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

“Forgot you’re out of energy right now.” Ato pulled out his magic sword again and cut off a strong hind leg of the wild boar.

"..." Aatrox felt insulted. A mighty celestial warrior was being used as meat by humans! But he held back and didn't utter a word of complaint.

Atuo carried a pig's hind leg that was more than two meters long to the crowd, and many people were already secretly swallowing their saliva.

For someone who hasn't eaten anything for three days, the allure of fresh meat is unparalleled.

"This, uh, warrior, is he really going to give us this huge prey?" Ruger still maintained basic vigilance.

“If you don’t mind sharing this prey with the Avarosa tribe and taking your tribe’s ‘god’ as food,” Ato said calmly.

“I don’t mind, I don’t mind…” Ruger waved his hands repeatedly.

If it weren't for the foolish frost priests insisting on worshipping a wild beast as a god, the clan wouldn't have suffered such a devastating calamity! They were all eager to eat the meat to vent their anger.

As for sharing with other tribes, that's not something we should be thinking about right now. If we don't eat, even if we survive today, what about tomorrow? What about the day after?

They were too weak to hunt anymore.

"It's yours to handle now." Ato tossed the pig's hind leg beside the fire. "Remember to save some for me."

After enduring for a long time, the crowd rushed forward. Luger took out a meat cleaver from the luggage he had hastily taken and began to cut meat on the spot.

The long years of hunting have given every Freljordman skilled in butchering and cutting meat.

Ruger didn't have time to remove the hair. Instead, he made a vertical cut, scraped off the red and white meat from the skin, cut it into smaller, irregular pieces, skewered them with branches, and handed them to the others to grill over the fire.

Do people here also make barbecue? Atto looked at the busy crowd and a sense of nostalgia welled up inside him.

The injured Tryndamere clutched his chest and slowly sat down by the fire.

His wound has already scabbed over, and at this rate of healing, it won't even leave a scar in a few days.

"Am I still human?" Tryndamere murmured.

“Of course.” Atto glanced at his “masterpiece.”

"It's just that there's more magic in my body that will gradually take effect. I like to make deals. You accept one of my attacks and go find the Avarosa tribe, and I'll give you a prey. It's fair."

"In addition, you must be careful to control your emotions in the future. Otherwise, you will suffer more than death."

"Thank you for reminding me. I will keep my promise and go to find the Avarosa tribe tomorrow."

A moment of silence fell until the aroma of meat wafted over, causing Tryndamere to swallow hard.

Healing also requires energy, and coupled with the weakness accumulated over the past three days, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Eat up." A skewer of freshly grilled meat came into his view, and Ator handed the first skewer to Tryndamere.

"……Thanks."

With difficulty, Tedamir raised his hand to take the skewer of meat. The meat, with its alternating layers of fat and lean, entered his mouth without any seasoning, but Tedamir felt an urge to shed tears.

A warm current flowed down my esophagus, soothing my stomach, which had been parched for so long.

He didn't eat too quickly. From a young age, the clan chief taught everyone that if they hadn't eaten for a long time, their first meal after receiving food should be eaten slowly.

After working for more than an hour, everyone, full and satisfied, lay down contentedly on the fur mats.

With more than half of the pig's hind leg still remaining, one can imagine just how enormous the meat reserves of that giant-tusked wild boar were.

In Freljord, the food rations for tribesmen at each meal are barely enough to stave off hunger, and it's rare to find someone who can eat until they're full.

It is precisely because almost every meal consists of meat, even if the amount is small, that the people of Freljord generally have a muscular physique due to their physical labor.

After resting for a while, the survivors got up one after another. With their strength back, dismembering the giant-tusked boar was not a difficult task for the strong Tryndamere and his people.

They skipped the bloodletting stage; Ato had dragged it a long way during the day, and the blood had long since drained away.

This is also what puzzled Atto: with such a strong smell of blood, why didn't any other wild beasts attack him?

After working through the night, the whole wild boar was finally processed, and the useless bones were casually placed under an old tree.

Edible fresh meat was cut into regular strips, simply wrapped with hemp rope and coarse cloth, and then loaded onto the luggage trailers, filling the three trailers to the brim.

At this moment, a faint light was appearing in the east, and dawn was approaching.

"It's a pity about those pork bones. I can't even imagine how delicious the soup would be if it were made from them, but these cars simply can't hold it all." Ato was a little envious of the big bones.

"Then we'll get ready to set off. Thank you again for your gift."

Tryndamere was pulling a trailer rope; the wound on his body had scabbed over and would fall off in a few days, revealing brand new skin.

“Avarosa will protect you,” Ato mimicked the Freljord way of speaking. “You will find there someone worthy of your lifelong protection.”

"Thank you for your kind words." Tryndamere nodded, then called to the others and headed west along the river.

But Atto did not truly leave.

In Freljord, food is the real currency.

Tryndamere and his crew were pulling three carts full of fresh meat, which inevitably attracted the covetous eyes of others. The threats didn't just come from humans; ferocious beasts were also lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance.

Ator must ensure that Tryndamere successfully reaches the Avarosa tribe, thus guarding against possible attacks from outside their sight.

What he was really looking forward to was Tryndamere's first meeting with Ashe, a plot point that was only briefly mentioned in the game.

Ashe is a kind person. After breaking with Sejuani of the Winter's Claw, she took in a group of Hearthstone dwellers and wanderers as the tribe's initial population.

She wouldn't stand by and watch poor Tryndamere continue to wander the ice plains.

"I can smell the CP scent." Ato closed his eyes, a maternal smile on his face. He planned to find a place to peek when the two sides first met.

What is CP...? Aatrox didn't understand and didn't reply.

Tedamir and the others took turns pulling the cart and resting, so their pace was slow. Ato followed behind them, keeping his distance.

Time flew by, and after traveling westward for a week, they finally saw a village in a flat river valley. A flag with a symbol printed on it fluttered in the wind on the outer houses.

Tryndamere knew what it was; it was the symbol of the Avarosa tribe.