Chapter 60 The Thunder of the Hunting Lord
The edge of the frozen river.
Under the leadership of the war masons, Noxian soldiers quickly built strict military facilities based on trenches.
Wall towers, ramparts, tents and other buildings rise from the ground and stand on the ice field.
Central of the camp.
Darius stopped in front of the heavy fur tent and looked to the north.
The dim starlight illuminates the high slopes of the Winter Thorn Mountain Road.
He could see a bonfire burning above, smoke rising through the canopy, the advance troops of the Winter's Claw tribe.
They are waiting!
Darius smelled the strong smell of blood coming from his nose, turned his head and saw the returning Captain Farong and Oluo Shining Horn.
"General, what are you looking at?"
Oluo Shining Horn walked behind Darius. His tall body could bring him a farther field of vision. He also saw the stationed Winter's Claw tribe. .
"Do you want me to lead my soldiers to deal with these bastards?"
The victory just now seemed to arouse Oluo Shining's desire to fight, and he looked at Darius eagerly. , wanting to rush towards the enemy again.
“No need!”
Darius shook his head and refused, looking at the world covered in ice and snow, the biting cold soaking the clouds.
“Isn’t this mountain road after the avalanche the place for the decisive battle we long for?”
“I don’t think Sejuani will refuse!”
Darius' expression became more solemn as he thought about the failure of the First Battle of Freljord.
He needs victory in this war to restore the glory of the empire and suppress the chaos within the empire, especially the separatists, who can't wait to see the empire fall apart.
"Pass my order, all battle regiments gather towards the Winter Thorn Mountain Road!"
"Yes, General!"
Behind Darius, the scout cavalry who heard the order respectfully shouted He replied and immediately turned around and left.
After a while, the neighing of the war horses gradually disappeared on the snowy mountain road in the cold winter night.
The leaves of the pine trees high up are all the color of blood, in sharp contrast to the surrounding pale snow.
Udyr watched a scarlet leaf fall and realized how much he had misunderstood the color red.
In his hometown, this color would only splash on the white snow.
But in the Freljord, red symbolizes violence and death is approaching.
But in fact, red symbolizes life. Anyone and any animal, as long as they are alive, have red in their bodies.
Udyr opened his eyes.
The meditation candle burned a red spot in his sight, and the rain hissed on the dying campfire.
The strong wind shook the sagging leather tent of the hut, as if intending to blow it down before dawn. Cold rain seeped through the gaps between the fur rugs inside the tent.
Udyr then realized that he was not sitting cross-legged with the monks on the remote top of Ionia, which was a corner of Sejuani's camp.
This is my home! Udyr felt a bitter pride in his heart.
It took several weeks for Udyr to meditate successfully again, but he couldn't be happy now.
As soon as he started to see his surroundings clearly... the voices came back.
Thoughts of nearby Enuk, Juvask wild boar, and horses overwhelmed his self-awareness, filling his mind with foreign feelings——
Like thunder Only he and the most powerful beast spirit walker could hear the loud sound, and they couldn't quiet it down.
What follows are human emotions, a thousand fragmentary thoughts mixed together: anger, fear, resentment, coldness, etc.
Udyr stabbed the silver thorn repeatedly into The impact of the metal on his palm amplified the pain thousands of times, but he was willing to bear any price in order to drive away those sounds.
Any price!
"Your Excellency Shaman, War Mother, please come over!"
The sound outside the tent recalled Udyr's thoughts. He lowered his head to look at his bloody palm, and wiped it hastily. , get up and go out.
Following the Blood Alliance warriors in front of him, Udyr came to Sejuani.
Compared with the relaxed atmosphere before, the War Mother of Winter's Claw looked solemn as she sat on the saddle of Steel Mane.
Perhaps sensing something, the huge Juvask wild boar snorted nervously, the ice around its paws shattered, and its huge eyes stared into the distance into the night.
There, in front of the burning bonfire.
The aide of Spirit Bear waved the bear paw pattern across his chest, and the many oath-singers surrounding him began to respond.
Countless voices cover each other and sing different tones simultaneously, creating an unnatural vocal elegy that resonates harmoniously with the roar of the fire.
This voice made Udyr feel the mental hesitation again. As time passed, Sejuani formed a horn formation along the woods along the river bank.
Everyone is ready with weapons, waiting for the arrival of the bear tribe.
As veterans, the bloody warriors beat their shields and beat their war drums.
It's a Freljord custom: you have to prove you're a friend before you can lay down your weapons.
Small static sparks began to appear on the warriors' armor, swords, and battle axes.
Udyr saw the warriors bewildered by the strange phenomenon. Arcs of electricity continued to dance between their weapons. He could feel their fear.
At the front of the army, Sejuani waved and threw off her cloak.
There is no doubt that she is reminding their tribe that this war mother is the true blood of ice.
The power of ice flows in her blood, and fighting is the only warmth she needs. Even the spirit bear cannot make her afraid.
Udyr followed Sejuani to the edge of the woods. His face began to elongate and deform, and his teeth stretched outward to form huge fangs, then retracted back to their original appearance.
The hair on his skin rippled, flowing to all parts of his body, covering his whole body, and receding like the tide in a small inlet, as if responding to some unknown wave.
He growled, barked, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly, Udyr's eyes widened and he spoke in a solemn voice: "They are coming!"
Silence swept everything.
The first batch of bear-men flashed out silently from the dark shadows between the trees - they were savages.
Their skin was stained brown with blood. Their hair was stuck together with dirt. Some were naked, others were covered in bearskins or rags.
Next came the beasts, mostly bears, of various sizes and coat colors.
Some species Udyr recognized, others he had never seen before.
They were all once spirit walkers, now trapped in the form of ruthless giant bears.
They have long forgotten that they were ever human.
Next comes the monster.
They are all weird hybrids of bears and other creatures, the stuff of legends, nightmares and folktales.
And they were once humans.
But now it has been completely swallowed by the true beast spirit, and it has long lost the appearance of a normal animal.
The Ursines stood in a messy row opposite Sejuani's army. They did not assume an offensive posture, did not make any sound, and were just waiting.
Udyr's tight breathing gradually slowed down, and his trembling turned into a swaying. He recognized many souls from the opposite front: students, masters, and former Oathsingers.
There are clan shamans he met while drinking, and there are warriors he met on the battlefield.
They have little or no sense of self left behind, and most have forgotten that they were ever human.
Some people have even torn their souls apart until the only emotion left is the Unyielding Spirit Bear, an infinite self-confidence that is close to rage.
A man emerged from the woods, wearing only a huge crowfeather hood and a bearskin cloak.
Hunting Lord!
"Why did you summon us, Winter's Claws?"
"I ask for the power of the Ursine." Sejuani took a deep breath and spoke word by word. "I ask you to fight alongside my tribe, Lord of the Hunt."
The Lord of the Hunt looked at Sejuani, his dull eyes motionless in his sockets until he saw Udyr beside him. , a touch of color appeared in his eyes.
“You asked the wrong person, I am just conveying Volibear’s voice on your behalf.”
"As his representative, I can accept what you promised -"
"I cannot represent him, I am just his tool." The hunting lord interrupted her. He seemed to be staring into the distance behind Sejuani.
“Our Lord walks with us.”
Udyr was the first to feel its power before anyone else present.
Those voices, those animal spirits in his mind, those consciousnesses that would never go away... all began to weaken.
Even Sejuani couldn't sense it so close, and the annoyance and impatience surrounding her faded away.
Thunder sounds!
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