First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

"Could it really be a demon..." Ruger panicked. The god he prayed to hadn't come; instead, a demon had been summoned from hell! Was he here to take my soul?

"That's the corpse of a 'false god'? It was killed by a demon?" Some people couldn't believe what they were seeing.

The scene before him greatly shocked Tryndamere, but he still managed to remain calm.

Even if he were to confront this beast, the outcome would be bleak, which is why he wisely led his people to flee without attempting a fight.

The mysterious figure capable of killing the "false god" is definitely not someone they can contend with.

“What ‘false god’?” Ato pointed to the large wild boar behind him. “You mean it? It’s just a big animal. You’ve made a fire and want to get food, I can give you some.”

“In fact, it was it that destroyed our clan,” Tryndamere said, forcing a smile. “Who are you? You’re willing to give us food? What do you want?”

“Of course, I have conditions.” Ator changed the subject, “Only for you, Tryndamere. If you make a deal with me, this beast is yours.”

“I agree.” Tryndamere said without hesitation, not even noticing that Ator knew his name.

"Aren't you going to ask me about the terms of the deal? What if what I need is your soul?"

"Okay." Tryndamere's expression remained unchanged. His only concern now was the survival of the remaining members of his tribe, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

“I…” Ato was choked with embarrassment. “Fine, actually your soul is useless to me. The real condition, I’ll only tell you one person.”

Ruger and the others watched Tryndamere and the mysterious man walk out of sight, remaining silent and offering no words of apology.

If Tryndamere agrees to that demon's request, that beast will belong to us! It'll be enough to feed us for half a year!

Everyone's eyes were green with envy, but no one dared to step forward and cut off a piece of meat.

On the other side, Tryndamere followed Ator to the back of the boar's body, awaiting his fate.

“I have to go to Ornn and have him forge me a scabbard,” Ator said, looking at Tryndamere’s death-defying expression.

"This really is an era that judges by appearances! Old man, you've caused so many people to misunderstand me!"

“What? A scabbard! That’s definitely a… great idea,” Aatrox muttered to himself.

I thought you would vehemently oppose it.

"My divine body is gone, all I have left is a scabbard. There is no place for me in this world anymore. Perhaps staying in the scabbard will allow me to find the feeling of being under Setaka's command again, to find my sense of belonging."

"Does this mean that after transforming into the form of a sword, its thoughts also become like those of a sword?" Ato thought to himself.

The giant sword spoke in human language, which made Tryndamere want to complain, but he quickly suppressed it.

It seems that Luger's previous prayers to the gods had failed, and instead a demonic man appeared.

If one can exchange their life for food for their people, then their soul will find peace under the protection of the three gods.

"Take one of my attacks with your body. After you recover tomorrow, take this flesh westward to find the Avarosa tribe and join them. That's the deal. Can you do it?"

Ato felt that if he didn't speak up, Tryndamere's muscle-bound brain would never understand.

"What?" Tryndamere picked at his ear. "Catch your attack...he'll be fully healed by tomorrow..."

“Your body needs modification,” Atto explained. “It can only be done this way.”

"I will infuse your body with flesh magic, which will remain inside you and transform your body over time."

"Tomorrow morning, you and your people will head west to find the Avarosa tribe, who are camped not far to the west."

"why me?"

“Yes, why?” Atto gave a meaningful smile.

"In short, these are my conditions. If you accept them, you and your people will receive this meat."

"Besides, the harshest winter is coming, and the Avarosa tribe needs food. Consider this meat as your dowry when you marry into the Avarosa tribe."

"What is 'marrying into the family' and what is a dowry...?"

Tryndamere somewhat regretted not learning more words from the tribe's priests when he was a child; he only understood the phrases "accept the attack" and "find Avarosa."

But he believed this condition was far better than death. Who would willingly face death if they could survive?

"I'm ready, come on." Tryndamere spread his arms, took off his fur coat, and spread his body into a "T" shape to meet Ator's attack.

"...You possess great character."

Ato took two steps back, drew the Darkin Spellblade, controlled his strength, and simultaneously activated the flesh magic within the Spellblade, slashing it diagonally down at Tryndamere's body.

"Uh, ah..."

Tryndamere clenched his teeth, his expression pained.

A horrifying wound appeared on his body, running from his left shoulder to above his right leg. Blood gushed out, the wound so deep that bone was visible, but upon closer inspection, one could see a red glow seeping into it.

Tryndamere collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath. The massive amount of blood loss had left him pale, and the intense pain kept him teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness, but he endured it all.

“A respectable warrior,” Aatrox exclaimed. “I could feel it when the blade sliced ​​through his skin; it was a worthy body.”

"If I devour his flesh and blood, I can recover at least half of my strength. When I encounter those angel sisters again, they'd better watch out. I will make them taste the pain of noble angels falling to earth."

"Only the older sister can taste it, the younger sister is already on the ground..." Ato muttered to himself.

"However, I no longer need to worry about whether to kill his people. It seems they have no other choice. Indeed, don't dwell on problems you can't figure out. Everything will be resolved in time."

Tryndamere, who was in great pain, naturally did not hear the two's deliberately hushed conversation.

Within minutes, Tryndamere's wound had stopped bleeding, and he was able to stand up with the help of the boar.

Atto stepped forward and gently patted him on the shoulder: "This is what you deserve, but remember your mission tomorrow."

On the other end, the survivors, who had been waiting anxiously, finally saw the two figures reappear.

Their first glance at Tryndamere, covered in blood and bearing a gruesome wound, caused a brief commotion, but at least Tryndamere was still alive.

With what he considered a friendly smile, Atto said, "I've got what I wanted. This wild boar is yours now. Anyone want to come and shear it?"