Chapter 504 The Flame of the Hidden Mountain·Ornn
On the top of the sleeping volcano, the bitter cold wind carried ashes and snowflakes, covering many dilapidated buildings.
Alora held the magic cane in her hand, and a flash of blue light covered her body, preventing ashes and snowflakes from falling.
She walked leisurely among the ruins, curiosity flashed in her jewel-like eyes, and she scanned 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.
This is one of the reasons why she likes wandering.
Every different place always brings her unique insights.
As Alora went deeper, she discovered many traces buried in the corners of the building.
Pottery pots made of ice and clay, rusty ironware, and some vague words are carved on the stone wall.
These ruins seem to tell an ancient and mysterious story.
Alora 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 bottle, perfectly and harmoniously intertwined.
"Is it the culture of the Furnace family?"
In the recent past, when she was following Ornn's traces, she had seen many similar cultures.
This group of extinct ancestors is called the Lu family in many records.
They are Ornn's followers, mastering Ornn's exquisite skills.
These runes and traces are the culture of blacksmiths, craftsmen and brewing masters.
But now, they have long been lost under the erosion of time.
But I never thought that I would see traces of these furnace family members in this ruined place.
"It seems that the Youlu family has lived here, so will there be any clues about Ornn here?"
Alura put away her inner thoughts and came to the center of the ruins, where most of the majestic building had collapsed. The palace is within sight.
The cold wind blows, and the low moans tell the story of the lost life.
Alora walked gently to the front of the palace, pushed open the cracked stone door, and entered a completely different world.
Compared with the ashes and white snow outside, the color inside the palace is dark red, as hot and vibrant as a furnace.
The walls are engraved with many patterns of items cast by the Lu family, highlighting the prosperity of Lu's hometown.
Along the corridor, Allura came to the dilapidated main hall of the palace and saw a sculpture that had gone through the baptism of time but still exuded a fiery aura.
A giant fiery red goat!
Its presence seems to ignite the atmosphere of the main hall.
The goat's horns are clumsy and powerful, like ancient totems, barbs piercing the sky.
The crimson eyes were faintly shining with the light of wisdom, breaking through the fog that shrouded the world.
Aloura stopped in front of the statue, looked up at the giant goat in front of her, and recognized it as the image of Ornn in the mythical records.
“I smell your breath!”
Alura seemed to see something from the giant goat statue, and a strange light filled her jewel-like eyes.
She clasped the magic staff in her hand and waved it gently at the giant goat statue.
All of a sudden!
The world is peeling off, and the dilapidation and decay in front of us are just appearances, slowly disappearing.
Alora uses her special abilities to open a door between the physical realm and the spiritual realm.
The mottled energy emerges like a torrent opening, filling the material realm.
Then, a road leading to an unknown world appeared behind the door.
Allura quickly walked in, leaving the material realm and entering the world behind her.
The end of the passage.
Alora came to a forge hall filled with a scorching atmosphere, surrounded by warm and lively fires.
In addition, she also saw a huge steel shovel, a crowbar, and a black anvil.
Alora ignored the fire and looked at the mountain-like black anvil. She looked like a pitiful lamb compared to this big guy.
Then, she looked at the steel shovel placed next to her and noticed that there were traces of being held tightly for a long time.
Alura seemed to be thinking, walking 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.
Alora followed the sound and saw a group of shadow approaching, almost occupying the entire field of vision.
Allura took a closer look and found that it was not a shadow, but a walking old goat.
The skin of the goat is black, and fine muscle lines are intertwined on the surface of the body, like natural runes, full of vast power.
The eyes burning with blazing fire stared at Alora, as if they could see into her heart.
As the goat walked slowly, he held a casting hammer in his hand, and his hot breath hit his face, as if he had just taken it out of the furnace.
This is the first god born in Freljord.
Mountain Hidden Flame·Onn!
"His Majesty Ornn, hello, I am Allura, and I would like to seek your help."
Allura stepped forward quickly and greeted the person who appeared in the forge. Aoun in the hall saluted and said.
"Sorry, I still need to rest." Aoun looked at the unfamiliar Alola, shook his head and refused.
He forgot how long it had been since he showed up in the Freljord.
Now, he just wants to be in seclusion and practice hard, and doesn't want to get involved in any worldly affairs.
He doesn't care even for a strong person like Alola who can freely wander between the material realm and the spiritual realm.
Aloura fell silent upon hearing this, and Aoun's attitude was similar to the mythical story she heard not long ago.
Onn 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 scene, 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?
Alora thought so in her heart and did so.
In the spiritual realm, she directly called out her friend, the lost elk spirit——
Ha Astril.
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.
Onn looked down at Alola and stared at the elk spirit that appeared in front of her, his flaming eyes filled with surprise.
“Ha Estrel?”
Ornn’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. He was a powerful demigod in the past and was born on 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?”
Onn’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 in a solemn voice. "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 comparable to Orn, the dark shadow seems to be draining life, forcing Orn to stop the flame in his hand.
“Interesting?”
Orn clearly felt the strong resistance brought by the dark shadow, and immediately gathered the power of fire in his body to completely dispel this darkness and let Ha Astrid 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 withstand 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, Orn stopped the flames in his hands and allowed the dark shadow to envelope Ha Astril again.
"The power in his body is very strange, as if it is entangled with life and death, affecting his will." Aoun shook his head slightly, indicating 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.”
"Isyan?"
Alora looked confused, a little unfamiliar with the name Ornn 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 story of birth, life, and death In the eternal cycle, the ice phoenix Anivia guides and protects the Freljord.
Alora 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." Ornn nodded.
Although he has been hiding in his forge hall, he feels that the outside world has 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?"
Onn ended his conversation with Allura and was about to return to the workshop when he noticed a restless breath coming from a distant place.
"Is it Valhall?"
At this time, Ha Astril, who should have been suppressed by the flames, suddenly rioted.
A large amount of black liquid leaked from his mouth and nose, and the dark shadows in his body glowed with a dark blue light.
"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, intending to observe his brother, Valhall.
Even though there is a not so good memory between the two, the bond of millions 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.
Things are very wrong in Valhall.
He sensed that Valhall, who possessed the power of thunder and destruction, seemed to be struggling in pain, lashing the Freljord with endless thunderstorms.
Before leaving, Aoun looked at Ha Astril beside Alola and murmured in a low voice: "Someone is interfering with the resurrection of the old gods?"
The world in front of him is changing. Changes, the familiar ice and snow blow over the body, and the ashes in the air sway with the wind.
Ornn stepped into the silent volcano, leaving the forge hall for the first time in a thousand years.
He looked at the dilapidated buildings of the volcano, memories flashed in his eyes.
The memories of my family came flooding back.
This group of believers who follow him can build the most ingenious tools, the strongest houses, and brew the most delicious ale in the world.
But one night, disaster struck.
For reasons unknown to mortals, Ornn and his brother Volibear fought on the volcano, destroying everything the Furnace family had worked hard to create.
Fire, ash, and thunder and lightning fall from the sky, creating a terrible storm that you can see even if you are ten horizons away.
When the dust settled, Lu Township became a smoking crater, and all the Lu family members were shattered into pieces, their flesh, blood, and marrow mixed with the embers and slowly fell silent.
Though Ornn would never admit it verbally, he was completely broken.
He once glimpsed the potential of mortal life in the furnace family, but these lives were completely destroyed in the blink of an eye under the indiscriminate fury of the immortal.
The huge guilt caused him to hide in the forge hall, immerse himself in self-cultivation, and never saw the world again.
“I’m going to find Valhall.” Aoun suppressed the many thoughts that surged in his heart and said to Alola.
"Can you please give Isyaen a message?"
"Say." Allura nodded lightly.
Ornn looked to the southeast, his tone became more solemn, carrying a heavy responsibility.
"Let Isyaen stop sleeping. Someone is trying to destroy the Freljord we created together."
Although he couldn't see the situation Valhall was in, he could feel the ancient terror. Lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to invade.
Unprecedented turmoil is coming.
This is not just his intuition, but also his deep understanding and perception of this land.
But Orn understands that only by finding Valhall can we know everything behind it.
Aoun took one last look at the village at the foot of the volcano, where the sound of forging could be heard one after another, a familiar melody to him.
He took a deep breath, left Hearth, and embarked on a journey to find Valhall.
Alola stayed where she was, watching Ornn's departing back, and waved her hand to take Ha Astril back to the spiritual realm.
"The West?"
Alura turned and looked at the west. She believed Ornn's words, and Anivia held the key to restoring Ha Astril's sanity.
Immediately, she also left Luxiang and continued her journey.
(End of this chapter)