313 -307- Ashe and Tryndamere

Rakelstake—

The tribes of Avarosa gathered together, surrounding a certain area.

Despite the multitude of people, the scene was quiet until a voice rang out.

"Are you Tryndamere of the Mountain Clan?"

In the midst of the tribal celebration, Ashe held her Frostbow, and the crowd parted to create a path for the Warmother to walk. Ashe approached a man who was being forcefully held down on the ground.

"Raise your head, Tryndamere," Ashe said.

"Who are you?" Tryndamere raised his head, revealing a rugged yet handsome face.

Ashe hesitated, meeting his emerald green eyes and sensing a dangerous aura, like facing a wild beast.

"I am Ashe, Warmother of Avarosa. Didn't you say you wanted to see me?"

"Food, give us food!"

In just an instant, Tryndamere broke free from the two strong men restraining him and stood before Ashe.

Ashe raised her Frostbow, aiming it at the Northerner's head. She narrowed her eyes, staring at Tryndamere without panic.

"Why should I?" Ashe frowned, looking at Tryndamere.

"Give us food! My people are dying."

Tryndamere stood before Ashe, loudly proclaiming, "I will join you. The Mountain Clan is willing to merge with Avarosa, and from now on, I will be the sword in your hand."

He looked at Ashe's face eagerly, saying, "All I need is some food, Warmother. I've seen that you have food."

"I do have food, but I don't intend to give it to a group of unknown beggars. You say you're from the Mountain Clan?" Ashe frowned at Tryndamere, her voice heavy as she continued,

"The Mountain Clan is a powerful tribe of the North, but you seem like a beast that has lost everything. You and your people appear to be nothing more than a group of destitute beggars."

"I have food, but I won't give it freely to anyone."

But Ashe raised her hand and said, "First, lock them up and check if their identities are true."

Avarosan warriors immediately surrounded them, and Tryndamere frowned.

The number of warriors in Avarosa alone exceeded Tryndamere's imagination.

These people were all strong warriors, elite soldiers in any other tribe.

And here, there were easily thousands of them.

Kastioya and FrostStone appeared beside Ashe, glaring fiercely at Tryndamere.

Tryndamere hesitated.

He was strong, there was no doubt about that. Tryndamere knew his own strength well.

Even that demon couldn't break his spirit. Having encountered such an unreasonable and powerful entity, Tryndamere felt no fear.

He only harbored anger and a desire for revenge.

But at this moment, Tryndamere was afraid.

He was afraid of antagonizing Avarosa, of angering them, of his people dying.

But just as Tryndamere hesitated, a heavy cough came from behind him, interrupting his last bit of hesitation.

And that cough shattered Tryndamere's resolve.

Tryndamere's eyes turned red, and he suddenly thrust out his sturdy arm.

"Get out of my way!"

Tryndamere roared like a wild beast, knocking away the warriors in front of him and shouting loudly at Ashe, "Give me food or else I'll kill you!"

"You bastard!"

"Kill him!"

His words incited anger among the Avarosan warriors.

FrostStone raised his battle-axe high and swung heavily at Tryndamere.

Facing this powerful blow, Tryndamere didn't dodge; instead, he reached out his hand to grab it.

Blood flowed from his arm to the ground, melting the ice and snow. Tryndamere roared in anger, lifting FrostStone, who weighed at least two hundred pounds, with one hand.

"Get him, kill this barbarian!"

The warriors of Avarosa were furious.

Drawing their weapons, in just a moment, the front seven or eight warriors leaped forward, wielding their weapons and rushing toward Tryndamere.

Tryndamere threw FrostStone aside, not intending to kill him, and turned around, arms wide open to face the attackers.

It was at this moment that Ashe suddenly spoke, "Stop!"

The descending axe was only inches away from Tryndamere's arm. Tryndamere's handsome face turned ferocious, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the towering figure.

"Do you want food?"

Ashe walked up to Tryndamere, looking up at the man who was taller than herself.

Tryndamere, who had lost everything and whose people were almost wiped out, looked down at Ashe, suppressing his anger, trying to calm himself down.

"My people are starving to death. I need food to save them."

"But do you know, they're in a state where they can't even eat anymore?" Ashe sighed at Tryndamere, pointing to the old priest lying on the ground, along with a few children. Ashe said, "Feeding them now would only harm them, speeding up their deaths."

"You!" Tryndamere was about to roar again.

Ashe raised her hand, touching Tryndamere's face with the tail of her ice bow.

However, Tryndamere casually brushed away the bow.

This action made Ashe's eyes light up with joy.

Indeed, he could use True Ice.

If an ordinary person touched Ashe's bow, they would instantly suffer severe frostbite. Without retracting their hand quickly, they would be frozen into a lump of ice.

Even Ashe herself, holding this bow, still felt the chilling pain emitting from the True Ice.

"I'll have someone put them in warm rooms first, to warm them up. But this man, and those two children, they are doomed."

"Warmother, please...."

"I have food, but you'll have to rely on your own abilities to get it, Tryndamere."

Ashe smiled.

She suddenly thought of something.

"And, I have medicine here that can save those few people."

Upon hearing this, Tryndamere urgently said, "I'm can fight. I told you, give me food, save them, and I'll become the sword in your hand."

Ashe nodded, slinging her ice bow behind her. She raised her hand, "Clear the way."

The warriors quickly parted.

Ashe looked at Tryndamere, smiling, "Now, go to the dueling arena to prove your words, Tryndamere."

Skin tight against his bones, Tryndamere, almost unrecognizable from hunger, took a deep breath, then expelled all the cold air from his lungs.

"I'll prove it to you."

"War Mother."