A Visit to the Queen

The barbarian people have lived in the high mountains for generations, and now that they are suddenly leaving their homeland for Avarosa, many of them are reluctant to leave.

They offered sacrifices to the gods and took everything they could carry, countless bags and bundles.

I was very curious about how they managed to carry all these things down the mountain. On average, each person carried two or three bundles, which was no easy task, especially since going down the mountain was much more strenuous than going up.

They didn't finish packing until evening, so the itinerary was set for the next day. That night, everyone had a final celebration, with all of the less than one hundred people in the entire tribe gathered together.

There's not much meat here; everyone basically just drinks alcohol and occasionally pops a bunch of dry-fried grains into their mouths.

I didn't feel particularly proud; only one word came to mind: poor.

"Are they just going to drink like this? Why don't we take out our jerky and share it with everyone?" Riven also found it boring.

"... All right."

When we were going up the mountain, we parked the oxcart at the foot of the mountain. Dick said that no one would dare to steal anything in the barbarian territory, so we didn't bring anything except dried meat to fill our stomachs.

Now that Riven has so openly said so, I can't exactly say no, can I? Looks like I'll be eating vegetarian food on the way home after tonight's revelry.

The barbarians looked at Riven with gratitude; they hadn't eaten meat in a long time since the tribes had ceased hostilities.

"Why don't you go hunting?" Riven asked curiously.

"There's not much prey on the mountain, and we can't compete with the other tribes down below. Now that we can't plunder anymore, we naturally have nothing to eat," Tryndamere sighed, looking quite helpless.

Because they had to travel the next day, everyone didn't party until very late, but Riven still got drunk.

She wasn't a big drinker to begin with, and the liquor here was very strong. Plus, she generously pulled out some dried meat, so she naturally became the target of people's toasts.

When it was time to sleep, Dick arranged accommodations for us. It seemed he was the second-in-command here, and all affairs were handled by Tryndamere.

Lili was supposed to stay with us, but she likes to sleep outdoors, so only Riven and I were left in the tent, and to make matters worse, she got drunk.

That night, she began her pleasurable torment, telling me a lot of things about liking me and constantly rubbing against me.

I was able to stop her at first, but she got drunk and didn't know her own strength, even using Uniform Strength her. If I tried to stop her by force, we would probably have a big fight.

"Let me give you a kiss, hehe."

"You'd better behave yourself after I kiss you!"

"Good!"

Riven agreed readily, pressing my hands down with her own and slowly moving closer to my face...

Why do I feel like I'm the one who was raped?

I closed my eyes and surrendered, when suddenly I heard a "burp." A bad feeling washed over me; it was too late to dodge. I could only turn my face away, and then Riven vomited all over me...

I quickly took off our coats, wiped them clean with snow, then came back to dry them and cleaned up the ground...

By the time I finished all that, it was already past midnight. Seeing Riven sleeping soundly, I really wanted to go over and kick her awake!

After a few hours of comfortable sleep, we set off, but strangely, the route we took this time was not the same as the one we took on the way here.

The path down the mountain was relatively flat, with no cliffs at all, so people carrying their packages didn't feel much pressure.

"Why didn't we take this route yesterday?" I asked Dick.

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"When our guests first came up the mountain, they were looked down upon if they took this route. Now, everyone admires you."

So this is also a way to demonstrate strength. The people here are really interesting; they are tenacious and unyielding in their struggle against nature, and they even find joy in it.

Just like when Riven woke up drunk last time, she walked around holding her forehead, swaying occasionally, and I was afraid she would fall.

"Don't drink so much next time. Come on up, I'll carry you down."

"Hehe, I'll try my best." Riven laughed and climbed onto my back. I always felt that she hadn't learned her lesson.

After descending the mountain, the Ironhorn Bull stood obediently in place. Apart from being a bit slow and stubborn, it was truly a good animal.

Along the way, our group grew from less than one hundred people to more than two hundred.

It turns out that there has always been a custom of "crashing wedding banquets" here. Whenever someone gets married, people from other tribes will come over to freeload.

However, ordinary weddings don't attract many outsiders, but Ashe's wedding is different. She's the Queen here, and everyone who sees her gets a share. I estimate that our numbers will increase later, so it seems the Avarosa tribe will have to make a considerable expense.

The Avarosa tribe is located further north, but because they occupy a fertile area, their people enjoy a higher standard of living. Their buildings can be seen from afar, contrasting sharply with the tents of other tribes, especially the barbarians.

When we arrived, the group was already enormous—nearly a thousand people.

The guards didn't let everyone in at once. They let the barbarians in first and settled them in, and then gradually let people from other tribes in a day later. Arranging a banquet was no small task.

Because of his special status, a few of us were able to accompany Tryndamere to meet the Queen. After a little dressing up, he looked even more handsome; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him dashing.

Ashe doesn't live in a tent, but in a magnificent palace. Although it can't compare to Demacia or Noxus, it's the best in the area.

Here, we didn't have to hand over our weapons, and there were no complicated rules, so we met Ashe very quickly.

Just like in the game, she was an absolute beauty, with a graceful and curvaceous figure and long, flowing white hair like snow.

Seeing Tryndamere arrive empty-handed, many whispered among themselves, thinking, "Even if the barbarians are poor, they shouldn't leave without offering anything, right?"

At this moment, Dick stepped forward, presenting the crown given to him by Lili, while Tryndamere held Ice Saber in his hand. "Your Majesty Queen, this is a small token of my appreciation; please accept it!"

The moment the crown-shaped Ice Saber appeared, everyone fell silent.

The Avarosa tribe has no shortage of treasures, but they have never seen such a masterpiece before.

The ice-blue crown was devoid of any jewels or even simple patterns, yet it exuded an unparalleled air of nobility.

The Ice Saber, made of some unknown material, emitted a chilling aura that quieted the fire in the hall, their gleaming edges proclaiming an inviolable authority.

Without a doubt, only a true king deserves to possess these two treasures!

Ashe personally stepped down to accept the crown, carefully examined it, and then placed it on her head. "Thank you, this is the best gift I've ever received!"

The crowd cheered, and Tryndamere was overjoyed. He was about to offer up the Ice Saber as well, but Ashe refused. "Only the bravest warrior deserves this Ice Saber. Without a doubt, it belongs to you!"

The crowd cheered again, but then someone stood up and said, "I disagree!"