“Woooooo!”
The biting wind turned every snowflake into the sharpest blade, striking every living creature on the snowy ground without distinction.
This was the Freljord, the northernmost land of Runeterra.
Because of certain actions taken by the god of the forge and the Seal Sister thousands of years ago, this place had become a world of ice and snow.
Just as Zach had set out from the southeastern corner of Shurima and headed north along the Sea of the Watchers, another figure had also come from southern Runeterra, forcing his way straight into this land that belonged to ancient demigods.
As the blood-colored wings on his back beat, the snow on the ground was blown up in an instant, and he turned into a streak of crimson light, rushing forward at incredible speed.
The fierce cold wind and the razor-sharp snowflakes dissolved into nothingness the instant they approached his body.
The Freljord’s brutal environment seemed completely unable to affect him.
Following Zach’s directions, Aatrox had started from the Freljord’s border, searching all the way for the ideal body Zach had mentioned.
Based on what Aatrox knew of the Freljord, several tremendously powerful ancient demigods existed here.
And these demigods were different from Ascended like him, who had become demigods through Ascended power.
The demigods of the Freljord had all been born from the purest elemental forces of Runeterra, and their strength was almost the greatest among all demigods.
At the same time, their bodies…
Aatrox shook his head hard, throwing those messy thoughts to the back of his mind.
With his current strength, if he tried to lay his hands on the native demigods of the Freljord, he would very likely be beaten to death!
For now, the most important task was still to find the body Zach had spoken of.
Only by gradually bringing his body closer to the Ascended form he had once possessed could his power return to its peak!
Aatrox remembered that Zach had said he “knew a little” about the situation here.
Knew a little…
Aatrox was beginning to doubt just how reliable that “little” really was!
He had searched from the Freljord’s border all the way here, yet during that time, he had barely seen any sign of human life.
Suddenly, just as Aatrox was still flying forward, his figure came to an abrupt stop.
Then Aatrox hovered in the air and looked down.
Beneath him was a camp full of people moving about, and those people were all bare-chested, their bodies extremely strong.
When he noticed this, a spark of light appeared in Aatrox’s eyes.
Without the slightest hesitation, Aatrox spread the wings on his back and descended toward the ground like a hawk that had found its prey.
Ever since Tryndamere had come into this world, he had understood the hardship of survival, because the frozen plains where his tribe had settled had never once thawed. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
Tryndamere and his tribe worshiped all the old gods of the Freljord, while also holding the Three Sisters in reverence.
However, from the enormous totem hanging over their camp, it was clear that the god Tryndamere’s tribe worshiped most was the tusked beast king with massive fangs, the one that rampaged across the Freljordian ice fields and destroyed everything in its path.
Even their weapons had been made in imitation of this god’s tusks.
A ferocious, broad-bladed greatsword.
Unlike Anivia, the ice and snow god worshiped by the Avarosan tribe, this beast king was not close to humanity.
He was a demigod focused entirely on destruction.
In the records, the only time this god had ever acted seemed to have been when he and Volibear, the god of thunder, attacked Lissandra of the Frostguard together.
Tryndamere stood in the middle of the camp, looking at the snow filling the sky, his eyes heavy.
He did not know whether it was an illusion or something else, but Tryndamere kept feeling that the temperature this winter was even lower than before.
Most of the tribes around the Freljord had gone to the south-central region of the Freljord, because an incredibly powerful and tolerant Iceborn lived there.
She was a descendant of Avarosa, and she was also the current warmother of the Avarosan tribe.
Ashe!
Under Ashe’s leadership, the Avarosan tribe tolerated and accepted all common folk who came seeking refuge.
She would provide them with a safe place to live and keep them from being raided by the Winter’s Claw.
Tryndamere was hesitating over whether he should lead his tribe to the Avarosan tribe and seek the protection of Warmother Ashe.
Now, after the other tribes had all left, his own tribe was suffering more and more raids.
And it was not only the Winter’s Claw.
Even Noxus in the south had begun trying to extend its reach here.
“Woooooo!”
The wild wind grew faster and faster, and the snow filling the sky completely blocked the view ahead.
Just as Tryndamere was about to return to his tent, the step he had just taken suddenly stopped.
Then Tryndamere turned around at once, his gaze shooting straight forward.
It was not just him.
His tribespeople also saw the black shadow ahead.
Because the sky had already grown dark, and because the endless flying snow obscured everything, neither he nor his tribespeople could see the figure’s true appearance.
Tryndamere could sense with absolute clarity that an incomparably vast ancient magic was radiating from that figure.
While Tryndamere was still hesitating, his tribespeople had already knelt reverently before that figure.
They actually believed that this figure was Ildhaurg, the Iron Boar, the boar god they worshiped!
“No!”
The instant Tryndamere raised his hand, about to stop his tribespeople, his pupils contracted violently.
Before Tryndamere’s horrified eyes, the living greatsword in that figure’s hand stabbed into the body of one of his tribesmen!
Before Tryndamere’s tribespeople could even react, the greatsword in Aatrox’s hand had already hacked several people into pieces.
In that oppressive winter night, a massacre quietly unfolded.
Aatrox did not even say a single word to Tryndamere or his tribespeople.
He simply cleansed this tribe through slaughter while searching for a suitable body.
“Roar!”
Finally, after dozens of his tribespeople had died beneath Aatrox’s sword, an incredibly suppressed roar burst from Tryndamere’s mouth.
At that moment, he stood in the center of the camp, his eyes already completely blood-red, his hands gripping that black broad-bladed greatsword tightly.
Looking at the corpses of his tribespeople by his feet, nothing remained in Tryndamere’s heart except rage.
Nameless fury had completely occupied Tryndamere’s heart.
He could even feel his blood boiling.
Without the slightest hesitation, Tryndamere raised the greatsword in his hands and charged toward Aatrox like a madman.
Boom!
Tryndamere’s greatsword came slashing down fiercely toward Aatrox’s body.
However, his greatsword was caught in Aatrox’s hand with a single grip!
Facing Aatrox, Tryndamere at this moment was truly like a powerless infant.
In the next instant, under Tryndamere’s disbelieving gaze, Aatrox held his greatsword with one hand while driving his own massive blade into Tryndamere’s body with the other!
He becomes connected to Silco’s side, gains a Skin Master System, and uses League skin-based weapons, tech, armor, and abilities to change the fate of Zaun.
Instead of letting Arcane’s tragedies play out exactly the same way, Felix tries to protect the people around him, especially Powder/Jinx, and push Zaun toward open rebellion against Piltover.
The story starts with the Piltover-Zaun conflict, then expands into the wider Runeterra setting: Noxus’s invasion of Ionia, Demacia’s internal conflict, the Freljord, Shurima, the Void, and eventually the Ruination/Shadow Isles plotline.