Endless Rage

The Avarosa tribe has many powerful warriors, but few are capable of intervening in this battle. Just reaching Gnar is already a struggle, let alone stopping him.

Using ranged attacks would be too weak to hurt him, while using too strong attacks might harm Tryndamere. Ashe ordered someone to bring her the Crystal Bow, the arrow was nocked, but she still lacked confidence.

"Oh? The Crystal Bow is really in her hands, and she can even draw it. It seems she's truly someone Avarosa approves of."

Lili gave Ashe an admiring look, but didn't interfere, nor did she let Riven and me meddle. She wanted to see Tryndamere's true abilities.

The barbarians were brave and fearless. They rushed forward one after another to save their leader, many dying or being wounded. Finally Tryndamere ordered everyone to stay away from the battlefield, as he wanted to subdue the monster himself.

Against overwhelming power, courage and wisdom have limited effectiveness; Tryndamere can only constantly summon his own strength to fight off the ferocious attacks.

His clothes were torn to shreds, so he simply took them off; his shoes were twisted and torn, so he simply threw them away, leaving him with only a pair of close-fitting trousers and the Ice Saber in his hand.

It must be said that this Ice Saber was quite sharp. Although it couldn't completely cut through Gnar's thick skin and flesh, it still caused him considerable damage.

The more Gnar is injured, the stronger he becomes; rage is his strongest weapon!

The battle intensified, and Tryndamere's disadvantage became increasingly apparent. He gradually lost the ability to fight back and was soon slapped by Gnar, sending him flying and covered in scrapes.

Fortunately, his body was exceptionally strong; the barbarian's steel-like bones proved invaluable at this moment. Anyone else would have fallen apart long ago.

Gnar isn't the only one with rage; Tryndamere is also constantly building up his fury in battle, and I look forward to the moment when he becomes immortal.

Soon after, under a fierce attack from Gnar, Tryndamere rolled several times and couldn't get up for a while. Seeing the behemoth leap into the air and press down on him, he raised his Ice Saber, wanting to fight to the death. Ashe finally couldn't help but fire a long-awaited arrow.

The Ice Saber pierced Gnar's chest with perfect accuracy, and the crystal arrow struck his abdomen, but it still landed on Tryndamere, raining blows on his head and body!

The ferocious attack smashed a deep crater beneath Tryndamere, leaving blood everywhere. People's expressions were grave, clearly thinking Tryndamere couldn't withstand the onslaught, but he wasn't smashed to pieces.

An overwhelming rage made him stand up; his fair skin turned a deep red and then black, and the handsome young man transformed into a warrior covered in blood.

The undying rage has finally been unleashed!

Tryndamere's blood began to boil, hissing as it spilled onto the ground.

He stopped dodging Gnar's attacks, raised his Ice Saber, and slashed the wound several times, tearing Gnar's chest open and exposing his massive bones like a caged beast.

With a resounding crash as his massive body collapsed, Tryndamere stood to the end, once again proving with his actions that he was the strongest warrior here!

People forgot to cheer and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Ashe was the first to react and rushed over.

She hugged Tryndamere, tears of joy streaming down her face. "You are my strongest warrior, the one I love most!"

Tryndamere picked up Ashe and carried her around the arena. In that moment, he was bathed in glory!

"Ouch, it hurts so much! You're so strong!"

These words struck Tryndamere like a thunderbolt. He quickly put Ashe down and turned around to see Gnar standing up.

He transformed back into that furry little guy, with a pair of harmless, large, and captivating eyes. Looking at him now, who would have guessed that he was the giant beast from just moments ago?

I clearly injured him severely just now, so why are there no visible wounds after he turned back?

Tryndamere raised his Ice Saber again, but his hands were trembling. He knew he had no chance of winning.

However, Gnar had no intention of continuing the fight. He walked up to Bernie, shook his head, and said, "Looks like we can't demolish this place. Let's go back to yours."

"Monster, stay away from me!" Bernie was so frightened that he backed away.

Gnar looked bewildered, and wherever he went, people avoided him. Just then, Lili extended an olive branch to him. "Little guy, come to me."

"Aren't you a little guy too?" Nar walked over naively.

If you say that again, I'm not going to talk to you anymore.

"Fine, ignore me then, I'll play by myself."

Lili was surprised by his words and pouted angrily. Even though she had lived for so long, she still didn't understand the Yordle.

I spent some time with Poppy and learned quite a bit about the Yordle, knowing that they all have their own will to be born, so I went up and greeted them:

"Hi, Gnar."

"Huh? You know me?"

"Yes, I have a few Yordle friends, and they've mentioned you to me." I told a quick lie, hoping to get closer to him.

Sure enough, he seemed very concerned after hearing this. "Then who told you that?"

"Kennen, and... Poppy." I wanted to say Kled, but I was afraid the people here would suspect me, after all, he was a Noxus general.

"Kennen? Poppy? I don't know them, they're just kids."

Looking at Gnar's affected, high-pitched voice, I assumed he was young and would know these two people, but it turns out he didn't know them at all.

Kennen is over three thousand years old, so is he older Kennen? Then why does he act and talk like a child?

"How old are you?"

"I'm over fifty years old. I recently said goodbye to the Old Chieftain and came here to have some fun, but I was frozen by a nasty big bird. It was his uncle who saved me."

Gnar pointed at Bernie, startling him so much that he backed away. He was far enough away that he didn't know what we were talking about.

He was fifty years old, and then he was frozen by a giant bird... No one knows exactly how long he was frozen, although he said it was not long ago, but I think it could have been countless centuries.

So what do you like to do?

"I like demolishing houses!"

Demolishing houses? What a strange hobby. Surely he can't have the will to demolish houses?

"Besides demolishing houses?"

"I also like taking down tents!"

"Besides dismantling houses and tents, what else?"

Lili chuckled at Gnar's words, "Why are you asking these questions, Yasuo? The little guy's spilling the beans."

"None of your business! We're exchanging hobbies!" Gnar didn't seem to like Lili very much.

"I don't care about you!" Lili replied in the same way.

Gnar ignored her and continued talking to me, "Besides dismantling houses and tents, I also like to dismantle tables, machines, and..."

Gnar talked a lot, but it all boiled down to taking things apart. It seems that the will that led to his birth was related to taking things apart, but it's unclear what exactly it was.

"Oh, right, I also dismantled Corki's plane! But he beat me up, and he also took the Old Chieftain's pipe..."

Gnar's ramblings became increasingly outrageous, leaving everyone except me completely bewildered.