Fierce Tribe

When we parted last time, Sejuani said she was going to reorganize the various tribes in the east, so she made a big fuss, and we quickly found out her location. ♚♞ 🐻💝

Most of the Winter's Claw were very wary of our arrival, but Sejuani generously welcomed us into her tent. "You didn't even bring a gift?"

"I brought a big gift, just in case you're too happy."

"Oh? Your hands are empty? Where did you hide the gift?"

"Just one sentence: Udyr is still alive."

"What did you say?!" Sejuani was very agitated, pressing her two thick arms against my shoulders. If it were an ordinary person, she would definitely have pinned them down.

"He was rescued by a friend of mine and is now in Doco, in northern Noxus. You should know where that is."

"Of course I know, but you're not lying to me, are you? Someone actually managed to rescue him from the Thunder Lord?"

"My friend is no ordinary person, and I wouldn't joke about something like this, but I don't know when he'll be back."

"It is indeed the best gift. How can I repay you?" Sejuani was very pleased with the gift.

"We didn't save those people, and we're not here to ask for anything in return."

"So what are you here for? Just say it straight, I don't like beating around the bush."

"We have received a prophecy that sincere friends will extend a helping hand, and a powerful tribe will be saved from dire straits."

Sejuani frowned. "What nonsense! Just tell me what you're thinking."

"It's about extending a helping hand to true friends. As for why, I'm not sure. It might be related to the war, or it might be something else."

"I think you've made a mistake coming here. We're not friends. Even if we've just put aside our hatred, we can't really call ourselves true friends, can we?"

Sejuani's words weren't pleasant to hear, but they made a lot of sense: we've been so focused on finding powerful tribes that we've forgotten the prerequisite of genuine friendship.

After her reminder, I thought about it carefully and realized that, excluding the Trolls tribes north of the Laos River, only the berserkers and barbarians had a decent relationship.

There's no news of Jeram now. We didn't see him when we last went to Avarosa. We don't know where they went after the rebellion.

That leaves only the barbarians!

Remembering what Tryndamere told me before, they still aren't trusted by Uncle Wolf. Could it be that his sending someone to escort us out was an overreaction?

"Let's go with Riven, I know who she is!"

"Who?"

"Barbarians!"

"So you're leaving in such a hurry, without even having a drink?" Sejuani was not happy.

"I'll definitely drink with you until we're stuffed next time!"

"I never believe such nonsense as 'next time.' Take care!"

A simple prophecy, yet it required several people to interpret it. But we've finally got a clue. This is my third trip to Avarosa; I'll have to be more cautious this time!

It would have been much shorter to travel directly from Demacia to Avarosa back then, but unfortunately I didn't think of that, and now I have to travel all the way from the east.

However, this is for the best. With the war in full swing, the defenses in the south are certainly very tight, so going around to the north is actually faster.

In fact, my thinking was correct, not because of defensive issues, but because I ran into my old friend, Jeram.

They were hurrying along, as if they had encountered trouble. It seemed that the powerful tribe in the prophecy was not a barbarian tribe, but them.

Riven asked me, "Do you know them?"

"Before I met you, Darius and I were in danger, and these berserkers saved us. But they definitely wouldn't recognize me now."

So, the tribe mentioned in the prophecy is them?

"That's possible. Let's ask them what happened that made them rush on their way."

Upon seeing two strangers blocking our way, the group of Great Han surrounded us. They were still the same as before, wearing animal bones on their heads and animal skins, and riding all sorts of strange and wonderful mounts.

With that appearance alone, no one would want to mess with him.

"Who are you two? Why are you blocking our way? Get out of our way, or we'll have to step over you!"

"Wait, I know these two people!"

Before we could speak, a round, fat man squeezed out—it was Gragas. The berserker asked him:

"Master Gragas, are they acquaintances of yours?"

"They're not exactly acquaintances, but they're remarkable; they know a lot of important people."

Gragas didn't mention that we knew Darius and Kled, only that we knew many powerful figures, seemingly to avoid any misunderstanding from the berserker.

Then two more people came out from behind. Although they were wearing helmets and their faces were obscured, I knew that they were Jeram and Hris. They had appeared like this last time, only Olaf was missing.

"Friends, what do you two want by stopping us?"

"I'd like to ask why you're in such a hurry? Have you encountered any danger?"

"The Noxus army is about to attack Avarosa, of course we have to come back."

"Then why don't you join forces with the Avarosa tribe to resist the invasion?"

"Go with them? Hahaha... I'm afraid they wouldn't even look at us!" Jeram laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Could you tell us why? You are all powerful warriors, why are you being rejected?"

"Okay, we can talk as we go. We'll be safe once we cross that mountain and reach eastern Freljord."

Just as we were about to join the berserkers, someone shouted, "Don't let them in! That woman is Noxus Blood Warrior!"

Upon hearing this, the berserkers immediately became alert. Jeram turned around, gripping his great axe tightly. "What's going on!"

"I've seen this woman before. I happened to be doing business in Noxus when the rebellion broke out, so I definitely can't mistake her!"

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? This is a young girl."

"There's no mistake. Later, I was forced to stay in Noxus for a while, during which time I heard that she made great contributions to the rule of Darius and Swain. Although she looks like a little girl, she is Blood Warrior from the arena!"

Jeram was somewhat angry after hearing his subordinates' detailed description. "Are you from the Noxus military?"

There's no point in hiding it now. "We do know some Noxus generals, but we're not here because of them..."

"They wouldn't explain themselves clearly at first, and now that they've been exposed, they're revealing their identities. They definitely have ill intentions! Seize them!"

Before I could finish speaking, Jeram flew into a rage, and the berserkers were about to attack. I had no choice but to reveal my identity to him.

"Wait, let's talk in private."

"You think we're ganging up on you and want to duel me one-on-one?"

Do you dare?

"What's there to be afraid of!"

I only meant to explain Zhao Xin's identity to him, but he misunderstood and thought I wanted to challenge him to a duel.

But it's all good; celebrating our reunion with a thrilling battle is certainly a joyful thing.