Legends of Runeterra

Pots of piping hot, fragrant stew were served on the long table for everyone present to enjoy.

As for alcohol, even though Olaf keeps shouting about drinking every day and it seems that alcohol is easy to get, the prerequisite is that he is a famous warrior.

For ordinary Freljordians, or even ordinary tribes, alcohol brewed from grain is definitely a "luxury item".

Therefore, the "drinks" at ordinary seats are made from a bottle of liquor mixed with a large bucket of water.

Of course, there is no question about whether doing this will cause alcohol poisoning or something. At least, this has never happened since I started doing this.

The Freljord's harsh cold is too harsh for the weak to survive.

The seats at Li En's side were different. Although there was not enough alcohol for everyone to drink as much as they wanted, each table could still get a few bottles.

The atmosphere of the banquet continued to rise as the War Mother Ashe, who was sitting at the host seat, raised her glass high to greet everyone in the venue, making the atmosphere even more lively.

During this time, when Li En's eyes fell on the main seat, Ashe met his gaze sharply, and the two raised their glasses to each other and drank them all in one gulp.

...

After a hearty meal and a few drinks, the noisy venue quieted down a bit.

Ashe, who was sitting in the main seat, put down the ox horn wine glass and stood up from her seat holding the True Ice Longbow.

"Everyone!"

The cold voice echoed throughout the venue along with the Ice Magic. The slight chill lifted the spirits of the sleepy and drunk people. They all sat up and looked at everyone expectantly.

The 'Battle Festival' was not planned in secret. Rather, the gathering of so many warriors was the result of extensive publicity by the Avarosa tribe.

They had been waiting for a long time and couldn't wait to see the fight of blood and steel.

"Not long ago, after a unanimous discussion within the tribe, it was decided to hold a 'battle festival' on today's 'harvest day'.

Any warrior who is eager to prove himself can use this opportunity to show his strength and martial arts.

The warriors who are participating have been waiting in the preparation room for a long time. Now I hereby announce..."

As Ashe spoke, she raised the True Ice Longbow and slowly pulled the ice-blue bowstring, which was also made of the power of True Ice, with her right hand.

“Crack! Crack! Crack!”

A crystal clear, ice-blue arrow condensed and took shape.

The moment the arrow was formed, the temperature around the main seat dropped rapidly, and the blazing flames on the surrounding braziers also weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Staring at the huge, blazing brazier atop the thick logs of the arena, Ashe loosened her fingers.

"Shua~!"

Under the gaze of everyone, the ice-blue arrow drew a graceful arc and shot accurately towards the brazier.

"Bang~~!"

Ice and fire collided, and a deafening explosion echoed throughout the venue.

When the exploding ice mist dissipated, the completely frozen brazier appeared before everyone's eyes.

The blazing flames solidified in the ice crystals, forming a strange and magnificent picture of ice and fire intertwined.

At this point, everyone in the venue finally came to their senses.

"Long live the War Mother!!!"

"Long live Avarosa!!!"

"Long live the battle festival!!!"

"Woo~~~!"

The deep and melodious sound of the horn resounded throughout the venue.

"Bang~!"

The doors on both sides of the arena were violently slammed open, and two extremely majestic figures rushed out.

"'Bloody Axe' Barry!!!"

“‘Cleavers’ Samosa!!!”

He waved his weapon to signal the crowd, and the audience's cheers grew louder.

After a round of inspection, the two of them stood facing the main seat, casting their fiery gazes at the figure on the main seat from afar.

"Woo~~!"

The sound of the horn made the venue quiet again. Ashe on the high platform looked down at the two people in the arena, and her cold voice resounded throughout the venue.

"Anyone who interferes with the opponent outside the field will be deemed the loser!

Anyone who leaves the fighting arena will be deemed the loser!

Those who surrender voluntarily lose!

Other than that, there are no restrictions.

Everyone, enjoy this..."

"Bang~~!"

"and many more!!!"

A violent figure rushed into the arena from the player channel, shouting and interrupting Ashe's words.

Behind him, several fully armed guards chased out.

"Stop right there, damn it!"

Bali and Samosa, also holding weapons and with unfriendly faces, approached the uninvited guest who interrupted their fight.

"Stop, let's hear what he has to say."

Ashe's calm expression and cold voice prevented the duel from turning into a farce.

Hearing this, the contestants and guards in the arena stopped one after another, and the tall and majestic figure raised his head, his gray-green eyes staring at the main seat.

"Merciful Warmother Ashe, I am Tryndamere of the Mountain Clan, and I hope to challenge both of them alone!"

“Wow~~!”

There was an uproar at the scene. Everyone stared at the man with a horned helmet, long gray hair and a very majestic figure, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Although everyone could tell that the other party was definitely a good fighter just by looking at his strong body, challenging two fighters with titles and nicknames at once was tantamount to seeking death in their eyes.

"Oh? Are you sure?"

"Yes, merciful Warmother Ashe, please allow me to do so!"

"Lady Zhan Mu, please allow me to wash away this shame with his blood!"

"Warmother Ashe, please let me chop him into pieces!"

As soon as Tryndamere finished speaking, the other two contestants shouted angrily.

"Well... in that case, how about we change this battle to a three-person battle?"

"Yes, Warmother!"

The three of them placed their hands on their chests and bowed slightly.

"Wuhu~! Three-man battle!"

"I want to see blood flowing like a river!"

“Chop them up, samosa!”

Amid the cheers of the audience, the three men, holding weapons, stood in a triangle in the arena.

Barry and Samosa tacitly ignored each other and focused their attention on the guy who suddenly broke into the arena and threatened to fight two people at once.

"Boy, if you don't want to die, it's not too late for you to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"Tryndamere, right? I will remove all the blood and flesh from every bone of yours!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Either you kill me or I kill you!"

"Die!!!"

Tryndamere's words made the two warriors instantly furious, and they rushed towards him with their weapons raised.

“Dang~dang~dang~!”

"Ahhhh!!!"

The flames that appeared when the weapons collided made the audience cheer.

On the high platform, Li En held a ox-horn wine glass and watched the fighting below with interest.

Ashe, who was sitting in the main seat, leaned casually on the seat covered with soft animal skins, stroking the Zhenbing Longbow in her hand.

His eyes seemed to be empty, but he was vaguely observing Li En who was not far away.