Legends of Runeterra

For thousands of years, tribes large and small in the Freljord have risen and fallen, their names lost in the bitter wind and snow.

But there is one force that has stood on this eternal frozen land for thousands of years - the Frost Guard.

They are stationed in the far north of the Freljord, guarding an unknown ancient relic, and have the largest number of Iceborn bloodlines.

Frost priests will also be sent to each tribe to teach them how to survive on this frozen land.

Respect and admiration are the attitudes of most Freljordians towards the Frostguard.

However, as the most powerful beast spirit walker, Udyr had long been aware that these Frost Guards who traveled to various tribes, large and small, were hiding deeper secrets.

During his investigation after returning to the Winter Claw tribe from Ionia, he discovered that in the absolute leader duel between mother and daughter, Sejuani was most likely not the one who killed Kokia, but the real ruthless person was the long-expelled priest from the Frostguard.

In the letter sent by Li En, the other party also mentioned another force hidden at the scene.

To Udyr, who had a deep understanding of the tribe's situation, this news almost certainly revealed one thing - the Frost Priests had begun to attack Sejuani.

'It's just... why are they targeting Winter's Claw so much?

For territory? But they haven't expanded outwards once in thousands of years...'

Staring at the letter in his hand, Udyr frowned deeply, puzzled.

“Hula~!”

The door curtain was roughly opened, and before the biting cold wind blew in, Udyr had already stuffed the letter into his arms.

"Olaf, you just left a while ago, how come..."

When he saw who was coming, Udyr stopped talking.

"Sejuani, why are you here?"

"There's something I want to discuss with you."

"What..."

"Wait for Udyr first."

Sejuani waved her hand, walked up to Udyr, and stared at him with her ice-blue eyes.

"Olaf has been very irritable recently. Can you tell me why he just came out of your tent with a smile on his face?"

"Uh...this..."

Seeing Udyr hesitant to speak, Sejuani frowned.

"During this time, you have been secretly sending people to look for Li En. Do you think I am blind or deaf, or both, to think that I don't know?

The only way to make the irritable Olaf smile foolishly is that Li En has some news."

Sejuani leaned forward slightly and looked Udyr directly in the eyes.

"Now, tell me, as the Warmother of Winter's Claw, what happened to him?"

"Well, he's fine, and he has something important to do for the time being, so he didn't come to the Winter Claw."

Sejuani carefully observed Udyr's expression and clearly realized that what he said was true.

The frown on her face slowly relaxed, and Sejuani's entire face seemed to relax a little.

"Okay, I understand. Remember to write back and tell him. If you need anything, please let us know at any time."

"Ok."

Udyr nodded, then looked at the unhealthy complexion on Sejuani's face, a trace of worry on his face.

"Sejuani, have you reduced your rations again?"

"I am fine."

"How is that possible? Look at yourself in the mirror. The last battle with the Lost Ones has already consumed all your magic power. Now you have to continue to reduce your food rations..."

"Well, Udyr, I am the War Mother. My people have entrusted their lives to me, so I must keep them alive.

It’s just some food rations, no big deal…”

"Because you are a war mother, you should maintain your strength. Otherwise, how can you lead your people through this cold winter?"

"That's why I came to you. I need to gather the best people to do something big with me."

"Plunder? The nearest tribes are hundreds of kilometers away, and considering the size of these tribes, the food they have may barely be enough for the journey back and forth.

Or are you hunting mammoths or death worms? The instability is too great, and the wind and snow make it difficult to find their tracks. "

"Humph, neither of them!"

"Bang~!"

A smile appeared on Sejuani's lips, and she took out an old parchment from her waist and slapped it on Udyr's desk.

"That's what I'm looking for!"

"Ok?"

Udyr picked up the parchment and deciphered the ancient writing on it in the light from the window.

"O...En's...Big Urn!?"

"That's right!"

"That's just a legend..."

"Udyr, after witnessing that battle with your own eyes, do you still think that those stories about the gods are just legends?"

"..."

Facing Sejuani's gaze, Udyr stammered a few times.

"But... this kind of thing is still..."

"Bring people in!"

Sejuani turned around and shouted outside the door curtain, and then the curtain was lifted, and two Winter Claw warriors walked in with a hunched figure.

"Bang~!"

The man was thrown to the ground roughly by the warrior.

"Go out."

"Yes, Warmother!"

"This is..."

Udyr looked at the figure lying on the ground in confusion.

"Old man, raise your head!"

At Sejuani's command, the hunched figure slowly raised his head.

His gray hair and beard were unkempt, his legs were missing from above the knees, and his blind eyes were like two spotted seagull eggs.

"Korrik, once a prophet under Olgavana."

"The tribe that refuses to submit to you?"

Sejuani nodded when she heard this, then looked at Korrik.

"Tell me about your experience, old man."

"Ahem~!"

Kerrick coughed a few times and opened his mouth to reveal the few remaining teeth.

"Our tribe was driven into the Hearthland. In despair, Ornn appeared before us and gave us the Great Urn in silence.

Just one mouthful of hot soup from the big jar has kept me alive till now!"

"Where's the evidence?"

Udyr looked at Korrik, his face expressionless.

"Ha! This is the evidence!"

Kerrick lifted the corner of his clothes.

“Hula~!”

The skin beneath the worn animal hide was rosy and healthy, and there was even a layer of soft fat hanging from the plump belly.

"On my honor, I haven't eaten a single bite of food or drank a single drop of water since your men brought me back here!

It's all the hot soup in Ornn's urn that keeps me alive today!"

"..."

Udyr remained silent. Although he wanted to refute, in the Winter Claw, where even the War Mother had to reduce rations, it was impossible for such a worthless prisoner to get so much fat.

Seeing this, Sejuani raised the corner of her mouth slightly and turned to face the door.

"Okay, take the people out!"

"Yes, Warmother!"

The warriors of Winter Claw came in again, grabbed Korrik roughly from the left and right, and took him away directly.