The Ball Game

Gragas went back to the kitchen and busied himself with cooking. Soon he brought out several dishes of stir-fried vegetables; the dishes looked terrible, but they tasted surprisingly good. 🎉💢 ♕🎅

Since arriving in Runeterra, I've never had stir-fried food in the strict sense. The food culture here is very similar to Western cuisine, and in many places, they even eat raw food.

Eating food made by Gragas now brings a sense of familiarity, especially the spiciness, it's so delicious!

As we ate and chatted, we learned that Sejuani was suffering a series of defeats and was now about to engage in a decisive battle with the Noxus army.

The war had actually started a month earlier, with Rappor and Darius encircling and outflanking the main force of Winter's Claw from both sides, defeating them.

Sejuani nearly died in that battle, but she managed to break out from the War Axe Legion's side and escape into the eastern forests.

Since then, Sejuani has stopped directly confronting the Noxus army. Instead, she rallies her remaining forces and unites with various factions to wage guerrilla warfare, thus slowing down the Noxus offensive.

Because she has not yet fully unified eastern Freljord, and the tribes previously conquered by force are unwilling to exert themselves, it is difficult to organize another effective offensive.

Even more devastatingly, the invaders in this war were not only the War Axe Legion and the Flame Legion, but also Kled's Sandstorm Legion.

However, Kled did not launch a direct attack. Instead, he divided his troops into many groups and infiltrated various regions to intercept and eliminate any tribes that wanted to come to his aid.

The fact that three of Noxus's four major legions have deployed their forces clearly demonstrates their determination. Of course, the reason they dare to do this is because they recently formed an alliance with Ionia and Demacia, eliminating any worries about their rear.

"They'll probably reach here soon; many of the northern tribes have gone to join Avarosa."

"No wonder we haven't seen many people along the way. We initially thought they had gathered to fight Noxus, but it turns out they've all gone to Avarosa."

"Sigh, I finally got the people here to accept my food, but now everyone's left, and nobody's coming back."

"This dish is delicious! Although it doesn't look very appealing, the taste isn't so bad that people would find it unpalatable, is it?"

"You really think it's delicious?"

I can eat as much as you make!

Gragas was very moved and cooked a few more dishes, but before he could taste them, something happened outside.

Gnar has caused a riot in the city!

I briefly explained it to Gragas, and he was very happy to help, even going back inside to get a locket.

In such a short time, the people in the town had been tormented and were cursing incessantly.

When we found Gnar, he was squatting in a corner, throwing stones around wildly and laughing incessantly.

Upon seeing us approach, he immediately ran away. The little guy was clever; instead of choosing to flee in the direction where Riven and I were, he chose to run towards Gragas's location.

The poor brewer's view was blocked by his large belly, and Gragas couldn't see him at all when Gnar ran close.

After several failed attempts to surround and capture it, Gnar was even more delighted. "What's inside this big belly? Let me see!"

Oh no! Judging from Gragas' appearance, he doesn't seem to have any special skills. If he gets gutted by Gnar's Claws, we're doomed!

We're definitely not as fast as Gnar at this distance. I'm prepared to freeze him with the Gale Force if he tries to fight me head-on!

Even though doing this might anger him, there's no other way; I've already taken on this task.

To our surprise, Gragas didn't seem to care. He waved us off, telling us not to worry, and then said to Gnar:

"Hehehe, little guy, my belly is full of nothing but alcohol and oil, be careful you don't get overwhelmed!"

After saying that, he untied the wine flask from his waist, gulped down a few mouthfuls, then let out a burp, his face turning rosy, and struck a sumo wrestling pose.

Gnar rushed over, but instead of running under Gragas's belly to escape as he had done before, he stretched out his hands and scratched upwards.

Unlike before, Gragas wasn't completely fooled. After his hands missed, he rammed into the enemy with his belly sticking out.

A comical scene unfolded: Gnar touched Gragas's belly but before he could even tear it apart, he was sent flying, rolling several times before returning to his starting point.

"Hahaha... the little ball bumped into a big ball." Riven laughed heartily.

"Gnar, Gnar..." Gnar kept calling his name, looking a little confused.

At that moment, Gragas rushed over. Good heavens, just a moment ago he was a pot-bellied, clumsy man, but now he looked like an Arhat descended to earth.

He wasn't wearing shoes; his large feet slapped the ground loudly, and his hands precisely looped a lock around Gnar's neck.

"This Yordle is a bit weak, hiccup."

"Let him go right now!"

I noticed something was wrong with Gnar. If he grows bigger here, the whole town will be doomed!

But Gragas was drunk and didn't pay attention to what I said. Just as I was about to pull Gnar over, he grew bigger.

Caught off guard, Gragas was knocked away by Gnar, just like before, only now the roles were reversed.

Riven laughed again, not exactly being kind. "The big ball was knocked back by an even bigger ball, pfft..."

I was initially very worried, but seeing this scene made me feel less anxious.

The surrounding area was in chaos; some people fled while others continued to watch the spectacle.

"What kind of monster is this? It even sent Master Gragas flying."

"Let's go, so we don't get caught in the crossfire."

"I knew it! The Yordle can't be all they're capable of. Demolishing houses is nothing special; we'll just run into each other!"

After saying that Gragas opened the flask again and took a few sips. His face turned even redder. This wine was clearly extraordinary!

Gnar charged forward furiously, and because it was in town, it seemed even more terrifying than when he fought Tryndamere.

The houses on both sides of the street collapsed and crumbled with his steps. If Riven and I hadn't helped, many people would probably have been killed.

Hearing people express their gratitude made me feel ashamed. If they had known that I was the one who brought Gnar here, they probably wouldn't have been so polite!

Gragas, sensing something was wrong, quickly ran out of town. He didn't want to see it destroyed. His cheerful face gradually darkened. "You're so mean, little guy!"

The two clashed again, and facing Gnar's brute force charge, he charged forward despite his protruding belly.

It has to be said that her belly was incredibly elastic and strong. When the two of them met, it was like two horned animals wrestling, neither willing to back down.

At that moment, I thought of Buck and Baloo the Ram. After Baloo died, he carried ram horns and said he would come to Freljord to find Gragas and Hris. I wonder if he has found them yet.