Chapter 503: Sejuani's Decision, Allura's Visit
The white ice and snow covered the valley like a thick white velvet blanket.
In the biting cold wind, the blue boundary pole swaying gently symbolized Sejuani's tent, with a rune pattern of two intertwined axes embroidered on it.
Udyr crossed over to the nearby tent, wrapped in the wind and snow, pushed open the felt door curtain, and entered the tent in a hurry.
Compared to the cold weather outside, the red stove burning inside the tent brought a warm atmosphere.
Sejuani was sitting at the wooden table, dealing with tribal affairs. The quill in her hand kept dancing, filling the parchment with content.
Hearing Udyr's footsteps, Sejuani looked up, a solemn look flashing in her eyes.
"Udyr, is there something urgent?"
As early as two days ago, she had followed Udyr's advice and was preparing to lead the tribe to migrate away from the bear tribe. area.
This is not a failure!
The Ursine tribe of the old god Volibear had already fled in all directions due to her conquests and killings.
It is rare to see single bear monsters now, let alone those out-of-control beast spirit walkers.
Udyr spoke directly, telling what he had just heard and the possible battle between gods in the Iron Thorn Mountains in the distance.
After listening to Udyr's words, Sejuani's eyes were gloomy, and her rough hands left fine ice shards on the table.
“The resurrection of the old gods!”
"We must act quickly." Udyr said firmly.
"If we delay any longer, we may face greater danger."
Sejuani fell silent, looked into Udyr's eyes, and understood that what he said was the truth.
Faced with the resurgence of the old gods, they must take action to protect the safety of the tribe and the blood alliance.
It’s just that in the summer, the Winter’s Claw tribe does not collect enough food from the plateaus, forests and northern waters.
There is no guarantee that all tribesmen can safely survive the difficult winter during migration.
If in normal times, the tribe encounters a shortage of food.
They can cross the frozen sea and go south to plunder the supplies necessary for life.
But the failure of the Second Freljord War caused them to lose the qualification to raid south.
The Noxus Empire has accumulated heavy troops for defense on the northern border, and the Ursine tribe is eyeing them. The Winter's Claw tribe and the Blood Alliance are in a difficult situation.
There was a good opportunity before, and I cooperated with the fugitives from the Kingdom of Demacia to plunder the Mithril City of the Kingdom of Demacia.
But they also suffered a defeat, and for this reason they also lost a fierce team of raiders.
"Migration requires a lot of things, and we have been searching for as many supplies as possible." Sejuani said in a low tone.
"And Olaf has not returned yet, and the reconnaissance team he led is still in the dangerous area of the Ursine tribe."
Udyr frowned, a little concerned about Olaf's reckless character. worry.
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 can lead the tribe and blood alliance to migrate away first." Udyr suggested.
“I will go find Olaf myself and bring him back with the scouting team.”
Olaf fell into a violent rage, and only he and Sejuani could suppress him.
As the war mother of the Winter's Claw tribe, Sejuani shoulders an extremely important responsibility and needs to direct the migration of the tribe and the blood alliance.
Therefore, this task is destined to fall on Udyr.
"As for the material issue, the messenger from the Avarosa tribe has not left yet. We can try to contact Ashe."
Udyr looked at Sejuani and said: consideration.
He understood the special relationship between Sejuani and Ashe. They seemed to be in competition, but they both had deep concern for each other.
Recall the days of the past, when the Winter's Claw tribe faced threats from the old god Volibear and the Ursine.
After the Avarosa tribe got the news, they did not choose to sit idly by.
On the contrary, they very generously sent many supplies to help the Winter Claw tribe survive the winter difficulties.
For this reason, 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 slight fluctuations, and a different emotion emerged deep in her heart.
However, as the war mother of the tribe, she understands that she cannot make decisions based on personal emotions.
She must consider the life safety of the tribe and blood alliance.
After careful consideration, Sejuani finally nodded to Udyr.
Although her movements were slight, they told her changes.
She was willing to put aside her personal emotions and contact Ashe and the Avarosa tribe for the future of the tribe.
The Avarosa tribe now owns the most fertile land in Freljord, as well as many prosperous port cities.
And the ideals Ai Xi mentioned are being realized bit by bit with her own efforts.
This is something Sejuani cannot ignore and needs to admit.
Udyr breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Sejuani's nod.
Then he said goodbye to Sejuani and walked out of the tent.
Olav is still deep in the territory of the bear tribe, and he wants to bring them back as soon as possible.
Although the power of the old gods is divided into strong and weak, Volibear's strength is undoubtedly at the top.
Sejuani stood up slowly, her movements a little heavy, as if she was carrying the burden of the entire tribe.
She walked to the door of the tent and looked at Udyr's back in the distance, disappearing into the white world.
After a while.
Sejuani took a deep breath, feeling the cold air stimulating her lungs.
Humph! Hum! Hum!
A low thumping sound of a pig's snout sounded near the tent, breaking the silence around it.
Sejuani turned sideways and looked at Steel Mane, who was staggering over.
His companions seemed to be aware of the danger coming.
She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Steelmane's hair to soothe it.
Immediately afterwards, Sejuani glanced at the surrounding tribal warriors and blood alliance leaders.
"Everyone listens to the order. We must migrate away before the sun sets and go to the ice fields in the west."
With Sejuani's order, the Winter's Claw tribe and The blood alliance quickly became busy.
They were either packing their bags to make sure no one missed anything essential, or wiping their weapons in case there was a fight.
Although winter migration is full of unknowns and dangers, they have no worries and move skillfully and orderly without any confusion or hesitation.
Because they believe that the great war mother Sejuani will guide them to overcome all difficulties and create a glorious future for them.
Time passes.
The noise and shouts in the ice and snow valley continued for a long time.
The members of the Winter's Claw tribe and the people of the Blood Alliance who gathered nearby have almost finished gathering. Sejuani stood high, overlooking her people, her eyes shining with determination.
“Everyone, we are about to embark on a difficult road, but I believe in your courage and strength.”
“Now, let’s set off!”
Sejuani's voice spread throughout the valley, inspiring the morale of every warrior.
Then, everyone let out deafening shouts, sang hymns, and embarked on their own journey.
In the north of the Freljord, a dormant volcano stands tall, its body covered with numerous scars left by eruptions in ancient times.
These mottled traces reflect the volcano’s former glory and silence.
At the foot of the volcano, many wooden houses are scattered in an orderly manner, forming an unknown village.
This place is no different from other ice fields and frozen soil. Although it is covered with ice and snow, the temperature is not too cold, as if it is the warm embrace given to this land by nature.
"I have never seen this forgotten god."
In the house in the center of the village, an orange bonfire dispersed the cold and illuminated the children clustered together.
They gathered around an old and friendly man, listening attentively as he told stories about gods.
“My grandmother told me these stories, but from what she said, it seems that she has never seen this lost god.”
“Even her grandmother, Grandma’s grandma has counted it a thousand times, but no one has seen it.”
"People only occasionally tell his legend over a crackling fire and a dinner of grilled fish."
"If we trace our ancestors further back, these legends may become true. Get up.”
The old man’s voice was low and mysterious, describing the ancient story of the Freljord Icefield.
The curious faces of the children were raised slightly, and the firelight flickered on their cheeks.
“God is all around us, in the sky, in the earth, behind the veil of the stars.”
"We just need to follow their preferences and incorporate their existence into our hearts, words and deeds."
"For example, at sea, your eyeballs will be frozen into stones."
"Yes, it's so cold!" The old man's voice was a little bit evil, causing the children to exclaim.
“If the sailors dare to rub the fat on their faces and think about the Seal Sister, oh, no one remembers her real name.”
“Then what about these sailors? The eyes and face will not be frozen by the cold sea breeze.”
"There are also some gods, such as Volibear, who masters thunder and destruction."
"They are unwilling to let their legends dissipate easily, so they are still wandering on the ice sheet and frozen soil."
>"He asked people to sacrifice themselves and forced them to obey him. The bear people are all like this."
The children have all heard the stories of those evil half-bears, and they were so scared that they huddled together, and then Move closer to the fire.
“Ah, we can talk about that bear-skin-clad Stormbringer later. It’s better to say less about him.”
The old man looked at the child's movements, a smile flashing in his eyes.
As my grandmother said, as long as they are near the light of the fire, they will obey you.
"And now, the story I want to tell is about the first birth of the gods"
"Is it Ornn?"
A curious voice suddenly came from outside the house door, Attract the old man's attention.
He saw a girl wearing a thick, soft white robe, leaning against the door.
The magical girl wears an exquisite blue magic hat, holds a cane embedded with blue gems, and wears high boots made of fine leather.
A magician with extraordinary status!
The first time the old man saw Allura, he could tell that her identity was not simple.
"Yes, the legendary first god born in the Freljord, under the crown of Ornn." The old man motioned for Allura to come over and listen together.
Allura nodded slightly and walked gracefully to sit among the children.
She opened her backpack, took out some berries picked on the road, and distributed them to the children in front of the campfire.
The children all shouted, thanking Allura for her generosity.
The old man also showed a friendly and humble smile to Allura and continued to tell the story.
“Did you know that it never snowed in the Freljord?”
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."
Alura listened to the story quietly. After she left Udyr, she searched for the legendary Gods——
Mountain Hidden Flame·Onn!
She walked through the vast ice and snow, studying the relics left by the furnace family, hoping to learn about Ornn's whereabouts through his followers.
After unremitting research, she came to this silent volcano and entered the village.
The children listened to the stories and ate the delicious berries. They soon became tired and huddled around the campfire.
The old man began to send these children back home one by one.
Although the village is not too wealthy, it is not the Winter's Claw tribe after all, and there are many tribesmen living in the village.
When the old man finished his work, Allura put her chin in her hand and asked.
"Are these stories true?"
"As long as we believe it, the stories are true." The old man did not answer directly, but looked at Allura with burning eyes.
"Your Majesty the Extraordinary One, why did you come to the village? This place is very barren."
"I'm here to look for traces of Ornn." Allura said bluntly.
"Your Majesty, the great Orn?" The old man was silent, lowered his head and began to gather firewood and start a bonfire.
The Flame of Mountain Hidden has been responding to the voices of believers for too long. Even the former Lu family does not know where this great god is.
After waiting for no answer, Alola stood up, saluted the old man, and walked out of the village towards the top of the silent volcano.
When she was just telling the story, she noticed a vague energy fluctuation that filled the house through the flames.
The mountain road is rugged and covered with ice and snow.
Alora crossed the obstacles with light steps and reached the top of the volcano.
Snow covers the steep cliffs, and occasionally exposed crimson rocks can be seen.
Alora looked around, without stopping too much, and continued deeper along the crater, 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 us remained.
(End of this chapter)