-215- The demon slayer of Uwendale

In the remote regions of Demacia, nestled beneath the icy peaks of the Freljord mountains, lies a small town named Uwendale.

It is a Demacian town primarily focused on farming and hunting.

Despite being in May, transitioning into the heat of summer, Uwendale remains cold. Covered in snow and ice throughout the seasons, the influence of the cold air from the Freljord mountains affects the temperatures around Uwendale.

"Here I am again!"

During the daytime, Uwendale is bustling with activity, with crowds of people farming or hunting with longbows and silver knives.

Although it's a small farming town, the people live prosperously.

Among the crowd, a small girl carrying a round shield with a large hammer hanging above it, and a small pouch tied around her waist, hastened her steps, swiftly entering the town of Uwendale.

"Last time I was here, I remember killing a few savages and two flying lizards."

"This time, I hope I won't run into any trouble."

As Poppy muttered to herself, she hurriedly entered the town of Uwendale. Along the way, the people she occasionally helped would say that Uwendale had found the legendary Demon Slayer.

The people of Uwendale even made a large statue for this great Demon Slayer, although he always performed good deeds without leaving his name behind, seeking no reward from those he helped. But how could the just and principled people of Demacia forget the hero's deeds?

Someone must remember this hero, and the townsfolk of Uwendale intend to pass down this story.

This is a great Demacian!

And this excited Poppy; she can finally find this esteemed Demon Slayer.

For a long time, Poppy wandered within the borders of Demacia, occasionally returning to Bandle City, and whenever she reappeared in the Runeterra, Poppy resumed her pursuit of the Demon Slayer's footsteps.

She traveled to every corner of Demacia, even through remote mountain valleys inhabited by only a few families. But even so, until now, Poppy had only heard stories of the Demon Slayer.

The powerful Demon Slayer effortlessly killed bandits, wyverns, and even dragons.

He was also famous outside of Demacia, his stories passed down from one to another. He made Poppy yearn for him.

And Poppy had changed her goal to this legendary Demon Slayer.

He must be able to inherit Orlen's hammer, Poppy thought.

It's just that I'm running too slow, my legs are too short.

Every time, I'm just one step behind, and every time I arrive in a town, I can only hear stories of the Demon Slayer. It's as if he's always one step ahead of me, teasing me in a somewhat malicious way.

He always outpaces me by just one step, leaving me with only the accomplishments spoken by the people.

This little game has gone on for so long that even a Yordle like Poppy feels it's a bit too long.

And the busiest place must be where the Demon Slayer celebration is being held.

Poppy thought so.

"Hey, shorty, who are heck are you?"

Until Poppy reached the relatively open center of Uwendale Square, which was already crowded with people.

A few drunken men, already intoxicated in broad daylight, noticed Poppy weaving through the crowd. One of them, holding a cup of alcohol, drunkenly looked at Poppy and called out to her. He then said, "Hey, are you a hammer or something?"

Poppy, being addressed, hurried over and politely replied to the tall Demacian man, "I'm not a hammer, I'm a Yordle who carries a hammer."

"A Yordle?" he repeated in a daze, then turned to his companions, loudly asking, "What's that?"

"I don't know!" his chubby, flushed-faced companion quickly responded.

"Why are you carrying such a big hammer?" Another skinny man, not drunk like the others and seemingly more sober, curiously asked Poppy, "It looks heavy."

"It is heavy," Poppy replied, but there was another sentence hidden in her heart — heavy for you guys.

"You don't seem like you're from around here. What brings you to Uwendale?" the man continued.

"I'm looking for the legendary Demon Slayer. I heard someone here has seen him?" Poppy inquired eagerly.

"Demon Slayer?" The first man who spoke hiccupped, raised his glass, bent down, and looked at Poppy with bleary eyes, chuckled twice, then exclaimed loudly, "Well, you've come to the right place, little one."

Standing up and pointing to the colorful ribbons hanging around the square, the intoxicated man shouted again, "The Demon Slayer saved me; he's a mighty man."

"Really? Have you seen him?" Poppy, excited, fists clenched at her sides, asked, "Can you describe what he looks like?"

"Looks? I didn't get a good look." Ashamedly shaking his head, he continued, "I was attacked by a wild boar while hunting, and I had to climb a tree, but that damn boar wouldn't let me go. My goodness, you can't imagine how dangerous it was. It knocked down the tree in three hits, and then I fell, and then, then I passed out."

Recalling this dangerous experience, he continued with a lingering fear in his voice, "I thought I was done for, but I didn't die. I fell to the ground, my head hurt, I couldn't see anything, but I still heard the sounds of battle. I heard bones breaking and the boar roaring."

"He's incredibly powerful!"

"In my last moments of unconsciousness, I heard his voice, as if he were gently standing by my side, asking if I was okay."

The admiration and respect on the drunk man's face were evident as he continued, "His voice was so deep yet so powerful."

Although unable to know what the Demon Slayer looks like, over the years, Poppy had already gotten used to this. She didn't know how many times she had asked, and the response was always the same — couldn't see the appearance clearly.

But no matter how many times she asked, whenever Poppy heard stories about the Demon Slayer, she couldn't help but feel passionate.

What a selfless and powerful person!

He must pass the test and inherit Orlen's hammer!

On the side, the chubby, flushed-faced man chuckled and said, "Yes, he saved my family's goats too. One day when I went to feed the goats, I saw two wyverns outside the pen. If, if it weren't for him, my goats would have died for sure. You all know, know how vicious those damn wyverns are."

"Are you talking about the Demon Slayer's stories?"

A passing girl asked curiously.

"Hey, have you seen him too?" The drunk man asked loudly.

"I haven't seen him, but I've heard his stories!" The girl explained excitedly. "My dad is a merchant and encountered bandits while transporting goods. It was him who killed the bandits and saved my dad."

Listening to these stories, the skinny man laughed heartily and raised his glass, "To the Demon Slayer!"

"To the Demon Slayer!"

Poppy stood among the group of people, excitedly looking up.

This, this should be the closest she's ever been to this hero!

In this town, perhaps she can really find the legendary Demon Slayer!

Thinking of this, Poppy picked up her luggage and quickly ran off.

She wanted to find a place closest to the celebration!

Otherwise, the tall Demacian would block the view of this little Yordle!

Hero, oh hero!

Here I come!