Runeterra: I actually know a little bit about everything

"But the mother of war."

Sigra said indignantly, "The clothes that Demacia sent as tribute are extremely awkward, especially those shoes with very high heels and all sorts of strange silk stockings. They are completely unsuitable for us to wear when hunting or fighting. I really don't know what kind of delicate-skinned woman would wear those kinds of clothes."

However, Sigra soon noticed that as she spoke, the light in her mother's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Immediately afterwards, Ash grabbed Sigra's arm: "Ahem, Sigra, bring those clothes to my room, I need to take a look at them."

"???"

(Dear readers, there was a power outage during the day today, and the next chapter is a long one, so I won't be able to finish writing it today. I'll update more tomorrow to make up for it.)

Chapter 106 Zuo Chi, do you prefer Sejuani?

For the next day, Zuo Chi did not go out again, but stayed in the tent to wait for the martial arts tournament to begin.

Lei Ze had visited Zuo Chi before, and he wanted to ask Zuo Chi what his plans were for the future.

"Participate in the tournament, then go to Winter's Claw."

"Huh?" Upon hearing Zuo Chi's answer, Lei Ze's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Zuo Chi with a shocked expression.

Whether it was participating in the martial arts tournament or going to Winter's Claw, it was all beyond the comprehension of this old man.

"Zuo Chi, don't be impulsive! The participants in the martial arts tournament are the strongest warriors in Freljord, not ordinary people like us."

Zuo Chi chuckled and shook his head: "Just consider it a chance to see the difference between yourself and others. Maybe if I perform well, I can put in a good word for Aisha and get her to accept your tribe."

"This"

Lei Ze was silent for a moment, then took Zuo Chi's arm and said, "Zuo Chi, don't force it. Your safety must come first. Even if you fail, I will personally go to ask War Mother Aishe for help."

After trying to persuade Zuo Chi for a while, Lei Ze saw that he had no intention of giving up, so he had no choice but to leave after explaining the meeting place for the next day.

Zuo Chi looked at the old man who was still thinking of him even at this point and couldn't help but smile.

A day later, just as dawn was breaking, the Avarosa tribe came alive with activity.

Almost all the warriors who were going to participate in the tournament changed into their best clothes and headed towards the center of the Avarosa tribe, eager to fight.

They all come from different parts of Freljord and represent the tribes they belong to.

Today, everyone has only one goal: to defeat the challenger at all costs, and even if they can't win the match, they must show their best side.

Although it was a martial arts tournament, everyone understood that the ultimate goal of the tournament was to recruit blood allies for Warmother Ashe.

Ashe's wishes are the most important.

Even if they lose, if they perform exceptionally well and win Ashe's favor, they can still be the biggest winners!

Zuo Chi also stepped out of his tent and walked towards the center of the Avarosa tribe with Razer and the others.

Since yesterday, a towering arena has been erected there, with hundreds of seats below it.

In the biting cold wind, the rising sun struggled to pierce through the snow, casting its thin rays upon everyone.

When Zuo Chi and the others arrived at the foot of the arena, it was already crowded with people, and everyone's eyes were fixed on a wooden house where figures were moving about.

That is Warmother Ashe's room, and also the ultimate goal for everyone at this Blood Oath Conference.

"Squeak~"

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the room was slowly pushed open, and Ashe, wearing an ice-blue cloak, and her war priest appeared before everyone.

The moment Ashe appeared, the atmosphere in the arena instantly stirred up. People's eyes followed Ashe, and they all shouted Ashe's name.

Unlike yesterday, today Ashe changed out of her smart short skirt and put on a long dress in ice blue and white. Since she was no longer wearing a cloak, her white hair was flowing in the wind, making her skin look even whiter.

If yesterday's outfit was typical Freljord combat style, then today's style is more formal and elegant.

Ashe took her seat above the ring, her expression serious.

After all, she was the war mother of the tribe, and naturally she had to maintain the dignity befitting a war mother in front of her followers.

Slowly raising her hand and pressing down, the shouts in the crowd gradually subsided, and Aisha's gaze swept across the crowd.

Looking at the warriors with their burning eyes, Ashe felt immense pressure. These men represented their tribes, and if today's events were not handled properly, the Avarosan tribe would be doomed.

However, as Ashe recalled the figure that had entered her room the night before, her heart gradually calmed down.

That figure always gave Ashe a great sense of security; he would always appear when Ashe needed him and help her through difficult times.

However, just as Ashe's gaze swept across the crowd, searching for that figure, she discovered that the figure simply kept their head down and did not look in her direction.

She pursed her lips slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

Looking at the Frost Priestess beside her, Ashe said softly, "Let's begin."

Under the command of her own war mother, the Frost Priest, dressed in a fur shawl and holding a strange staff, raised her hands, and the staff began to shimmer with a faint, icy blue light.

"Great Goddess of Ice and Snow, Anivia, we follow your will and guidance, and pray that you will protect the Avarosa tribe forever."

The somber and distant frost ritual, after the usual prayer to the goddess of ice and snow, Anivia, went straight to the main topic.

"Warriors, please step onto the arena. There are no rules for today's tournament, but if victory is assured, you must not harm your opponent. The War Mother will watch your battles from start to finish and will select one of the best performers to be her blood ally."

The Frost Priest didn't say that the winner of the tournament would become Ashe's blood ally; instead, she said that Ashe would choose one from among those who performed exceptionally well.

In this way, the excitement of the battle will undoubtedly be elevated to another level.

However, although the Frost Priest didn't say it, everyone understood that only the strongest person was truly qualified to become Ashe's blood ally!

"start!"

As soon as the Frost Priest finished speaking, the atmosphere in the arena was completely ignited.

In the crowd, everyone gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes burning with fervor as they stared at the arena ahead.

"Since no one else is going, I'll go first!"

At that moment, a rough shout rang out from the crowd, and a figure leaped onto the arena.

He was a burly man with a bare upper body, wielding a large iron-ringed sword.

"I am Hayden of the Xueqing tribe, who dares to fight me!"

Hayden's gaze swept over the crowd below, the iron rings on his broadsword jingling.

Just as Hayden's voice faded, another figure leaped onto the ring.

And so, the martial arts tournament officially began.

Although these people do not possess the bloodline of ice and are not of the Iceborn race, they have managed to survive in the frigid Freljord and become the strongest warriors in their tribe. Each of them possesses an extremely strong physique and superb fighting skills.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of flesh colliding was dull yet soul-stirring; the battle on the arena was filled with a primal, bloody beauty.

Zuo Chi sat beside Lei Ze and his people. Unlike Lei Ze and the others who were constantly raising their arms and shouting, Zuo Chi simply looked calmly at the arena in front of him.

Although the battles on the arena are equally exciting, they still fail to stir much emotion in Zuo Chi, who has witnessed countless battles at the demigod level.

After what happened the day before yesterday, Zuo Chi no longer had a reason to stay in the Avarosa tribe. So, after helping Ashe resolve the Blood Alliance issue and unlock the skin system, he planned to head to Winter's Claw to find a way to help Sejuani fulfill her dream.

The territory of the Winter's Claw is located in the western part of Freljord, and the snowy mountains of Anivia, the goddess of ice and snow, are also located in the western part of Freljord.

Anivia, the goddess of ice and snow, governs the ice and snow of Freljord and the cycle of life and death, and has a relatively friendly attitude towards humans.

Zuo Chi had long heard of this Old God who was closest to humans in the entire Freljord. If Zuo Chi wanted to make contact with the Old Gods of Freljord, starting with Anivia would be a good choice.

The battle on the ring continued, and the atmosphere among the crowd grew increasingly intense.

One person knocks down the defending champion on the stage, but is soon defeated by the next challenger.

Soon, the battle entered its later stages, and as the strength of the participants increased, the fighting began to turn bloody.

The sounds of clashing swords rang out continuously, and one spectacular battle after another broke out. While people were enjoying the battles, their gazes would often turn to the War Mother Ashe above.

However, they soon discovered that Ashe simply stared indifferently at the ring, her face showing no sign of anything unusual from beginning to end.

In this way, they would no longer be able to discern from Ashe's changing expressions which warrior she had designs on.

As time went by, more and more blood was spilled on the ring.

Amidst the thick stench of blood, fewer warriors stepped onto the arena, but more were able to successfully defend their positions.

At that moment, Zuo Chi heard the shocked whispers among the crowd.

"Kavi of the Ice Crystal Tribe has already fought five rounds on the stage, and in each battle he has directly severed his opponent's arm, rendering him unable to fight!"

"There's something wrong with the knife in his hand; it seems to be a blessed magical artifact."

"This kind of thing is not common. Apart from the Holy Bow of the War Mother, I haven't seen many magical artifacts that can be used to fight enemies."

Slowly raising his head, Zuo Chi looked at the figure in the stands.

It was a man wielding a dark blue dagger and wearing iron armor. At this moment, the dagger in his hand cut through his opponent's spear and mercilessly pierced into his opponent's shoulder.

Anyone with eyes could see that his slash had rendered the man's arm unable to hold the weapon.

But at that moment, he suddenly slashed down with the dagger, severing the man's arm in the man's horrified gaze!

"Eh!!!"

The arm fell onto the ring with a dull thud, and the man clutched his severed arm, howling in pain, while Kavi maintained a sinister smile on his face.

When Zuo Chi saw the short knife in Kavi's hand, his brows furrowed slightly.