The Glory of Noxus

The white snow and ice covered the valley like a thick white velvet blanket.

In the biting cold wind, the blue boundary pole swayed gently, symbolizing Sejuani's tent, with two axes interlaced in the rune pattern embroidered on it.

Udyr passed the nearby tent, wrapped in the wind and snow, pushed open the felt curtain, and hurried into the tent.

Compared with the cold weather outside, the red stove burning in the tent brought a touch of warm breath.

Sejuani was sitting at the wooden table, handling the affairs of the tribe, the feather pen in her hand kept dancing, filling the parchment with content.

Hearing Udyr's footsteps, Sejuani looked up, and a solemn look flashed in her eyes.

"Udyr, is there something urgent?"

As early as two days ago, she followed Udyr's advice and prepared to lead the tribe to migrate away from the area of ​​the bear tribe.

This is not a failure!

The bear tribe of the old god Volibear had long since fled in all directions under her conquest and slaughter.

Now it is rare to see individual bear monsters, not to mention those out-of-control beast spirit walkers.

Udyr spoke directly, telling what he had just heard and the possible war of gods in the distant Ironthorn Mountains.

After listening to Udyr's story, Sejuani's eyes were gloomy, and her rough hands left fine ice chips on the table.

"The revival of the old gods!"

"We must act as soon as possible." Udyr said firmly.

"If we delay any further, we may face greater danger."

Sejuani fell silent, looked into Udyr's eyes, and understood that what he said was true.

In the face of the revival of the old gods, they must take action to protect the safety of the tribe and the blood alliance.

It's just that in summer, the food collected by the Winter Claw tribe in the plateau, forests and northern waters is not enough.

There is no guarantee that all the tribesmen can safely survive the difficult winter during the migration.

If it was a normal time, the tribe would encounter a shortage of food.

They could cross the frozen sea and go south to plunder the supplies they needed for life.

But the failure of the Second Freljord War caused them to lose the qualification to go south to plunder.

The Noxian Empire has hoarded heavy troops to defend the northern border, and with the Ursine tribe watching covetously, the situation of the Winter Claw tribe and the Blood Alliance is more difficult.

There was a good opportunity before, to cooperate with the fugitives of the Kingdom of Demacia to plunder the Secret Silver City of the Kingdom of Demacia.

But they also suffered a failure and lost a fierce team of plunderers.

"Migration requires a lot of things, and we are already searching for supplies as much as possible." Sejuani said in a low voice.

"And Olaf has not come back yet, and the reconnaissance team he led is still in the dangerous area of ​​the Ursine tribe."

Udyr frowned, a little worried about Olaf's reckless character.

Olaf's strength is very strong, and his violent bloodline is on par with Sejuani's ice bloodline.

Ordinary legendary creatures with claws and fangs are no match for Olaf.

But this guy is pursuing the Golden Road and will not withdraw so easily.

"We can't delay any longer. You lead the tribe and the Blood Alliance to migrate away first." Udyr suggested.

"I will go find Olaf myself and bring him back with the reconnaissance team."

Olaf, who is in a rage, can only be suppressed by him and Sejuani.

As the war mother of the Winter Claw tribe, Sejuani shoulders an extremely important responsibility and needs to command the tribe and the Blood Alliance to migrate.

Therefore, this task is destined to fall on Udyr.

"As for the problem of supplies, the envoy of the Avarosa tribe has not left yet. We can try to contact Ashe."

Udyr glanced at Sejuani and expressed his considerations.

He understood the special relationship between Sejuani and Ashe. Although they seemed to be competing, they had deep concerns in their hearts.

Recalling the past days, when the Winter Claw tribe faced the threat of the old god Volibear and the Ursine tribe.

After the Avarosa tribe received the news, they did not choose to stand idly by.

On the contrary, they generously sent a lot of supplies to help the Winter Claw tribe survive the winter difficulties.

It was also because of this that the two tribes broke the rigid relationship in the past and gradually began to cooperate.

Hearing Ashe's name, Sejuani's cold eyes flashed with a little fluctuation, and a different emotion emerged in her heart.

However, as the war mother of the tribe, she knew that she could not make decisions based on her personal emotions.

She had to consider the life and safety of the tribe and the blood alliance.

After careful consideration, Sejuani finally nodded to Udyr.

Although her movements were slight, they told of her changes.

She was willing to put aside her personal emotions for the future of the tribe and contact Ashe and the Avarosa tribe.

The Avarosa tribe now owns the most fertile land in Freljord, as well as many prosperous port cities.

And the ideals that Ashe talked about are being realized little by little through her own efforts.

This is something that Sejuani cannot ignore and needs to acknowledge.

Udyr breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Sejuani nod.

Then he said goodbye to Sejuani and walked out of the tent.

Olaf is still deep in the territory of the Ursine tribe, and he wants to bring them back as soon as possible.

Although the power of the old gods varies, Volibear's strength is undoubtedly at the top.

Sejuani stood up slowly, her movements were heavy, as if she was carrying the weight of the entire tribe.

She walked to the door of the tent, looking at Udyr's back, disappearing into the white world.

After a while.

Sejuani took a deep breath, feeling the cold air stimulating her lungs.

Huff! Huff! Huff!

The low sound of pig snouts rang out near the tent, breaking the silence around.

Sejuani turned sideways and looked at Steelmane who was staggering over.

Her companions seemed to have sensed the coming of danger.

She reached out and gently stroked Steelmane's hair to calm him down.

Then, Sejuani's eyes swept over the surrounding tribal warriors and blood alliance leaders.

"Everyone listen, we must migrate away before the sun sets and go to the ice fields in the west."

As Sejuani's orders were issued, the Winter Claw tribe and the Blood Alliance quickly got busy.

They either packed their bags to make sure no one had forgotten any necessities, or wiped their weapons in case of a fight.

Although the winter migration was full of unknowns and dangers, they were not worried at all, and their movements were skilled and orderly, without any confusion or hesitation.

Because they believed that the great war mother Sejuani would guide them to overcome all difficulties and create a glorious future for them.

Time passed.

The noise and shouting in the snowy valley continued for a long time.

The tribesmen of the Winter Claw tribe and the blood alliance people who gathered nearby have almost gathered.

Sejuani stood on a high place, overlooking her people, with a firm light in her eyes.

"Everyone, we are about to embark on a difficult road, but I believe in your courage and strength."

"Now, let's go!"

Sejuani's voice spread throughout the valley, inspiring the morale of every warrior.

Then, everyone shouted deafeningly, sang hymns, and embarked on their journey.

In the north of Freljord, a dormant volcano stands tall, with scars left by eruptions in ancient times on its body.

These mottled traces show the former glory and silence of the volcano.

At the foot of the volcano, many wooden houses are scattered in an orderly manner, forming an unknown village.

This place is different from other frozen fields. Although it is covered with ice and snow, the temperature is not too cold, as if it is a warm embrace bestowed by nature on this land.

"I have never seen this forgotten god."

In the house in the center of the village, the orange bonfire dispels the cold and illuminates the children gathered together.

They surrounded an elderly and friendly old man and listened attentively to his stories about the gods.

"My grandmother told me these stories, but from what she said, she didn't seem to have seen this lost god."

"Even her grandmother and her grandmother's grandmother, even if we count a thousand times, no one has seen him."

"People only occasionally tell his legend around the crackling fire and grilled fish dinner."

"If we trace back to our ancestors more anciently, these legends may become true."

The old man's voice was low and mysterious, describing the ancient stories of the Freljord Icefield.

The children's curious faces raised a little, and the firelight flickered on their cheeks.

"The gods are around us, in the sky, in the soil, and behind the veil of the stars."

"We just need to follow their preferences and incorporate their existence into our hearts and words and deeds."

"For example, at sea, your eyeballs will be frozen into stone."

"Yes, it's that cold!" The old man's voice was a little bit of evil, causing the children to exclaim.

"If sailors dared to rub the fat on their faces and think of the seal sister, oh, no one remembers her real name anymore."

"Then the eyes and faces of these sailors would not be frozen by the cold sea breeze."

"There are also some gods, such as Volibear who controls thunder and destruction."

"He is unwilling to let his legend dissipate easily, so he still wanders on the frozen land of the tundra."

"He demands sacrifices from people and forces them to obey him. This is the case with the bear people."

The children have heard the stories of the half-bear villains, and they huddled together in fear and moved closer to the fire.

"Ah, we can talk about the stormbringer in bear skin later. It's better to say less about him."

The old man looked at the child's actions, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

As the grandmother said, as long as they get close to the fire, they will listen to you.

"And now, the story I want to tell is about the first god to be born."

"Is it Ornn?"

Outside the house, a curious voice suddenly came, attracting the old man's attention.

He saw a girl wearing a thick and soft white robe, leaning against the door.

The magic girl wore an exquisite blue magic hat, held a cane embedded with blue gems, and wore high boots made of fine leather.

A magician of extraordinary status!

The first time the old man saw Allura, he saw that her identity was not simple.

"Yes, the first god born in Freljord, His Majesty Ornn." The old man signaled Allura to come and listen together.

Allura nodded gently, walked gracefully to sit among the children.

She opened her backpack, took out some berries she had picked on the road, and distributed them to the children in front of the campfire.

The children all shouted in unison, thanking Allura for her generosity.

The old man also smiled at Allura in a friendly and humble manner, and continued to tell the story.

"Did you know that there was no snow in Freljord before?"

The old man pointed to the white snowflakes falling gently outside the window and asked.

The children also showed confused expressions at the right time and looked at the old man.

"That's right. The continent we are on has always been the coldest place in the world, but in ancient times, there was only dry and cold wind on the earth, without a trace of dark clouds."

"It was Ornn who shaped the land of Freljord and brought the first snow."

Allura listened to the story quietly. After leaving Udyr, she looked for the legendary god -

Ornn, the Hidden Flame of the Mountain!

She walked through the endless ice and snow, studied the relics left by the Hearth Family, and hoped to learn about the whereabouts of Ornn himself through Ornn's followers.

After persistent research, she came to this dormant volcano and entered the village.

The children listened to the stories and ate delicious berries, and soon became tired and huddled together by the campfire.

The old man began to send these children back home one by one.

Although the village is not too rich, this is not the Winter Claw tribe after all, and there are many tribesmen living in the village.

When the old man was done, Allura asked with her chin in her hand.

"Are these stories true?"

"As long as we believe, the stories are true." The old man did not answer directly, but looked at Allura with burning eyes.

"Sir Superman, why did you come to the village? This place is very barren."

"I'm here to find the trace of Ornn." Allura said bluntly.

"Great Lord Ornn?" The old man was silent, lowered his head and gradually raised firewood and fiddled with the campfire.

The Hidden Flame of the Mountain has not responded to the voices of believers for too long, and even the former Lu family members do not know where this great god is.

Without waiting for an answer, Alola stood up and saluted the old man, then walked out of the village and headed for the top of the silent volcano.

When she was telling the story just now, she had sensed a subtle energy fluctuation, which spread through the flames and filled the house.

The mountain road was rugged and covered with ice and snow.

Alola walked lightly over many obstacles and came to the top of the volcano.

The steep cliffs were covered with snow, and occasionally exposed crimson rocks could be seen.

Alola looked around and continued to go deeper into the crater without stopping too much, where she saw many ruins and rubble.

It can be seen that there was once a magnificent settlement standing on the volcano.

But as time passed, only the dilapidated scene in front of her was left.