He Comes From the Void

"Two shots of malt wine first, I'm sorry." Kahn finished ordering wine at the bar, then returned to his table and sat down.

Annie opened her small bag, took out crayons and paper, put them on the table, and drew some doodles during the waiting time. She has been documenting her life in this way.

The people in the tavern looked at them curiously, and some even came to the side to see what she was drawing, when Anne didn't care at all and was immersed in her own world.

"Hey, it's a good painting. A girl and a little bear are holding hands... Hey, where's your little bear?" The boss came with two pinches of malt wine and hot stew, and looked at Annie's graffiti, and said cheerfully.

"Here it is, my good friend Tibbers." Annie raised the doll bear, and the boss raised her eyebrows: "This little bear is not as big as you drew."

Annie smiled and said nothing. She knew that these people would not like the grown-up Tibbers, and she didn't need to prove anything.

"Children are generally not welcome here, but you are much better than those children. They don't have money to drink, and they carve things on my table with knives. If you do this, you will be kicked out."

He spoke in conjunction with the twitching mustache, which made Annie laugh out loud.

"The wine here is good, and the atmosphere is good." Kahn took a sip of the malt wine and was pleasantly surprised by the mellow taste.

"That's right, Brewer Master Gragas is my buddy, and I learned a few things from him."

"Blow it up, I think you only have the stomach to learn the essence from Gragas. To be honest, the troll's urine is better than your wine." A person at the next table seemed to have drunk too much, and said with his tongue in his mouth.

"Then you've drank the troll's urine?" the tavernkeeper retorted, putting a towel on his shoulders and turning around.

"I...I..." The man blushed and was speechless, and the other guests burst into laughter.

Kahn smiled and said nothing. He had smelled the troll's urine from afar. The stench was even worse than the smell of the slaughterhouse. He didn't want to speak because he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere.

Then they drank wine and listened to other guests talking about things.

Among them, the thing about Ashe leading troops to fight against the northern marauders was mentioned the most times, and the situation on the front line did not seem to be optimistic.

Willump also became the center of the topic for a while, and the news that a four-legged elephant came to the city has already spread, and it has become a well-known thing. According to word of mouth, Willump's appearance became more and more outrageous and evil. According to the version Kahn heard, he had become a shaman who was trapped in the form of a beast spirit and could not return to a human form.

Then, people talked about Ashe's blood alliance, Tryndamere.

Because Ashe has reached the age of marriage, many men of the right age in the alliance are staring at this piece of fat, wanting to elevate their tribe's status in the alliance through political marriage.

Ashe's answer was that he was a homeless man, with almost nothing in Tryndamere, and his mountain clan was almost wiped out. It was also because Tryndamere had no political background, so Ashe chose him as her first and only blood ally to silence others and end this political turmoil.

But Tryndamere was not an ordinary person, he was neither a Beast Walker nor an Iceborn, but he possessed an extraordinary self-healing ability. The more Tryndamere fell into anger without restraint, the faster his body would heal itself.

This ability made Tryndamere invincible in duel challenges, repelling many suitors. But most people regard this ability as black magic, hostile to Tryndamere and his clan. If it wasn't for Warmother Ashe to protect them, they would definitely be kicked out by Avarosa.

People in the tavern were discussing that Ashe should take Tryndamere to fight instead of just sitting around at base camp. Although they didn't agree with Tryndamere, and even hoped that he would die on the battlefield, it was undeniable that Tryndamere was like a meat grinder on the battlefield.

"There is something strange about this Tryndamere, and it can heal itself quickly." Kai'Sa didn't think it was an innately awakened talent, but the endowment of elemental power like Anita Liya was innate. What people say is not wrong, it is an evil, unnatural kind of magic.

"This is the power of blood magic," Karn said.

"Blood magic? Sounds so familiar..." Kai'Sa remembered where she had heard this word, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

"Vladimir used blood magic, and they came from Darkin." Kahn said: "It is rumored that the Mountain Clan was wiped out by a mysterious person, maybe that person is Darkin. Tryndamere survived the catastrophe, So the blood magic left in his body became his power instead."

"Why do the darkborn kill everywhere? I haven't heard of any good things they have done. Didn't they all used to be glorious ascenders?"

"Because they suffered betrayal, the obsession of the darkborn to destroy the world is enough to be compared with the desire of the void to swallow the world. Otherwise, why would they be called the destroyers of the world...Let's go back and talk about it, the tavern seems to be closed."

...

Three days later, Warmother Ashe returned from the north with Avarosa's warriors.

At night, she held a meeting in the hall to discuss alliance matters with the envoys of various races. Kai'Sa and Kahn, who had been waiting for a long time, followed other envoys into the meeting hall and attended the meeting as the Warmother of the Notai Clan and her blood alliance couple.

The long night is like ink, and the fire is bright.

The conference hall is not big, with burning torches placed on the beams and pillars on both sides of the wall, and a long table several meters long in the middle.

The envoys all stood neatly on both sides of the long table. Warmother Ashe was facing the door, standing in the master's place. Behind her stood her blood ally Tryndamere in a dark corner, her silent eyes revealing faintly. red light.

Kai'Sa and Karn stood in the farthest corner from her. She turned her attention to Ashe, finally meeting the legendary Warmother.

Legend has it that Ashe is the reincarnation of Avarosa, but Kaisha doesn't look like Avarosa, but she is holding the same longbow made entirely of pure ice, exuding an astonishing coldness , and neither has a bowstring.

With silver hair under the hood, she is a mighty Iceborn, and her arms are bare even in the ice and snow. Her eyes are blue eyes, as deep as the ice sea. Her figure is also very curvy, unlike those shrews who are too strong, no wonder she is pursued by many people. Her expression is indifferent, because...

"War Mother Ashe, I have something to say..."

There was a voice from the side, and an old man with a gray beard who was trembling while walking was communicating with Ashe. Kai'Sa realized that her focus was skewed, and quickly focused on this meeting.