Legends of Runeterra

Chapter 684 Square Toes

His arms and legs were covered with gnarled muscles, as thick as cedar tree trunks, and his strong left arm was carrying a huge, heavy wine barrel.

The bright red beard was roughly braided and fixed with an iron ring. Although the beard was thick, the top of his head was shiny and smooth, with a white "U"-shaped tattoo on it.

His bulging, round belly was covered with various scars, which made him look like a not very skilled fighter.

After all, even a drunkard who has drunk under the table will not expose his deadly abdomen to the enemy.

The two men stood face to face a few meters apart. Obviously, Tryndamere was about the same height as the newcomer, but his body shape was much smaller than the other.

Looking at the drunk red-haired burly man, Tryndamere thought he was just a lost drunkard.

"This isn't the right place to drink."

"Hiccup~!"

"My name is... Gragas..."

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Gragas looked at Tryndamere with a hint of excitement.

"I heard... the Mountain Clan has something called 'Morafuto'. If you use it to brew wine, you will get the strongest and most exciting wine."

"'Morafuto', how did you know that?"

"Hehe~! Because I'm Gragas!"

Facing Tryndamere's gaze, Gragas picked up the barrel with one hand and took another big gulp.

The rich and mellow aroma of wine drifted towards Tryndamere along the cold wind, causing him to move his throat involuntarily.

"It's him! It's really him! Gragas, the most famous brewer in the southern region!"

"Sniff! It smells so good! If I could just have a sip of the wine in that barrel, it would be worth it even if I get beaten up by that barbarian!"

"I heard that there is always a piece of 'Zhen Bing' in his wine barrel!"

...

The sound of a buzzing discussion in the audience allowed Tryndamere to understand the identity of the person in front of him.

"Morafuto is a brewing material used in coming-of-age ceremonies. I only have one copy here, so I can't give it to you."

"Is that so?"

Gragas took out a large bag from his waist and shook it in front of Tryndamere.

"Wow~!"

The sound of coins colliding reached Tryndamere's ears clearly.

"I've heard about the Mountain Clan. This is all the money I have. Do you want to have a fight?

If you win, the money is yours, if you lose, the 'Morafuto' is mine."

"..."

Looking at the obviously heavier bag, a hint of hesitation flashed across Tryndamere's face.

With this money, the current lives of the tribesmen can undoubtedly be improved.

But that 'Morafuto' was prepared for the off-site Kalando coming-of-age ceremony. If you use it as a bet...

"Promise him, Brother Tryndamere!"

"Kalando."

"I believe in you, Brother Tryndamere!"

Looking at Kalando waving at him outside the field, Tryndamere nodded slowly, then looked at Gragas a few meters away.

"Hiccup~! He's a nice young man."

"I know, so I won't lose!"

"Hahaha~! In order to brew the best wine, I can't do it either!"

"Click~!"

Tryndamere pulled out the weapon that was stuck in the ground, walked ten meters away, and looked directly at Gragas.

"Bring out your weapons!"

"My weapon is always in my hand!"

Gragas said, holding the barrel in his arms.

"I only promise not to injure or kill the contestants. The wine barrel in your hand does not fall within this scope."

"Hahaha~! If you can do it, come on!"

"as you wish!"

“Crack~!”

The gravel on the ground was crushed by the huge force of the explosion, the long sword scraped sparks on the ground, and Tryndamere rushed towards his opponent violently like a rolling avalanche.

"Hiccup~! Come on, last drink before closing!"

...

"Boom~!"

As Li En approached the festival venue, the sound of fierce fighting penetrated the wooden walls.

At each entrance, many people rushed in with excitement on their faces.

As soon as he sensed the interior of the venue, the corners of Li En's mouth rose quietly.

'I'm lucky, this time I get a buy one get one free deal.'

Following the crowd, before entering the venue, I heard noisy and intense conversations and exclamations.

"No, why would someone attack with his belly? Isn't he afraid of the giant battle blade of the barbarian on the opposite side?"

"You are so ignorant. Didn't you see the magical light lingering around him? Do you really think Master Gragas is a fool?"

"It's a magical wine. I really want to drink it!"

"Boom~!"

The violent collision sound directly drowned out the noise of the entire venue, and everyone held their breath and watched the battle field.

As the stirred smoke and dust slowly dissipated, the giant battle blade cut deeply into the heavy oak wine barrel, and the purple wine flowed along the blade and dripped onto the ground under the distressed gaze of the audience.

A new wound appeared on Gragas's scarred belly.

And Tryndamere's helmet was also knocked to the ground, and his black and blue right eye socket was already swollen.

"No more fighting, no more fighting!"

Gragas threw out the purse from his waist and stared at the barrel with a look of heartache.

"Crack~!"

"I didn't defeat you. I can't take this money."

Tryndamere said this, and was about to throw the purse back to Gragas.

"Don't move! If you move, my wine will spill even more!"

"Uh...what should I do then?"

"Just let me do it!"

Gragas pinched the back of the giant battle blade and turned the broken part of the wine barrel upside down. Although it slightly slowed down the flow of wine, it was still only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure.

"I was careless, I was careless, now I'm in trouble..."

"I have an idea, why don't you let me try it?"

The sudden sound should have startled the two battle-hardened men, but they were soothed by the gentleness contained in it, and it did not at all trigger the vigilance that Gragas and Tryndamere had developed over the years.

With curiosity, the two turned around to look.

"You are..."

"Master Li...Master Li En!?"

"Hello again, Tryndamere. It looks like you're recovering well."

"It's all thanks to the 'magic medicine' you gave me, Master Li En. Otherwise, I would have become a crippled person with a broken arm now!"

“If I hadn’t triggered the backup plan left by the demon god, you wouldn’t have lost your right arm.

I am just making up for my mistakes, you don’t need to thank me.”

"No! Lord Li En, your arm was eaten away by that fellow. It has nothing to do with you.

You saved me and took that guy away from Avarosa City. You are a great benefactor to me and our "Mountain Clan"!

Such kindness, I..."

"Brother Tryndamere!"

Kalando, who was outside the field, also jumped into the field at this time.