Runeterra: I actually know a little bit about everything

Perhaps due to the properties of the cosmic iron, the blade is as mysterious as the starry universe, and it often flashes with blue and red light.

[A creation of Ornn, the god of fire and forging!]

Rank: Low-tier Mythical!

Special Note: This special weapon was forged by Ornn, the god of fire and forging, using cosmic iron and many other precious materials. Due to the fusion of Ornn's Primordial Flame and Anivia's True Ice power, its grade has been advanced!

"!!!"

Zuo Chi's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at the information returned by the weapon identification system in front of him.

He originally thought that if high-level legendary materials could be used to forge weapons of the same level, that would be an incredible stroke of luck.

Who would have thought it would be a mythical achievement!

Throughout Runeterra, the only weapons Zuo Chi knows of that might reach Mythic rank are perhaps those wielded by the Protoss on Mount Targon.

After all, those weapons originated from outer space and were crafted by the Titans for the Protoss human hosts; they were inherited weapons.

And now, there is such a weapon right in front of him!

"Zuo Chi, I have successfully completed my mission."

At that moment, Orn's voice, filled with relief and joy, rang out as he examined the weapon in his hand.

Ornn had to admit that the weapon in his hand was still the best among all his creations.

As a blacksmith, he also felt a great sense of satisfaction in being able to forge such a weapon.

The next instant, the power of flames lifted Zuo Chi's longsword and brought it to him, and Zuo Chi reached out and grasped it in his hand.

The instant his palm touched the hilt of the longsword, he felt an extremely powerful and mysterious force surge into his body, and the power within him was also interacting with the longsword in his hand.

Staring at the blade of the longsword, Zuo Chi felt as if he were gazing at the deep starry sky.

Shifting his gaze from the longsword, Zuo Chi looked at Orn beside him.

"Oun, thank you."

“That’s also my wish,” Orn said softly. “I also want to thank you for providing me with such precious materials.”

Zuo Chi looked at the extra lump of cosmic iron in the furnace beside him and said to Orn in a sincere tone:

"Orn, the rest should be enough to forge a weapon. If you don't mind, please accept it."

Zuo Chi looked at the hammer in Orn's hand and teased him, "You can use them to strengthen the hammer in your hand."

Zuo Chi remembered that Orn had named the hammer in his hand: Hammer.

Orn looked at Zuo Chi, then at the remaining cosmic iron in the furnace. He had to admit that the remaining cosmic iron was more than enough to forge a weapon, since Zuo Chi's longsword had only used about half of the cosmic iron.

Finally, Orn nodded slightly to Zuo Chi: "Then I'll accept it, thank you."

Anivia stood on Ornn's ram's horns, watching the two large, polite men with a friendly smile. She teased them softly:

"If you two really appreciate each other that much, then you should spend more time together. You're both people who have a lot of free time anyway."

“Perfect timing, Anivia.”

Orn suddenly said, "While you're still here, I'll use up the rest of the materials."

Anivia: "???"

You're using me as a tool again, aren't you!

Now you remember me, no need for Sister Seal anymore!

For ordinary forging, Ornn always liked to ask his other sister to help him quench the steel.

After all, ordinary forging does not require the cooling effect of pure ice; seawater is sufficient.

The demigod seal nun's ability is precisely to manipulate seawater, which would make her another tempering machine for Ornn.

West of Freljord, in the Claw of Winter.

"Sejuani, we've already found out everything."

Sejuani's tent was opened, and Olaf came to Sejuani's side.

Olaf took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The bear-men will be heading to the monster ranch in the next few days, and Volibear will definitely go with them, as is the custom every winter."

Sejuani looked at Olaf, her tone extremely serious: "Is the news true?"

Olaf paused for a moment, then nodded: "I questioned many Frost Priests and sent people to investigate near the Monster Ranch before returning to report to you."

Seemingly feeling that this method was unreliable, Olaf added, "Sejuani, does something like the Great King really exist? Maybe it's just a legend."

“Then how do you explain the shaman?” Sejuani asked in a deep voice.

Olaf knew that the shaman Sejuani mentioned was the old man who hadn't lost any weight even after months of starvation, and that the news about the Great King had come from him.

"Perhaps..." Olaf hesitated, "Perhaps it's just rumors and misinformation."

"Olaf".

Sejuani's tone was extremely grave: "We must take advantage of the remaining supplies and find as much food as possible, otherwise, once the supplies are truly exhausted, everything will be over."

"If the investigation is true, and the Bearmen and Volibear are indeed heading to Monster Ranch during this period, then this is our only chance to obtain the Great King!"

Whether to persuade Olaf or herself, Sejuani looked towards the encampment outside the tent and said softly:

"Even without the Great King, as long as Volibear isn't in the bear-man territory, I can still escape successfully. And if there really is one, then Winter's Claw will never have to worry about food again."

There's no risk involved.

Chapter 122 A Deception! Udyr, the Demigod!

Several days passed in the blink of an eye, and Olaf once again came to Sejuani's tent.

Olaf knew that once Sejuani made a decision, she would definitely carry it out, and this was no exception now.

In order to help everyone in Winter's Claw survive the winter, Sejuani will definitely go to Volibear's territory to steal a giant dog!

After considering it for the past few days, he has made his choice.

Just as Olaf had expected, Sejuani was now fully prepared.

Olaf drew back the tent flap and stood before Sejuani:

"Sejuani, should I go and fetch Lord Udyr?"

"No."

Sejuani shook her head, her eyes filled with determination:

"Udyr is probably at a crucial moment in his power-building phase right now, so let's not disturb him. The fewer people involved in this kind of operation, the lower the chance of it being exposed, so I'll go by myself."

"And what about me, Sejuani? You should take me with you!"

Olaf's tone was very resolute, his hands gripping the handles of his double-bladed axes tightly.

“Olaf, this operation is very dangerous. If we’re not careful, it will be all over!” Sejuani said in a deep voice.

"But that's exactly what you promised me! And that's why I became your warrior!"

Olaf met Sejuani's gaze without flinching: "Do you think I'm afraid of death? That's exactly what I'm after!"

Olaf was originally from the northwesternmost part of Freljord, on an island called Lokfa, one of the wildest regions in the entire Freljord.

There, rage is the only flame that can warm a frozen body, and fighting is the only way to keep the blood flowing. There, nothing is worse than growing old, becoming weak, and being forgotten.

Olaf was once a warrior of Lokfar, and even in Lokfar, known for its ferocity, Olaf was still an extremely powerful warrior.

One evening, as he and his people were boasting in the ashes of a village that had just been razed, an older warrior grew tired of Olaf's bragging.

The veteran used reverse psychology to get Olaf to consult a fortune teller to see if his fate matched his current self-importance.

Olaf went there full of confidence.

However, the divination results made Olaf the laughingstock of the entire village.

The divination indicated that Olaf would live a long and uneventful life, eventually dying happily.

Olaf could not accept the result of the divination. After all, he was a powerful warrior known for his fighting spirit and rage. However, his final fate was not to die gloriously in battle, but to sit in his tent with a fat belly, waiting to die of old age!

From then on, Olaf began his suicidal journey, challenging various powerful monsters and engaging in close combat with countless strong individuals, all in the hope of dying in a glorious battle.

The result, however, was something Olaf simply couldn't accept.

No matter what kind of powerful opponent he challenges, whenever Olaf is on the verge of death, the powerful physique granted to him by his Frostblood and the special berserk attribute hidden within his bloodline will cause him to lose his mind and kill his opponent in a berserk state.

By the time Olaf regained his senses, he had already won, and he didn't even know how he had won.

He even once single-handedly killed the Frost Serpent that was wreaking havoc in the area.

Ultimately, in pursuit of a glorious death, Olaf chose to leave the village and challenge the Winter's Claws, the most powerful warband in the western Freljord.

It was here that he lost to Sejuani.

Just as Olaf was preparing to accept his death, Sejuani reached out her hand to him.

"This is no honorable battle. From now on, I will find you the most glorious way to die, I promise!"

Sejuani promised Olaf that she would find him the glorious death he craved, in exchange for him becoming her warrior.