Holding the Wedding

Tryndamere finally relaxed. He hadn't expected that the beast he'd just fought to the death with was now completely harmless, and his eyes held a hint of respect as he looked at me. 👣🔥 🐍♡

But now that we've talked this far, I don't know what to do with Gnar. It seems like he has no other hobbies besides taking things apart.

I don't know if Lili sensed my predicament or had some wicked idea, but she offered to take on the trouble. "I have lots of big, empty houses that you can tear down to your heart's content. Do you want to come with me?"

"Okay, okay, I apologize. I was wrong just now." Gnar looked especially cute as he admitted his mistake.

"You're not lying to him, are you?" I asked Lili in a low voice.

"Of course not, I'm serious, hehe." She chuckled mischievously, then said, "I originally planned to leave after the wedding, but seeing how impatient this little one is, I'll be going now. You two continue your journey, adventurers."

She spoke slowly and deliberately at the end of her sentence, clearly concerned that we hadn't told the truth.

"Stop mocking us. What explorers? We're just traveling aimlessly. Or maybe... not entirely aimless. I'm looking for people who share the same dream. You really didn't have that dream?"

We were about to part ways, and I wanted to confirm something again. Lili's answer was the same as last time: she hadn't had that kind of dream, but she had seen evil eyes.

Our connection isn't over yet; we'll definitely meet again in the future. But the next time we meet, I'm afraid it won't be anything good.

Lili left with an ambiguous remark and took Gnar away. The two little ones were about the same height, their small bodies looking out of place in the harsh environment.

Of course, no one was worried about the two little ones' safety. If anyone were to carelessly bump into them, the consequences would be dire!

Thank you so much for your help these past few days!

Riven thanked Lili as she walked away, but Lili didn't turn around; she just waved her little hand from side to side...

The Avarosa tribe does not have the custom of choosing an auspicious date for weddings; they hold the ceremony whenever all the invited guests have arrived.

People have been arriving one after another over the past few days, and everyone's gifts are very simple, basically just a piece of livestock.

When Jarvan held his wedding, even though Demacia was in ruins, the gifts people gave were still very precious; such extravagance is nowhere to be seen here.

On our fifth day here, the wedding finally took place in the temple where the Avarosa tribe worships their gods to the north.

The deep sound of horns rang out one after another, and people stood in two rows with joy, stretching from the palace all the way to the temple.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, admiring the newlyweds. Ashe and Tryndamere were among the most handsome and beautiful people in Freljord, and the two of them standing together were a sight to behold.

How wonderful it would be if a camera could capture this moment!

This temple is different from other places; it's an open-air area surrounded by several towering stone pillars, much like the ruins we used when we defeated the fire dragon, except there are no Nullstone here.

There are three statues of the deity, standing in a triangle. The one in front is an ice sculpture, and the two stone sculptures behind are familiar to me:

On the left is a magnificent humanoid giant sheep, which is none other than Ornn, the new hero from the game before I transmigrated to this world.

On the right is a giant bird with outstretched wings and a ruby embedded in its forehead; it is the image of the Ice Crystal Phoenix Anivia.

The ice sculpture in front of Ornn and Anivia was not an animal, but a beautiful woman. Her entire body was sculpted so realistically that even the individual strands of her hair could be seen.

The reason I looked at it so closely was because I felt she looked a lot like the long-haired beauties we see in ruins—the same figure, the same temperament. However, ice sculptures are transparent, and no matter how superb the carving technique, it's impossible to recreate the original appearance.

"Don't you think this ice sculpture looks a lot like the long-haired woman we saw at the temple?"

"They do look somewhat alike, but aren't many beautiful women like that?"

Riven wasn't surprised; what she said made sense, as many ethereal beauties looked like that.

In order, the two first worshipped Ornn, the god of fire and mountains, then Anivia, the goddess of ice and food, and finally the beautiful woman in front of them.

I learned from the priest that she was Avarosa herself—the most revered person in western Freljord.

The couple's wedding ceremony was very simple. After worshipping the gods and exchanging vows, it was over. Most of the time was spent walking back and forth.

Back at the palace, the most anticipated feast was about to begin. Due to the harsh climate, even tribes with abundant food resources paid great attention to their meals.

There weren't a single beautiful woman among the dancers; they were all burly men, as were the singers. Dick naturally joined in and showed off his singing voice as well.

"I can't stand it anymore, I'm going out for a walk."

"Okay." Riven, engrossed in the joyful atmosphere, responded and continued to party with the crowd.

The palace was surrounded by snow and ice; although there was no vibrant scenery, the somber atmosphere inspired a sense of grandeur.

There were so many people attending the wedding that the palace couldn't hold them all, so it was quite lively outside as well. I wandered freely among the different tribes, experiencing their different personalities and customs, and exchanging greetings from time to time, which I found very interesting.

As I walked, I noticed a house next to the palace. Compared to the palace, it looked low and simple, but the location was very sheltered from the wind.

I hadn't planned to go over, but then I saw Bernie sneaking in, so I quietly followed him.

This guy never left a good impression on me from the start. He was mean and vulgar, and after using Gnar, he acted like a scoundrel. Now that he's acting so furtively, he's definitely up to no good!

I followed him into the courtyard, found a spot to hide, and heard that besides him, there was another person inside the house; their voice sounded rather old.

"Is the wedding over?"

"Yes, a banquet is currently underway."

"What do you think of this King of the Barbarians? Is he worthy of Ashe?"

"Completely unworthy, all pale and tender like a gay guy..." Bernie went on and on about Tryndamere, describing him as worthless, and even saying that Ashe was bewitched by him to act this way.

"Didn't you have a match with him?"

"I challenged him to a duel, but his men stopped me..."

So you lost to his men?

"It was an accident, and..."

"Alright, stop talking, you useless thing! I've already made arrangements. Just go back and stir up trouble as we said before."

"Thank you, Uncle Wolf."

"Let me make this clear from the start: while I'm helping you with this, Ashe's choice is her own, and I won't interfere."

"I will definitely get her!"

Bernie left in a hurry, and I hid carefully so he wouldn't notice me.