Twin Cities: I am the man of many myths

Chapter 218 Valhal!

"return!"

Upon seeing that Rick was leading a group of people to leave, Aatrox immediately let out a roar.

"You bug, where do you think you're going? Come back here right now!" Aatrox's massive body vanished from its spot and reappeared behind Rick the next moment, slamming his greatsword down on Rick and the troops around him.

After Rick was about to leave, Aatrox panicked for the first time. Anger was written all over his face. His mouth was wide open, revealing his sharp teeth. His white, sharp canines pierced his lower lip. He looked extremely anxious.

What a joke!
He had had enough of the dark, dreary days, enough of the pain, the oppression, the inability to breathe, the feeling of his blood pressure rising, the tightness in his chest, and the inability to feel his limbs in the frozen darkness of Freljord.

Recalling those past events, anger clouded his mind, making it difficult for him to think.

dark,

He won't forget, he'll definitely remember—

He did indeed lose that battle; the Darkin were like sharp swords piercing through the army of mortals.

He rushed into the crowd and drank blood. He knew he shouldn't have done that; he should have protected these people. But he couldn't resist the temptation to drink blood. The voices swirling in his mind were bewitching him.

His rationality collapsed, and he stained the desert crimson with blood. He forged a new body from the remains of human flesh and blood, creating an image closer to his original form, as if to prove his past glory.

Hysterically craving more flesh and blood, yearning to reclaim even the faintest remnant of their former selves. But all failed. That day, flames raged, a comet struck the earth, quicksand flowed and surged like raging waves, the sun set, the city collapsed and sank into the underground world, everything returned to darkness, and finally, silence returned.

How much time has passed since then?

Aatrox didn't know, but he did know that he had lost track of time in his cage. Even someone as proud as him slowly became lost in time, painfully beginning to yearn, even to weep, like a humble insect begging in the darkness for mortals to find him.

It wasn't until recently that he broke through the ground, and the first thing Aatrox did after emerging was to find a body that could perfectly accommodate him. He didn't want to fall back into the dark and hopeless days, and he was willing to do anything for it.

He slaughtered everyone in the entire town, drinking blood alone in the city, but all he gained was a distorted imitation of past glories. The bodies of these weaklings couldn't help him find his true self; he needed a stronger, more perfect, more suited mortal.
Only in that way can he rediscover the symbol that once belonged to light and reason, justice and protection.

As a result, Aatrox gradually began to face reality. He had once protected this world in the most magnificent wars, but now, this stolen body, made of blood and corpses, was constantly dissolving, weakening, and filled with pus, blood, and putrefaction. Muscles and bones were colliding and tearing, protesting against Aatrox. They were telling him that he was now a freak.

He accepted it all calmly, so he will never stop again.

He will keep moving forward, bringing his own pain to the world, until final annihilation arrives.
And now, he's found it!

The black-haired man in front of him was clearly just an ordinary person, but his physical abilities surpassed those of any human Aatrox had ever seen. Such a body was sure to be the perfect host for him!

"Come back, bug! Don't run away!"

When Rick turned around, he saw Udyr already standing below Aatrox.

With his long black hair flying wildly, Udyr's broad, stout body stood in front of Aatrox, like an insect blocking a mammoth. The next moment, Udyr stretched out his hands, and red light condensed on them. A gigantic phantom appeared behind Udyr.

"Beast Spirit Power!"

With a low growl from Udyr, his two fleshy hands transformed into ram horns, which thrust upwards to withstand Aatrox's enormous arm.

That is the power of the god of lava forging.

It is also the beast spirit power that Udyr often uses.

He currently wields the power of three demigod spirits: Ornn, the god of lava forging; Teebal, the god of wild destruction; and Anivia, the god of glaciers. If Sejuani and the Ursa truly cooperate, then Udyr will be able to get close to the Ursa and thus gain control of the power of the storm and thunder god.

However, it now seems that Udyr believes he can no longer control Volibear's power, as the two are about to become mortal enemies.

"Go, the Claws of Winter need you now."

"Leave this to me."

Udir said loudly.

Upon hearing this, Sejuani took a deep breath and pulled hard on the reins. Her Bristleback reared up, and Sejuani immediately shouted, "Udyr, you must come back to me alive! This is the War Mother's order, do you hear me?!"

Udyr nodded, his eyes full of confidence.

"Don't worry, Sejuani, Udyr won't lose to Aatrox." Rick reached out and patted Sejuani's leg to reassure her.

Udyr certainly wouldn't lose to Aatrox in this form. If it were the Aatrox from his time fighting Pantheon, Udyr might not be able to beat him and would have to run away. But this Aatrox, who even Lee could touch, is definitely no match for Udyr.

No matter what, Udyr is still a powerful demigod, even if his power is borrowed!
“Li Ke, Lady Lissandra has already set off after receiving the news, but she asked me to tell you something.” Fura suddenly appeared beside Li Ke, the wound on her palm had healed, and she held the True Ice Dagger in one hand. She said coldly to Li Ke, “You must call a demigod to help you in this battle, otherwise Lady Lissandra will no longer care about this matter.”

Fura continued earnestly, "Lady Lissandra said that she is not afraid of Volibear, but she will not allow this matter to lead to a mutually destructive conflict with Volibear. You must send a demigod to assist you in the battle."

"Otherwise, she would ignore this matter, because the life or death of Winter's Claw and Avarosa are none of her concern. Lissandra said that as long as you are alive, she will keep you safe."

As Fura spoke, her eyes looked at Rick with a strange expression, because this was the first time Lady Lissandra cared so much about a human.

This made Fura feel a little jealous, because even she didn't hold such a place in Lady Lissandra's heart.

Li Ke paused upon hearing this, while Aisha, who was not far from Li Ke, gritted her teeth upon hearing it.

She had always thought that the Avarosan clan was the most powerful, but now, seeing this, Ashe realized that she was weak, and the Avarosan clan was weak too!

Avaros has the largest population and the largest land in Freljord, but its clans lack powerful warriors like Udyr and Fura.

Ashe was shocked by Udyr's ability to hold off Aatrox alone. If... if Sejuani had let Udyr come out during her fight with Avarossa, would Avarossa have been able to withstand Winter's Claw?

Unstoppable
Look, Udyr has taken Aatrox a kilometer away. Wherever they go, everything collapses. The forest is neatly cut like wheat cut by a sickle. The Ice Needle Forest, which has existed in Freljord for thousands of years, now has a large clearing!
Therefore, Ashe made up her mind that after this incident, she would definitely find a powerful tribesman for Avarosa.

Otherwise, even within the league, Avarosa will gradually lose his voice.

“I understand. Let Lissandra go first,” Rick said to Fura.

Fura shook her head. "The blood pact has been broken. I can't contact Lady Lissandra right now."

Rick nodded, then looked at Sejuani and said seriously, "I'll go ahead. You're too slow. By the time you bring your men back to the base, it will be dawn."

“But this place is too far from our base.” Sejuani wanted to say that it was too far, and asked Rick how he planned to get there.

But Rick interrupted Sejuani, patting his chest and laughing, "Don't worry, I have a way. I'm very fast."

"As for Volibear, don't worry about him. Who the hell doesn't have a few powerful friends?" "By the way, Fura, I need to ask you a favor."

Fula looked at Rick and nodded: "Please speak."

Because of Lady Lissandra's attitude, Fura now regards Rick as a member of the Frostguard clan.

Perhaps this guy will become her superior in the future. Moreover, Li Ke himself is very powerful. If they were to fight, Fura doesn't think she would have the upper hand. She respects the strong, so she will naturally respect Li Ke as well.

“Take good care of her for me.” Rick looked at Jinx.

"What? Can't I come along?" Jinx was displeased, staring at Rick with wide eyes, her small face under the hood full of displeasure.

“This won’t do, Jinx. This time the trouble is a bit bigger,” Rick said to Jinx.

"Would you let Janna come with you?" Jinx asked immediately.

However, despite asking the question, Jinx wasn't actually worried about Lee's safety. After all, even if Janna wasn't around, there was still a powerful fox spirit, wasn't there?
"Yes, I've already contacted Janna."

After finishing speaking, Li Ke took a deep breath and looked in the direction of Udyr and Aatrox.

Facing Aatrox's greatsword, the goat phantom behind Udyr transformed into a boar phantom, its green shield spanning several tens of meters, blocking Aatrox's attack and protecting the humans who were still on the battlefield.

Seeing that Udyr could suppress Aatrox, Rick no longer hesitated.

"I'll go first!"

After saying that, Li Ke lightly touched the ground with his toes, and wind elements surrounded him. Li Ke lightly stepped on the snow, and in the next instant, he had already floated dozens of meters away.

"That was fast," Fura said, somewhat stunned.

She thought she was faster than Li Ke.
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The Frozen Sea connects with several other seas in Runeterra. To the west lies the Conqueror's Sea of ​​Demacia, and to the east lies the Watcher's Sea of ​​Ionia.

In the winter, the frozen sea is covered with a thick layer of ice. The ice is so thick that fishing and hunting are impossible, as breaking through it by boat is extremely difficult. As a result, the natural ice forms bridges that allow bear-men to roam freely in winter.

At that moment, dark clouds surrounded Bearman Mountain, accompanied by the rumble of thunder, and the roars of the bearmen echoed from the mountain.

"Valhar! Valhar!"

The bear-man priest brandished his staff, which was surrounded by lightning. He knelt humbly on the ground, his eyes filled with tears as he looked up at the mountaintop.

The bear spirits roared; their loyal ancient god had finally awakened!

Hundreds of bear-man warriors also knelt on the altar, looking up at the mountaintop with fervor.

The bear-man priest then shouted, "Valhar, we kill in your name, we die in your name!"

"Great Valhal, give the order! Fight! Lead us into battle! Rise up for the revival of Freljord!"

"Valhal, the ancient path has been forgotten by the world. We need you, the ancient path needs you, Freljord needs you!"

“Freljord has changed. We don’t want this Freljord. Humans have hidden behind stone walls, no longer facing the harsh trials of nature! Farmers cultivate the ice plains, build pastures and raise livestock; they no longer gather or hunt! They have forgotten you, forgotten the real Freljord. They have imprisoned the great river in dams, not allowing it to flow freely!”

"Valhar, please give us your orders!"

"us."

"Roar!"

"Boom!!!"

Thunder roared across the sky, interrupting the bear-man's priestly prayers. The figure of a savage ancient beast appeared on the mountaintop. It stood proudly atop the mountain, its hundred-meter-tall body covered with various scars—scars from knives, spears, axes, hammers, fire, ice, and so on. Not a single intact wound was visible on its fur.

The huge, hairy arms were raised high, and an ancient voice echoed across Bearman Mountain.

That is the oldest language. In that era, Freljord was not called Freljord, but Volrigard. And now, that language is spoken again.

“Vol kau fera!”

The ancient language fueled the frenzy of the bear people, and then it became younger, evolving into the language of the Freljord.

Xiong Ling lowered his eyes, his eyes flashing with lightning, and looked at his people. As he opened his huge mouth, he spat out thunderclouds and lightning.

"Fight or die!"

The long-awaited blood and battle awakened him. Even though his injuries had not healed, he still woke up because the battle restored his confidence in Freljord.

It was as if he saw hope in that woman named Winter's Claw, Sejuani.

He swung his large hand forward, and after thousands of years, he would once again wage war in Freljord!
Although he defeated one of the three sisters, and beat her in front of all her men, and gouged out one of her eyes, the three sisters ultimately won the war.

Anivia and several other deities favored the three sisters, and Orn refused to side with him; he lost.

But what about now?
The era that belonged to the three sisters is over!

"Born into the wild! Hunting! Slaughtering! Follow the ancient path, and the ancient path will bring you blessings!"

Savoring the awe and worship of the bear people,
Xiong Ling issued a declaration of war.

"My followers, let us once again lead Freljord onto the ancient path!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunder roared.

All the bear-men on Bearman Mountain let out a ferocious roar.

"Kill them all!"

Wilderness is about to sweep across Freljord!

(End of this chapter)