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Ashe!
Under Ashe's leadership, the Avarosa tribe tolerantly accommodated all civilians who came to seek refuge with them.
She would provide them with a safe place to live and protect them from being marauded by the Winter's Claw.
Tryndamere was hesitating whether to lead his clan to the Avarosan tribe to seek the protection of Warmother Ashe.
Now, after the other tribes had left, his clan was experiencing more and more raids.
It's not just the Winter's Claw, even Noxus in the south has begun trying to reach out here.
"Woooooo~~~"
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the flying snow in the sky even completely blocked the view ahead.
Just as Tryndamere was about to return to the tent, the step he had just taken suddenly stopped!
Then, Tryndamere turned around quickly and looked straight ahead.
Not only him, but his tribesmen also saw the dark shadow in front of them.
Because it was already late in the day, and with the heavy snow blocking the view, he and his tribesmen were unable to see the true face of the figure.
All they could see was a figure nearly three meters tall, with a pair of ferocious horns on its head and a pair of huge wings on its back!
Tryndamere could sense very clearly that this figure was filled with an incomparably powerful ancient magic!
While Tryndamere was still hesitating, his people had already kneeled down respectfully towards this figure.
They actually thought that this figure was the wild boar god they believed in, Iron Boar!
"No!"
Just as Taitamir raised his hand to stop his people, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Under Tryndamere's horrified gaze, the figure pierced the body of his people with the living giant sword in his hand!
Even Tryndamere's people didn't have time to react before the giant sword in Aatrox's hand had already chopped several of them into pieces.
In this depressing winter night, a massacre quietly unfolded.
Aatrox didn't even say a word to Tetamir and his people. He just used killing to cleanse the tribe while looking for a suitable body.
"Roar!"
Finally, when dozens of tribesmen died under Aatrox's sword, Tryndamere let out an extremely suppressed roar.
At this moment, he stood in the center of the camp, his eyes had turned completely blood red, and his hand was tightly holding the black broadsword.
Looking at the corpses of his tribesmen at his feet, there was nothing left in Tryndamere's heart except anger.
Nameless anger has completely occupied Tryndamere's heart, and he even feels his blood is boiling.
Without any hesitation, Tryndamere raised the sword in his hand and rushed towards Aatrox like mad.
"boom!"
Tryndamere's broadsword slashed fiercely at Aatrox's body.
However, his broadsword was held in Aatrox's hand with one hand!
When facing Aatrox, Tryndamere was really like a powerless baby.
The next moment, under Tryndamere's incredulous gaze, Aatrox grasped his broadsword with one hand and stabbed the giant sword into his body with the other hand!
Chapter 22 Bloodline of the Ancient Gods, Death of Tryndamere!
Aatrox pulled the greatsword out of Tryndamere's body and threw him away like a piece of trash.
Aatrox did not kill him like he had done with the rest of Tryndamere's people, but instead only severely wounded him.
If Tryndamere looked closely, he would see that when Aatrox looked at him, his eyes were full of greed!
As Tryndamere watched, the giant sword in Aatrox's hand swung at Tryndamere's people again.
Faced with a Darkin with demigod power, Tryndamere's people had no ability to resist at all. The swords in their hands broke like icicles at the slightest touch.
Every time Aatrox swung his greatsword, one of Tryndamere's people would die.
Aatrox seemed to have intended for Tryndamere to see this scene and the death of his people.
Because he could smell the scent in Tryndamere's blood!
"Tryndamere, you are so weak! You think you can stop me from killing your people!"
"The reason why your people died is because you are too weak! Hahahaha~~"
Leaning under the tent, the desperate cries of his tribesmen before their death kept echoing in Tryndamere's ears. His eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was shaking constantly.
The hideous wound on his abdomen was causing him severe pain. He clenched his hands tightly together and bit his lips completely to pieces with his teeth.
As blood continued to flow from the wound in his abdomen, Tryndamere's mind began to become blurred.
He seemed to be on the verge of death and was about to die in anger.
However, just as Tryndamere was about to die and even his mind became completely blurred, his body began to emit a blood-red mist!
On the white snow, the mist emitted from Tryndamere's body was extremely eye-catching, and almost instantly attracted Aatrox's attention.
When Aatrox saw this, he chopped a barbarian in half, and the greed in his bloodshot eyes became even more intense.
He looked in the direction of Tryndamere and muttered to himself, "That kid knows a little bit, but he's so reliable!"
"However, in order to fully stimulate the blood power of this body, it really took some effort!"
"Roar!"
The shrill roar sounded again, and Aatrox saw with his own eyes that Tryndamere, who had been lying on the ground dying, actually stood up again!
At this time, Tryndamere's whole body was covered with blood mist, his eyes were bloodshot, and the hideous wound on his abdomen was healing rapidly!
A vast amount of blood and energy gushed out of Tryndamere's body, and his blood was constantly boiling.
In the anger of watching his people being slaughtered by Aatrox, the power in Tryndamere's bloodline finally awakened.
The power from the Boar God completely fills Tryndamere's body!
Tryndamere rushed towards Aatrox again, and the sword in his hand chopped straight at Aatrox's head!
"boom!"
The next moment, the greatsword in Aatrox's hand collided with Tryndamere's broadsword.
In almost an instant, cracks appeared on Tryndamere's sword, and he himself was knocked away by an unimaginable force.
After rolling a long way on the ground, Tryndamere stood up, raised the broken sword, and rushed towards Aatrox again without fear.
At this moment, there seemed to be no emotion in Tryndamere's eyes. He just wanted to kill the demon in front of him and avenge his people.
And Aatrox looked at Tryndamere at this moment, his eyes full of satisfaction.
"A qualified body! Does this power come from an ancient demigod in this land?"
Aatrox was like a feline playing with its prey, greedily enjoying Tryndamere's rage while knocking him away again and again.
Finally, it seemed like he had enough fun, or maybe he suddenly thought of something.
Just as Tryndamere rushed towards Aatrox again, Aatrox grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air!
Not only that, Aatrox's greatsword once again pierced into Tryndamere's body.
And this time, it's the heart!
"puff!"
"Tryndamere, go meet your people!"
The Darkin giant sword pierced Tryndamere's chest with terrifying power, and after struggling for a moment, he completely lost his life.
With almost no hesitation, Aatrox put the giant sword on his back, and a rich blood-red light appeared in his hands!
The forbidden technique used by the Darkin to reshape their bodies - blood magic!
"I originally wanted to let you go and kill you when my body became stronger. But now, I have a new goal!"
As Aatrox spoke, the blood-red light in his hand completely enveloped Tryndamere.
In the snow and wind, Aatrox's body swelled up like a balloon.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely creepy sound of flesh tearing was heard, and a bloody mouth actually opened directly on Aatrox's chest!
Just like before, Aatrox would never use the method of possessing another's body to find a host.
He will only use Tryndamere's body as material to reinforce his current body!
After completely integrating Tryndamere's body into his body, the blood-red light on the surface of Aatrox's body slowly faded away.
After doing all this, he suddenly looked in a certain direction.
There, is the totem in the Tryndamere camp.
Freljord Demigod - Iron Boar!
"With this body as a springboard, I can go find a stronger body!"
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Zuo Chi naturally had no idea what was happening in Freljord.
Now he was in that little boat, staggering across the Conqueror's Sea.
Following the idea of setting sail when there is wind and giving up when there is no wind, Zuo Chi finally could not see the shadow of Shurima after several days of trekking.
Based on Zuo Chi's impression of Runeterra, he speculated that he only needed to go north to reach the Bilgewater Islands.
For those who have the means, Hong Kong is like heaven.
As the second stop after arriving in Runeterra, Zuo Chi is still very much looking forward to Port.
The boat continued to sway on the sea, and Zuo Chi was getting closer and closer to the Bilgewater Islands.
About two days later, Zuo Chi finally arrived at the sea off Bilgewater!
At this time, he could already see some ships coming and going.