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Chapter 97 The Strange Newcomer

This banquet is very grand, partly to entertain the Demacians, and partly because the tribe is expanding rapidly and many people have just joined the tribe, so this will be their first major event in the tribe.

Winter's Claw has also become quite extravagant. Instead of drinking freely in the open air, they've set up large tents with felt to shield themselves from the wind and snow.

This doesn't seem like something from Freljord; it looks like it was traded from the Noxians.

The food has also been completely revamped. Meat soup is now just a side dish, and there are all kinds of roasted and smoked meats. Even the pastries that I had seen with the Nutai people before have appeared.

It is said that during the time when Helen was away, the Nutai people came again, and after purchasing the burning agent, they generously left behind the recipe for the desserts without even taking any money.

The wine was no longer diluted mead, but rather fine wine brewed by Herren, many of which were already ready to be opened.

Of course, these were hardly a feast for the Demacian Vanguard members, who were all from privileged backgrounds in their own countries. They were more concerned about something else.

Those who could sit in the same tent as them were naturally the tribe's top warriors; Winter's Claw still prioritized strength above all else.

To their astonishment, warriors like Herren, shirtless and unfazed by the cold, managed to keep the entire tent completely airtight.

Good heavens, are all the people of Freljord this fierce?

Moreover, judging from Herren's words, these people might all become their "trainees" in the future.

hiss----

The fearless young pioneers all straightened their faces, quietly downed a large cup of flammable liquid, stopped shaking their legs, and abandoned their blankets, striving to uphold the honor of being elite soldiers.

Fiona is also in a difficult situation, as she has encountered a powerful female warrior from the Claws of Winter.

She wouldn't be as unwelcome as she was in Demacia; the women here are warm and welcoming, though they're all rather robust.

On the contrary, they were very curious to see Fiona, a woman with fair skin and a slender figure, sitting among the warriors, and people would often come up to her to offer their concern.

Who let this child starve like this?

Fiona: ————

Soon, the Demacians met the War Mother that Heron had spoken of.

In comparison, Sejuani's appearance is indeed the pinnacle of the Winter's Claw, and her figure is just right, strong and agile, without excessive muscle buildup, which fits the Demacian aesthetic very well.

The scar across her nose on her beautiful face only added to the warrior's majesty. Sejuani, in a good mood, also had a smile on her lips. The Demacians had a very good first impression of this warrior.

As the representative of the guests, Zhao Xin was naturally arranged to sit next to Sejuani. Looking at this excessively young female leader, Zhao Xin dared not show any disrespect and adopted the same attitude he would have shown towards Jarvan III, answering questions politely and fluently.

Fiona couldn't help but glance at Sejuani a few more times. As a fellow strong-willed "independent woman," she was captivated by Sejuani, who sat calmly at the head of the table, issuing orders to the people below and controlling the overall situation. Fiona was radiant with awe.

A good wife should be like this —

As for Harren, he originally did not want to attend the banquet and wanted to go back to blacksmithing as usual, but he was caught red-handed by Sejuani and had no choice but to sit in the seat as well.

However, he only wanted to eat and drink, so he didn't sit with Sejuani and listen to her and Xin Zhao exchanging pleasantries. Instead, he sat with the warriors.

One has to admire how quickly Sejuani has grown. Not long ago, she was willing to steal someone's coffin money at the slightest disagreement, but now she can confidently converse with a foreign envoy like Xin Zhao without showing any fear.

Heron watched Sejuani for a while, figuring that nothing would go wrong, and then went back to drinking his wine in peace.

Those sitting here are all elite warriors of the Winter's Claw. Those he can name, like Urkas and Olaf, are all sitting here. As for the others whose names he doesn't know, he's become a familiar face to them.

But there was only one person, and Herren had no recollection of him no matter how he looked at him.

A burly man with flowing long hair and a meticulously groomed stubble sat upright next to Herren.

Herren could tell he was a little reserved, his back was ramrod straight, and his hands were unconsciously rubbing against his knees, making him seem somewhat nervous.

"Hey buddy, don't you drink?"

"Hmm? Oh, of course I'll drink it—"

The man seemed to know Herren, or at least had heard of him. He became noticeably more nervous when Herren struck up a conversation.

He reached for the cup, and like a robot on a command, obediently took a sip, then put it down.

"—Want another sip?"

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The man paused for a moment, but still obediently picked up the cup and took another sip.

"Hey! You're really interesting!"

This amusing appearance immediately made Herren laugh.

"Dude, are you new here? I've never seen you before."

"Yes, I have just joined the tribe—but I have heard of you, Master Harren."

"oh----"

Upon hearing that someone is a newcomer, and yet they are sitting in this large tent, this person must be very capable, at least the kind that Sejuani would acknowledge.

With the intention of taking care of his younger brother, Herren warmly chatted with him.

"Don't be so reserved. The Winter's Claw is a very friendly tribe—at least for now, haha—by the way, what's your name?"

The man smiled somewhat awkwardly, then muttered his name.

"Tydamir————"

"Oh, Teda—"

???

Herren's smile froze instantly, and the wine glass in his hand trembled and fell to the ground.

His expression immediately turned to astonishment, as if he were looking at a ghost.

"Tryndamere?! You really are Tryndamere? No—what the hell are you doing here?"

Herren's exclamation startled many people, and many turned their attention to this place.

Meanwhile, Tryndamere, who was in the center of attention, was on tenterhooks.

Why is this old man reacting like this? — When did I offend him? No, I don't think so.

Tryndamere led his desperate people to a tribe that could provide food. He tried his best to act "docile," even though he had the nickname of a barbarian king.

After learning about the status of "Master Harren" sitting next to him in the tribe, Tryndamere had already inquired about him.

When he inquired, he was shocked to find out that Helen was indeed extraordinary. He was regarded by everyone as the number two figure in the Claws of Winter, second only to the War Mother—and many people even privately called him "War Father" because the War Mother had repeatedly stated publicly that she only wanted one blood alliance.

The choice of the Blood Alliance member—the War Mother—wasn't explicitly stated, but it was obvious to everyone with discerning eyes.

Tryndamere was under immense pressure. He had tried his best not to provoke this troublesome person, so how could this have happened?

Damn it—won't my people be driven out with me?

At this moment, Herren finally came to his senses, but his face was still full of confusion.

"Seriously, what are you doing at Winter's Claw? Shouldn't you be with Ashe?"

"Aish?"