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Chapter 98 The Barbarian King

"Avarosa—too far away, no, I mean—Winter's Claw is better."

Tryndamere, who wasn't very good at speaking, explained for a long time before finally managing to make things clear.

He was inherently proud and irritable, and being forced to lower his stance made his speech naturally stutter. However, Harren was able to piece together the whole story. Tryndamere's life trajectory in the first half was no different from what he remembered: his tribe was destroyed, and he wandered with the remaining tribesmen—according to the original timeline, he should have ended up in Avarosa.

However, Tryndamere's original tribe was in the north, while Winter's Claw in this timeline had migrated to the south, and happened to be blocking the only way to Avarosa.

And coincidentally, the Winter's Claw, under the influence of Harren, has begun to aggressively recruit foreign tribes, making it seem like a good option to join, just like Avarosa.

Tryndamere didn't go far because his people were starving to death every day—so he came to Winter's Claw, which was the closest available location.

Tryndamere's strength goes without saying. Sejuani wasn't so naive as to not recognize his worth and gladly kept this expert, treating him very well. His people also benefited greatly and never had to worry about food or drink again.

This was something Sejuani did without thinking, but she was helping Tryndamere, who was at his lowest point, and saving his most cherished people.

Tryndamere rightfully swore allegiance to Sejuani and became part of the Winter's Claws.

The whole story has been figured out, but this—

After finishing speaking, Tryndamere said in a rather subdued tone.

"Should I... not be here?"

Helen slapped his forehead, finally realizing he had done something foolish, provoking the barbarian king who was as sensitive as a floating duckweed.

He quickly and warmly put his arm around Tedamir's shoulder.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I just never expected that a powerful person like you would come to our tribe—good heavens, no one told me about such a great thing?"

"Ha! Who are you talking about? Tryndamere?"

The banquet had just begun when Olaf, who was already quite drunk, stumbled and bumped into us.

"He's a real expert. I've fought him several times. He's a monster—hiccup, he gets fiercer the more he fights. Heron, he's much more interesting than you! At least he doesn't back down!"

"Get lost! Go drink your wine! Only a fool would spend a whole day fighting with a blockhead like you—"

"Haha, you fought for so long back then, so you're kind of—half an idiot?"

The laughter and cheerful conversation finally eased Tryndamere's tension, and he felt a sense of goodwill from Harren, which made him feel somewhat flattered.

He couldn't help but ask.

Have you heard of me?

"Of course, you are the strongest warrior I've ever heard of in Freljord—"

Aside from the three gods, Braum, Olaf, Sejuani, Udyr, and so on.

However, Tryndamere is also in the top tier.

Hearing Harren's approval of him, Tryndamere was extremely grateful, feeling that joining Winter's Claw was the wisest decision he had ever made.

The fact that both the top leader and the second-in-command value him so much means that his people will no longer have to worry about going hungry or freezing.

Sorry, Ashe—Winter's Claw is in dire need of manpower, and we will hold off the Noxians at all costs!

Heron looked at Tryndamere and slowly shook his head.

"Master Herren—why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh—it's nothing, haha—"

With Harren's deliberate efforts to win him over, Tryndamere was finally able to relax and become less reserved.

He was mature beyond his years, much more composed than his peers. Although anger was his source of power, one could tell from getting to know him that when he wasn't fighting, he was kind and calm, speaking softly and gently—though his voice was rather rough, which felt somewhat incongruous.

Moreover, with Olaf leading the way, a group of old men from Winter's Claw immediately united and enthusiastically got Tryndamere drunk.

Tryndamere naturally accepted all offers and got drunk very quickly. However, unlike Olaf, he didn't act crazy when he was drunk. He just tilted his head, stiffened his neck, slammed his head on the table, and fell into a deep sleep, impossible to wake up.

After the banquet, Herren arranged for someone to take Tryndamere back, while Sejuani's table was also filled with joy.

Since her embarrassing drunken incident last time, Sejuani has been very restrained, always stopping when she's almost done drinking. So, although she smelled of alcohol, she was fine.

He simply swayed and walked over casually, then suddenly hugged Herren, gave him a hard kiss on the face, and went back to sleep laughing.

Herren winced as he touched the teeth marks on his face and wiped away his saliva, which reeked of alcohol, looking somewhat bewildered.

The Demacian warriors were all quite drunk, except for Zhao Xin, who was the most restrained and didn't actually drink too much, though his face was a little red.

He walked over with a smile and patted Herren on the shoulder.

"It seems you have a very special relationship with your War Mother?"

"Of course, but it depends on what kind of unusual thing you're referring to."

"Haha—I never expected that your War Mother would be one of the most outstanding women I have ever met."

As for why he was one of them, Zhao Xin actually respected their Grand Marshal very much.

Interestingly, Tiana was quite dissatisfied with Zhao Xin, and even made sarcastic remarks on several occasions, simply because Zhao Xin was an Ionian, which this noblewoman from Xiongdu felt was very unfair.

When Jarvan II died, Jarvan III wanted to appoint Xin Zhao as the governor of Demacia, and Tiana was the one who most vehemently opposed it.

Zhao Xin was already used to the strange looks and didn't care. He had even publicly expressed his respect for Tiana on several occasions, but he was always met with indifference.

"It seems that our Majesty no longer needs to worry—the Winter's Claw is indeed a tribe capable of resisting the power of Noxus."

"We'll need your help. These guys are good at fighting, but they might not be so good against the Noxians."

Zhao Xin smiled and waved his hand.

"However, your War Mother really values ​​you highly. Once she mentions you, she never stops talking, asking all sorts of questions—oh dear, I didn't see you much when you were in Xiongdu, so I couldn't answer any of them. It was really difficult for me—"

"Ha ha----"

"There's just one thing, your War Mother keeps asking me a strange question—she asks, 'You've been in Demacia for so long, have you made any oaths with anyone in Demacia?' What kind of question is that? Have you made any oaths with anyone?"

"Forehead----"

Herren paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"It's nothing! It's just a tradition of Freljord!"

"Tradition? Are oaths also related to tradition?"

Zhao Xin nodded knowingly, naively believing that the Freljords valued promises highly and regarded oaths as sacred.

Little did he know, he was about to find out what "taking an oath" meant.