A Great Victory

While I was discussing this with Tryndamere, someone rushed in with news that a number of enemies had been spotted at the foot of the cliff!

Tryndamere was about to send men to defend, but I stopped him. "Those aren't enemies, they're allies!"

"Friendly forces? Are there any people here willing to live and die with us?"

"Yes, you've seen them.๑۞๑,¸¸,ø¤º°`°๑۩ ๑۩,¸¸,ø¤º°`°๑۞๑"

When Jeram and the others climbed up, the barbarians realized that they had indeed seen them before; these burly men, whose physiques were comparable to their own, were the people who had lived here not long ago.

We've gained another true friend—no, a whole group of friends—and everyone is very happy.

The berserkers were all panting heavily. They hadn't taken this route last time. Jeram wiped the sweat from his brow. "Yasuo, what kind of path did you lead us down! We're scared to death before we've even started fighting!"

"Congratulations on passing the test! You came the wrong way last time!"

The barbarians and berserkers, though few in number, formed a formidable alliance that no one dared to underestimate!

The chances of victory had increased significantly, and everyone was happy, except Tryndamere: "Although our strength has greatly increased, the Avarosa tribe is still far stronger than us. More importantly, there isn't enough food here, and we can't hold out for long!"

Olaf offered his opinion. "We weren't planning on defeating them anyway, just to vent our anger! After we've dealt them a heavy blow, we'll head down the mountain and leave!"

"I'm afraid your presence will alert them, and they'll block the way down the mountain."

"You're afraid of too much! If it's a war we're destined to lose, then fight with all your might and gain as much as you can! I'd rather die than live like this!"

Olaf is truly a reckless man; the word "retreat" has never existed in his dictionary!

Tryndamere was no coward. "Of course I'm not afraid to die! Otherwise, I wouldn't have turned against them. It's just that now that I have you as true friends, I don't want us all to perish together!"

At first, the berserkers felt a little awkward seeing the King of the Barbarians as a refined and cultured man, but now, hearing these words, they couldn't help but feel genuine respect for him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have underestimated you, but there's no turning back now. We came back to fight! Don't worry!"

Seeing their pessimism, I told them about the prophecy, "Perhaps things aren't so bad. I came here guided by a prophecy, the second half of which says that a powerful tribe will find a way out of a desperate situation! As long as we persevere, things will definitely turn around!"

"Then tell me what to do, Yasuo. I'll listen to you. Don't let my muddle-headed brother ruin everything," Jeram said.

"You!" Olaf wanted to argue again, but was stopped by Hris once more; he still had to give the Old Chieftain face.

"We'll listen to you too!" Tryndamere declared, making his stance clear.

I never imagined that a simple sentence would make me the team leader.

But that's fine too. Since I've come because of a prophecy, and everyone has come together because of me, then I'll take on this responsibility!

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. Before the enemy attacks, let's immediately formulate a battle plan!"

I don't know much about leading troops, but this isn't a large army or a major battle.

My idea is to stall for time. The Berserker still has some rations, enough for everyone to eat for a few days. Demacia and Noxus are both advancing, and the Avarosa tribe can't keep besieging us here forever.

If they launch a forced attack, let the barbarians resist, and then when they are halfway there, let the berserkers launch a surprise attack!

Of course, it would be even better if we could take the opportunity to escape.

Because the plan was simple, everyone easily understood that if the Noxus army hadn't arrived by the time they ran out of food, they would have no choice but to fight to the death!

Berserkers and Barbarians are arguably the two most powerful tribes in the East and West, respectively. Strong individuals should be irreconcilable enemies, but now they've come together because of a common foe...

The Avarosa attack was faster than expected. We had just finished making plans and the berserkers' camps hadn't even been set up when news came that they had attacked, and the one leading the troops was none other than Bernie!

It seems he wasn't imprisoned by Uncle Wolf, but rather secretly plotting everything, now he can settle both his public and private scores at the same time.

Tryndamere was fine; he was good at controlling himself. But Dick and the others were furious and vowed to tear Bernie to pieces.

Avarosa's army had ample food, sharp weapons, and far outnumbered us, so they quickly reached the mountainside, and the barbarians retreated in panic.

Of course, this is all part of our plan. Once they advance to a slightly steeper area, we should launch a full-scale counterattack!

The berserkers all hid themselves, Gragas also prepared to join in the fun. He wasn't a fighter, but after drinking, things changed!

As expected, the Avarosa were unaware of my presence and the berserker's. They relentlessly pursued the barbarians until they reached our ambush location.

This place was steep and narrow, so Avarosa's army had to march in long lines. At my command, everyone charged out from all directions and cut this "long snake" in two!

The barbarians turned around and struck the snake's head, while we struck its vital point. Faced with the sudden ambush, the Avarosa people were thrown into chaos.

The barbarians and berserkers were like they were having a contest of courage, roaring as they killed their enemies. The brave ones dared to fight them, while the timid ones simply fled.

The chaotic battle lasted only a short while before the vanguard that we intercepted was completely wiped out, and those behind, seeing the situation was dire, quickly fled.

We seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack and chased them all the way to the foot of the mountain, hoping to escape. However, we found ourselves surrounded and had no choice but to return the way we came.

Even so, this battle greatly boosted our morale:

"I've been on the run these past few days, it's been so long since I've had such a good fight!" Jeram was overjoyed.

"You've grown a lot, brother. Last time I left, you couldn't even awaken your berserker bloodline." This time, Olaf didn't argue, but instead praised Jeram.

"Let's put an end to their arrogance! How dare they charge up the mountain so recklessly!" Dick said cheerfully.

"What a fine weapon, it's a pity these guys don't know how to use it!" Hris wiped the steel knife he had just captured, quite fond of the weapon.

Actually, it wasn't just him; many people didn't have suitable weapons before the war started, and they all fought and looted at the same time, much like bandits.

Riven wields the greatsword Fiora gave her for the first time, and the Dance of Broken Wings is reborn, making her even more valiant than before!

Gragas felt regretful because resources were scarce here, and even after winning the battle, they couldn't afford to drink and eat to their hearts' content.

Only Tryndamere stood quietly to one side, lost in thought.