Twin Cities: I am the man of many myths

Chapter 216 Good evening, Aatrox.

Do you think we can really keep searching like this?

In the far north of Freljord, on a mountain range near the northern tundra, a young Avarosan warrior was crunching an energy bar in his mouth while using a telescope to scan his surroundings.

I must say, this thing is really useful. I got it from Zaun. Having it is like having a telescope. If we had this earlier, Avarosa wouldn't have needed so many people to set up borders. We could have just built two tall outposts and had people on them use telescopes to observe the surroundings.

Now, he's using a telescope to search for the mission assigned to him: to find a humanoid creature larger than a polar bear with bull horns.

"Stop talking nonsense. The War Mother has already arrived at the front line. If you slack off again and affect the War Mother, I won't let you off the hook." The middle-aged soldier next to him sneered.

"I wasn't slacking off, I'm just a little unaccustomed to it. I... I didn't expect we'd actually become allies with the Claws of Winter." The young warrior said softly, earning a glare from the older warrior. Seeing this, he quickly fell silent and looked into the distance.

A long column was seen marching through the forest. The young soldier squinted and saw the scene at the front.

The outsider, whom Ashe and Sejuani treated as honored guests, was riding a tall moose. Behind him was a blue-haired girl who was holding his waist. Her fluffy blue head was nodding slightly, as if she was sleeping.

Beside Mr. Rick were Sejuani and Ashe, one on each side, the two War Mothers seemingly communicating with Mr. Rick.

"Although Lissandra is unable to intervene, Fura and Lelna will help us, which is a good thing."

"According to Tryndamere, Aatrox was active in this area a few months ago. So I think there are only two possibilities now: either Aatrox is still in this area, or Aatrox has gone south."

"Specifically, we still need to see if there is any barbarian uprising nearby, and check the situation of the nearby clans."

In the forest, Li Ke whispered to the two war mothers beside him.

Ashe nodded and rode a white wolf. Some distance behind her, dressed as a ranger, was Tryndamere, also riding a wolf.

Sejuani, to Rick's left, spoke up: "Why can't she make a move? If she does, that Aatrox you mentioned wouldn't stand a chance against her, would he?"

“Hmm,” Rick thought after hearing Sejuani’s words.

For Ascended Ones, the Darkin do not become stronger, but weaker.

To be corrupted by the Void and become a Darkin is a curse.

Among them, Aatrox is the best of the weakened Ascended. He was one of the top kings during his Ascended period. Apart from the Ascended Queen Setaka, Aatrox can be considered the number one Ascended. It is known that there are rumors on the Internet that the designers said that Aatrox during his Ascended period could go toe-to-toe with Ornn.

As for the truth, whether the designer really said such a thing, Li Ke doesn't know, but at least Li Ke can deduce one thing from it, which is that, as netizens also know, Aatrox in his Darkin form is weaker, and at this time he is no match for Ornn.

As for why he became so much weaker after becoming a Darkin, it's because Aatrox wasn't proficient in blood magic and didn't have a good body or host, which greatly reduced his strength. But even so, he was still very powerful.

In this comparison, Lissandra might actually be able to defeat Aatrox.

As for why Lissandra didn't make a move...
“There’s no other way. If Lissandra makes a move, it will trigger a riot in Freljord,” Rick said after thinking for a moment.

Sejuani thought for a moment, opened her mouth, and hesitantly uttered a few words: "Is it because of Volibear?"

“Yes, Lissandra can’t make a move. If she does, Volibear will most likely come out.” Rick nodded, but after a moment, he gasped and gritted his teeth, saying, “But why do I feel like even if Lissandra doesn’t make a move, Volibear will still come out eventually?”

This isn't just Li Ke making things up.

Volibear is a warmonger. In the official character design, Volibear is a somewhat goofy, vain, warlike, and rigid demigod.

Needless to say, Volibear is very concerned about saving face. Because of human praise and faith, he helped humans kill many demigods and made great contributions to giving humans a place in the world. Moreover, it is clearly stated in the official records that Volibear liked humans to believe in him, praise him, and remember him.

It goes without saying that Volibear is warlike. Back in the Freljord, he was either fighting or on his way to fight.

Therefore, if the campaign against Aatrox becomes too large-scale, it would be quite normal for Volibear to step in.

Li Ke stroked his chin, but the thought that Lissandra would also be there made him feel much more at ease.

As he was thinking, Li Ke heard a noise.

After looking around, they discovered that two Avarosa scouts had come.

"War Mother!"

The two rushed to Aisha's side and greeted her respectfully.

"What did you find out?" Ashe nodded and asked softly.

One of the scouts quickly reported, "An hour ahead, we discovered a small, destroyed clan. Dozens of corpses were piled up in the central square. The situation is exactly as Lord Tryndamere described."

Behind Ashe, Tryndamere's breathing quickened, and he began to pant heavily.

Another scout added, "The bloodstains at the scene haven't changed color yet, and the blood squeezed between the bodies is still warm."

This sentence contains a lot of information.

Ashe looked at Rick with a serious expression: "It seems we didn't come to the wrong place. The Aatrox you mentioned is indeed still in Freljord, and nearby."

Li Ke nodded and said, "Bring your people back. Don't let them get scattered. I don't underestimate Avarossa and the warriors of Winter's Claw, but that guy is not someone you can handle."

Ashe and Sejuani both nodded.

Over the past two days, Rick told the two of them a lot about Aatrox. Even the proud Sejuani clearly understood Aatrox's power, and naturally she wouldn't risk the lives of her subordinates.

"Narrow down the search area and keep moving!"

Ashe raised her ice bow high and shouted.

"Yes!"

The Icestone Clan is a small clan with only a few decades of history. Despite its short history and small size, the Icestone Clan has managed to thrive in northern Freljord.

The reason is that the Ice Stone Clan possesses excellent fishing and hunting skills. They live near a glacier, and fish are their main food throughout the year. When the river freezes, they can use their ancestral techniques to fish and hunt on the ice.

This winter, the Icestone Clan had a good harvest.

Naya Beaver is a member of the Ice Stone Clan, and as the daughter of the clan's War Mother, Naya was designated as the clan's next War Mother when she was very young.

In winter, the ice on the glacier is as hard as iron. The Ice Stone Clan had prepared fish early and hung them on racks. In the extreme cold, there was no need to worry about the food spoiling. As a result, rows of fish were laid out, which made Naya smile.

"Naya, good afternoon!"

The elder man from the tribe greeted Naya with a happy smile on his face.

How could he not feel happy? The clans in the north suffered greatly from the persecution of the Winter's Claw, but the Ice Stone Clan, hidden in the forest and living with the frozen river, had no need to worry about the Winter's Claw.

Winter's Claw wouldn't come here; the place is too remote, and most importantly, there are no wolves or wild beasts around, making large-scale hunting impossible.

This is bad news for the Winter's Claw, but good news for the Icestone Clan, as the entire clan consists of only about thirty people. If there were wolves or wild beasts around, it would greatly threaten the clan's safety.

Therefore, the clan members had to praise their War Mother's wisdom, which enabled the Ice Stone Clan to survive well.

Naya smiled and nodded to the old man.

"Naya, will you be performing at the celebration tonight?"

"No way, I'm a little war mother," Naya replied, wrinkling her little nose.

She's only thirteen years old, and the elders in the tribe treat her like a child, but she longs to grow up quickly and become a true war mother, like her mother, Roldo the Beaver, a respected figure in the clan.

"why is it like this!"

"Hurry up and prepare the firewood, we're going to have a celebration tonight!" Naya said, blushing, when she heard the old man's wailing complaints.

She doesn't want to perform; the more she performs, the more people treat her like a child!
Hmph, she doesn't want that kind of life!

The clan was bustling with activity. As darkness fell and night approached, a huge bonfire was set up in the central square. The mother wandered through the clan, accompanied by the clan's warriors.

Eleven warriors, dressed in thick protective gear, followed behind Roldo, laughing heartily and engaging in friendly conversation with each member of their tribe.

"ignition!"

As the War Mother's voice faded, Naya, the Little War Mother, took a torch, stepped forward, and threw the torch into the woodpile.

"Boom!"

Flames spewed forth, the temperature soared, and under the warm, yellow light, the people of the Ice Stone Clan gathered together.

They skewered the fish, then approached the sandy area in front of the fire and arranged the skewered fish in a row around the fire, waiting for them to cook.

Naya sat down with a smile on her round face, leaning against her mother.

That year, the Ice Stone tribe survived the winter well; no one died in the winter, nor on the way to find food.

That's great!

Under the warm firelight, Naya, who had been busy all day, hugged her knees and couldn't help but doze off.

She seemed to be really falling asleep, but in her hazy state, Naya suddenly heard a noisy sound.

She groggily raised her head and looked toward the place where the support was being given, only to see that her mother had already led the soldiers there.

Naya yawned, but the next second, a gust of wind blew up the campfire, accompanied by a voice that was saying something incomprehensible.

He babbled out a string of words in a hoarse, unpleasant voice, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Run!"

A mother's scream rang out, "Take the elderly and children and run!"

Naya woke up instantly and stood up abruptly. Just as she stood up, a figure flew past her.

Roldo Beaver's tall body swept past Naya and crashed into a rock. He landed with a muffled groan. Naya looked over and saw that her mother's left arm had been severed, and a large amount of blood was flowing out and slowly moving towards a certain spot.

“Mother!” Naya shouted loudly.

"Run, Naya, run!" Naya was answered by her mother's roar. The warriors of the Ice Stone Clan rushed to a corner of the forest. The next moment, two warriors were split in two, and several others were also sent flying.

Upon seeing this, Naya's body began to tremble.

Is it a wild animal?

No. Even if the warriors of the Ice Stone Clan are not strong enough, and have not mastered the use of True Ice, and cannot become Iceborn, they are still valiant warriors.

They could fight bears and wolves; were they mammoths?
No, mammoths wouldn't appear in forests. They only appear high on ice fields!
With her teeth chattering, Naya saw a tall figure emerge from the forest.

The figure was taller than the trees, its body was pitch black and blood red, and its exposed body had no skin, with flesh flowing horribly. The blood of the warriors on the ground rushed towards the figure and climbed up its body, making it appear even larger.

"#@￥&%"

The devil's voice rang out, and a gigantic figure emerged from the forest.

Naya's gaze gradually glazed over as she stared blankly at the figure, which was over four meters tall and wielded a dark giant sword as large as a small hill. The figure looked like a human, but possessed a pair of curved horns like a demon.

He walked step by step toward Roldo's position, his evil eyes filled with the predatory gaze of a hunter eyeing its prey.

"Evil, demon! Demon!" Naya snapped out of her daze, looked at the monster that was walking towards her mother, and then she quickly scrambled towards her mother.

"Run, Naya, don't come any closer!" Roldoo cried out in alarm when he saw Naya's movements.

"No, Mother, let's go together, let's go together!" Naya shouted.

Compared to that enormous figure, Naya looked like a tiny insect. She ran to her mother's side and tried her best to help her up and leave with her.

But she was powerless to help. Her mother had lost all her strength. A sliver of ice magic kept her from bleeding to death, but moving was out of the question.

The monster also saw Naya. It glanced at her, then raised its greatsword and slammed it down heavily towards Naya and Lordo.

"@#@￥@"

Beneath his garbled voice, his wicked eyes were filled with disdain and cruelty.

"Go!"

Rodor used the last bit of strength in his body to try to push Naya away, and Naya was indeed pushed away, but then Naya got up again, stood in front of Rodor, closed her eyes and opened her arms.

"No!" Roldo cried out in anguish.

Naya trembled as she faced death.

The entire Icefield Clan was thrown into chaos. Amidst screams of agony, the clan, which had been peaceful during the day, now resembled a living hell.

But just as the monster's giant sword was about to strike Naya's head and crush her into a pulp, three beams of light suddenly flashed and emerged from another corner of the forest.

Two blue beams of light, and one green beam of light.

In an instant, a green light appeared in front of Naya.

"when!"

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, a fierce wind arose, and a broadsword gleaming with green light was shattered by a dark greatsword. The green figure flew backward, and another sword appeared in his hand.

With one hand gripping the sword, he thrust it downwards towards the ground, the longsword splitting the frozen earth and leaving long marks, while his other hand protected the large and small war mothers of the Ice Stone Clan.

"call out!"

Blue magical ice crystal arrows flew in, accompanied by shackles, and struck the horned monster heavily. A blue hue appeared on its body, and shards of ice covered it, causing it to take two steps back. But then, its body shuddered, and the ice shattered.

"@#@￥!" A look of surprise flashed in the giant monster's eyes as it looked at the figure protecting Roldo and her daughter. The next moment, that surprise turned into fanaticism.

His black hair was covered in dew and frost, and Li Ke's right hand trembled as he flicked his wrist. He tilted his head to look at the monster in front of him.

"What are you mumbling about?"

Li Ke steadied himself and gently shook his longsword: "Good evening, Aatrox."

(End of this chapter)