, and a good job, this is probably what ordinary people want in life, right?

"Mado, how are you feeling? Can you make it through this winter?"

Ashe looked at an old man in the tent, and when the old man saw Ashe coming in, he quickly stood up. He saw a strange device glowing above his head, and the tent was also illuminated by white light.

The light was very bright, without any temperature, and not as dim as firelight, but a white light.

Like day, it never tires the eyes.

When the old man stood up, his skin was tightly attached to his bones. He was very thin, but his face was surprisingly not ugly.

The old man smiled and nodded to Ashe, then said loudly, "I'm fine, Warmother, very fine. This Hex Heater can raise the temperature much faster and at a higher temperature than a fire, and most importantly, without those unpleasant and pungent gases, my body is getting better."

"I think I can survive this winter. Maybe next year I will waste the tribe's food again, War Mother." Grandpa Maduo said with a smile.

Ashe waved her hand gently and rolled her eyes at Mado, "I told you not to say such things again. Every Avarosan has the right to survive, no matter if he is a child or an adult."

Grandpa Mado nodded repeatedly, "It's my fault, Mother Zhan."

He then continued, "But Mother Zhan, you have made your decision, right?"

"Yeah." Ashe pursed her lips slightly, and Tryndamere was watching her back.

It is these fair and delicate shoulders that carry the entire Avarosa.

"Then I'm ready too. The Mado family is willing to serve the War Mother and Avarosa at any time." Grandpa Mado bent slightly and said in a deep voice.

Mado's original clan was called the Winter Cold Tribe, a tribe that traveled to many places in the Freljord and survived as traveling merchants. In Mado's generation, they joined Avarosa and became Ashe's people.

Maduo is the previous chief of the Dongleng tribe.

Freljord is indeed a matriarchal society, and the leaders elected by large tribes are often women, but this is not absolute. Some tribes also use the patriarchal system, such as the Winter Clan and the Mountain Clan.

"I can go to Demacia at any time to represent your will." Mado put his hand on his chest and whispered to Ashe.

Ashe looked at him, twitched her nose, opened her mouth and smiled, saying, "Forget it, Mado, you can't be the same as before. Do you still think you are young? It takes at least a month to walk from Avarosa to Demacia. You can't hold on now."

"It doesn't matter if I die on the road," said Maduo.

"No, I'll go by myself this time." Ashe shook her head.

Tryndamere remained silent and stood quietly beside Ashe, but he had already expressed his feelings with this inconspicuous action.

"Anyway, I'm here to learn from you about trade, Mado. Tell me what I should do when I get to Demacia."

Mado blinked, waved his hand, and said to Ashe: "Then you must first tell me what the Demacians need."

“The essence of trading is nothing more than finding and utilizing patterns. When necessary, we must learn to create patterns, just like creating demand for people who have no demand. Only when we understand what the other party wants can we make corresponding countermeasures.”

Mado shared his experience with a smile, and Ash listened attentively.

Tryndamere stood, guarding the safety of the Warmother and his wife.

He looked at Ashe, who was sitting in front of Mado with a serious face, and the hatred in his heart inexplicably disappeared a little, and an indescribable emotion also arose, but soon, Tryndamere suppressed that emotion.

He put his hands behind his back and used his thumb nail to pierce a wound on his waist and abdomen. The wound had healed long ago due to Tryndamere's extraordinary self-healing ability, but it left a horrible scar.

That was the scar that monster left on Tryndamere.

He killed all the people in the Mountain Clan except Tryndamere. This was a torture for Tryndamere. He had been wandering in the Freljord. Tryndamere's only wish was to find him and avenge his people.

But now, Tryndamere has one more wish.
Taking a deep breath, Tryndamere closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart: "Pig God, please let her live an easy life."

In the Bearman Mountain, Sejuani bit off a piece of deer leg fiercely and looked towards the forest in the distance.

In that forest, there are the bear people who were driven away by Sejuani.

"This can't go on like this."

A voice sounded beside Sejuani.

Sejuani looked over and saw a stocky, shirtless man walking towards her.

"Sejuani, we did get Ornn's great urn, and our people do have a source of food, but we can't take it away. Volibear used his power to nail the urn into the soil, and there's no way to take it away by force."

"Udyr, where are your gods? Is it not possible to use their power?" Sejuani frowned and said in a cold voice.

Udyr shook his head and said with a wry smile: "No, they don't want to offend Volibear under this circumstance, because Volibear is a madman. The bear spirit can be beaten up, but he will never allow his things to be stolen. Even though Volibear is injured now and his life or death is unknown, they dare not gamble because they are afraid that Volibear will come back."

"Tsk!" Sejuani became annoyed. Udyr was helpless about this.

He had tried his best and expressed his request to the beast spirits, but whether it was the bear, pig, or leopard, these powerful beast spirits who had helped Udyr and Volibear to shout, now rejected Udyr's request.

Because they didn't want to face the enraged Volibear, the beast spirits among them talked to Udyr about the ancient times, about the bear slaughtering the Freljord demigod.
"Accept Avarosa's invitation, Sejuani." Udyr said after a long silence.

Sejuani looked at Udyr with a complicated look in her eyes, but after a while, she asked, "Why?"

If someone else had asked Sejuani to cooperate with Avarosa or that little bitch Ashe, Sejuani would have thrown an axe at them long ago.

But the person in front of him was different.

Because Udyr is her sworn father, Sejuani's father.

The relationship between them is not simply that of a leader and his tribesmen, but that of a father and daughter.

Although Sejuani may not be Udyr's biological daughter, there is no doubt that she is his adoptive father. The Freljord is a matriarchal clan, and it is normal for a powerful tribal leader to have several husbands. Udyr is different from other adoptive fathers. Udyr and the previous leader of the Winter's Claw are not in a political marriage, but childhood sweethearts.

When Sejuani first learned about this, of course she would not accept it. She treated Udyr with cruelty, but in return she received Udyr's unchanging gentleness. Under Udyr's sincere teachings, Sejuani slowly accepted this man. She really needed this man's help, and this man would often talk to her about Kokia, Sejuani's mother.

In short, before she knew it, Sejuani herself found that she began to value Udyr and was willing to listen to Udyr.

Although she has not yet explained her relationship with Udyr to the outside world, Udyr is not in a hurry because he feels that day will not be too far away.

"Because this is not a solution. Didn't you use some of the strange items in the tribe you robbed some time ago?" Udyr looked at Sejuani seriously and said, "The world is constantly changing, Sejuani, I have been outside and I know what the outside world is like, but you are different. You think Freljord is the whole world, but this idea is wrong."

"Avarosa is getting stronger and stronger. Now half of the clans have joined Avarosa, but we are trapped on the Bear Mountain. If we don't go down the mountain, we will have no food. On the mountain, the Bear's counterattack is also causing our tribe to shrink. We have been surpassed by Avarosa, and if this continues, there will only be one voice in the Freljord in the future."

Udyr didn't say who made that voice, but Sejuani clenched her fists.

Her joints were turning blue, and she wanted to say that she had been to the outside world. Wasn’t that Demacia?
But when she recalled how she was beaten away by that young man, Sejuani began to grit her teeth again.

“We need a change, Sejuani.”

"We also need the technology of the Twin Cities, because with that technology, we will be able to engage in farming and planting. By learning Demacia's farming techniques, we will be able to..." Udyr's eyes were bright, as if he had thought of that kind of life.

But the next second, Sejuani, who had been calm before, suddenly stood up and waved her hand.

“Shut up!” Sejuani roared, looking at Udyr, she said in pain: “What did you say? Farming and planting? And then being trapped in a stone house, right? Living like Avarosa? You want me to lose my wildness? Udyr, I am the Winter’s Claw! If I am trapped in a stone house, living a life of working from sunrise to sunset, what is that? Am I a mountain cat with its claws sharpened? You want me to become a house cat that is raised and admired by people? That is not the life I want! It is definitely not the life that the Winter’s Claw wants!”

"I will cooperate with Demacia and change the current situation of my people because it is my duty. I will be a qualified war mother, but I will never allow the Winter Claw to fall into the situation you described!" Sejuani looked at Udyr fiercely.

"If I lose my wildness, I lose everything!"

Udyr was stunned and subconsciously took a step back, but soon he took a deep breath and felt a little confused.

"What are you going to do?" Udyr whispered.

Sejuani sat down, her tone calmed down, and she answered: "If we have to choose one way, then the Winter Claw will still choose nomadism. We can trade with Demacia, but I will never choose farming."

"My tone just now was a bit too harsh, but I hope you can understand, Udyr, that what you said touched my minefield." There was a hint of apology in Sejuani's tone.

"It's my problem, daughter." Udyr shook his head.

He raised his head, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "I am a beast walker, born to be the spokesperson for the beast spirits of Freljord. The wild instinct is deep in my blood, but what did I say?"

"you are right."

After Udyr finished speaking, he took a step forward, and a surge of energy emerged behind him.

Those were extremely powerful beast spirits.

Udyr was entangled by the soul of the beast when he was young. Because of this, he stayed away from the Claw of Winter and Kokia. This ability made him destroy his loved ones, but this ability also allowed him to help his current loved ones.
“To give up wildness is to give up everything.”

Udyr closed his eyes, and green and red lights lingered around his fists. A pair of fang patterns appeared on his chest, and a pair of goat horns vaguely appeared behind him.

And the moment Udyr opened his eyes, all the illusory shadows disappeared.

When he opened his eyes, light flashed and his gleam was directed at Sejuani, which stunned her.

"You broke through?"

"Yeah." Udyr nodded.

He held out his fist and then clenched it.

"It's time for us to get out of the Freljord."

Udyr said softly.

Behind him, the shadows blessed by the four statues soared into the sky. At this moment, Udyr achieved the status of demigod.

He did not gain the strength of a demigod by borrowing the power of beast spirits, but he became a demigod with his own strength.

Beast Spirit Walker?
No, Udyr at this moment.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him the Soul Guardian?

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You guys, I'm about to faint.

I really need to find time to have this wisdom tooth removed. When I woke up this morning, half of my face was a little sore. By the afternoon, it was completely swollen. I am a heavy smoker, so it's very annoying. Really, really annoying.

I took some medicine and wrote this chapter in a hurry.

If there are typos or something, please point them out, thank you.

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