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Tryndamere, he has another more well-known title - the Barbarian King.

The famous Barbarian Three Blades, a real man in five seconds.

He is also Ashe's original husband - married into the family.

Why would such a strong man fall to such a state?

That still has to start with Tryndamere's past experience.

Tryndamere was born in a very small tribe. Although the tribe has only more than a hundred people, it may be a genetic mutation or a gifted talent.

In short, the warriors of their tribe are all very strong, with combat power far exceeding that of warriors from other tribes, and they are fearless in battle.

As the saying goes, the arrogant are afraid of the stupid, and the stupid are afraid of the desperate.

There is no shortage of fools and reckless men in Freljord, but there are not many who are as desperate as the Tryndamere tribe.

Besides, since they were few in number, those large tribes were unwilling to provoke them and willingly gave up an area suitable for hunting for the survival of the Tryndamere tribe.

But because the reputation of their tribe spread, they were also targeted by a street scoundrel holding a giant sword.

Aatrox: Hello.

Aatrox searched the world for a strong body that matched him. When he saw the Barbarian Queen, he immediately determined that this was a good vessel.

But it was only enough potential, and the current strength was too weak, so weak that it could not withstand even 10% of his strength.

So Aatrox broke into Tryndamere's tribe and chopped from the beginning to the end of the village. The young and the wounded in the village were all dead and wounded, and the old, weak and sick also suffered heavy losses.

Only when facing Tryndamere did the Sword Demon show mercy, just knocked him out, cast blood witchcraft on him, and injected his demon blood into Tryndamere's heart.

The angrier he gets, the stronger he will be, and as long as the demon blood doesn't dissipate, Tryndamere won't die.

No matter how badly he is injured, he will slowly recover.

This is not only for Aatrox to train the Barbarian King, but also a backup plan. Once the Barbarian King grows to a level that satisfies him, the demon blood will explode his heart.

"Tryndamere, I slaughtered your tribe and gave you a chance for revenge. Let's see if you can make me pay for my blood debt with blood." 06

"They will accompany you to fall at my feet. Challenge me, mortal!"

"I'm right here, hahahaha!"

At this moment, Tryndamere recalled the arrogant words and wild laughter of Aatrox at that time, and his heart was completely filled with anger.

The boiling blood suddenly erupted, and he took a step forward, and cracks appeared on the solid arena.

The speed was so fast that only a shadow was left in the original place. The audience only felt that their eyes were blurred, and Tryndamere had already raised his big knife and came to Wayne to chop him down!

The knife was very sharp, and with the blood attached to it, it could cut even hard steel like tofu.

Unfortunately, it was useless to Wayne.

A narrow wand appeared in his hand,Compared with the sharp long sword, it was extremely fragile, but when the two came into contact, a crisp ding sound was heard.

In the eyes of countless people in shock, the long sword in Tryndamere's hand turned into a piece of gorgeous petals, flying all over the sky against the never-ending wind of Freljord.

It was obviously a tense and exciting duel, but at this moment, it added a touch of sadness and romance.

Even Tryndamere, who had lost his mind, was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at his empty right hand, his mind was blank.

Wayne smiled slightly and was very satisfied with his move.

After mastering the power of primitive magic, his understanding of material reshaping and transformation has been further improved. Combined with the transformation technique of the main world, his current transformation skills can be called the pinnacle.

Even the void creatures can be handled with ease.

It is easy for him to decompose a long sword that is still a sharp weapon.

With a casual wave of the magic wand, the arena shook violently, and several huge pieces of ice rose from the ground, freezing Tryndamere tightly.

Wayne looked up at the sun, which had just reached its highest point, and then looked at Ashe, smiling and asking: "Queen Ashe, can we announce the final winner?"

Ashe did not speak, and the priest leaned over and whispered:

"Your Majesty, it's your turn to come forward."

Ashe could not help but say: "Don't you think he is strangely strong? Such a mysterious man came to participate in the competition. Will he have any plans for Avarosa?"

The priest smiled bitterly and pointed to the audience who were cheering again below:

"My majesty, if you regret it now, what prestige can our tribe have?"

Ashe was silent.

The Freljord people admire strength, and have always been straightforward, rarely conspiring.

This time, the Avarosa contest was promoted vigorously. If she regretted it now, the tribe might face the crisis of disbanding.

After all, no one wants to follow a leader who does not keep his word.

"I know." Ashe sighed, stood up and announced:

"From now on..."

She got stuck again halfway through her speech. Until now, she didn't know what Wayne's name was.

Seeing her embarrassment, Wayne took the initiative to speak, "Wayne, Wayne Lawrence."

Ashe nodded gently, "From now on, you will be my husband."

The people of the Avarosa tribe cheered warmly. Although the other members of the small tribe who came from afar were regretful, they were not too sad.

If they could not marry Ashe, as long as they could join the Avarosa alliance, their lives would be much better.

There is not much to be said in the bitter cold land. Even for such a big event as the War Mother's wedding, they only held a bonfire party, taking out the treasured food and wine to share with everyone.

Ashe only showed up for a while at the beginning, and then returned to the house on the pretext of being busy with official business. Wayne, who stayed here, naturally became the focus of the banquet.

Many people toasted him, and Wayne was not afraid of the guests.Fear, his generous character also made him more popular.

As for Tryndamere, he was still frozen, and the ice would slowly melt after half a month, but his tribe members were absorbed by Avarosa, which was considered to have achieved the goal.

The banquet lasted until late at night, and ended because the temperature dropped again.

Wayne came to Ashe's house under the guidance of two maids.

Even if she was the queen, the conditions in Freljord could not build a luxurious palace for her, so Ashe's residence was just a spacious two-story hut.

After entering the room, the two maids left. Wayne looked at a room with an oil lamp on, and he was not polite and pushed the door open directly.

At this time, Ashe had taken off the ice crystal crown on her head, and the magic crystal bow was also hung on the wall. The whole person's temperament was much weaker. She was holding a fur book and sitting behind the desk in a daze.

Seeing Wayne coming in, Ashe was startled and unconsciously exerted force on her hands, her knuckles turning white.

After all, she was just a girl who had never experienced anything, and she was only taught by the priest what would happen before getting married.

"Your Majesty is really busy with official duties. She is dealing with official duties on a happy day."

Wayne smiled and brought a chair, sitting opposite Ashe, his eyes moving over Ashe without hesitation.

Ashe had never been looked at so unscrupulously before, and said angrily: "Wayne Lawrence, even if you are my husband now, you must respect the War Mother!"

"Of course, my Queen." Wayne was still smiling, "I respect you very much, and I will always support you in the future. Just watch my performance."

Ashe did not hear the joke, and took a deep breath, "Well, I need to know more about you now, can you answer a few questions for me?"

Wayne tilted his head, "I know everything."

"Where did the woman who was with you yesterday go?" Ashe asked.

"Sindra." Vayne played with his fingers and said casually: "Women have those days every month when they are in a bad mood and go to trouble their former enemies."

Out of sight, out of mind. Sindra didn't want to see Vayne go to the East, so she simply went to trouble Volibear alone.

To be precise, she was unable to beat the big one, so she was going to bully the small one.

That is, the bear people who follow Volibear. (To read the violent novel, go to Fly Novel Network!)

A red man is red, and a black man is black. In the past, Sindra would not bully the weak, which was against her pride.

But now she has also learned bad things from Vayne.

What's wrong with being weak? Who made your boss have a grudge against me? I was angry with the stinky man, so it is reasonable to vent my anger on you.

But Sindra is not a fool. Let Vayne leave a mark on her, and she will not be in too much danger when she meets Volibear.

"Sindra..." Ashe tried to think, but found that she had neverI've heard of this name.

"Where are you from?"

"Ionia." Wayne replied truthfully.

Ashe looked incredulous, "You came from such a far place just to participate in my martial arts competition?"

"Isn't it a coincidence?" Wayne waved his hand, "I didn't know there was such a good thing waiting for me before, so it's all fate."

"Then what is your purpose in coming to Freljord?" Ashe asked the question that concerned her most.

"Teach the Undying Thunder a lesson."

"Who?" Ashe's eyes suddenly widened.

"You know who I'm talking about." Wayne smiled slightly, stood up and walked behind Ashe, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Your Majesty, you have asked enough questions today. If you want to know anything else, you can go back to the bedroom to learn more."

Ashe's face turned red, and her heart was beating wildly. []

As for Volibear and the Undying Thunder, she had forgotten all of them.

She wanted to resist, but her body had no strength.

And there was a voice in her heart that kept telling her that this was her husband, and it was normal for them to do anything.

Ashe didn't know how she was picked up by Wayne, nor how she returned to the bedroom.

When she woke up, she had turned into a white and clean little lamb.

"Be gentle."

After a long sigh, Ashe closed her eyes.

Wayne chuckled and leaned over to kiss her.

Although the two had known each other for less than a day, there was no emotional accumulation.

But it was too common to get on the bus first and then buy the ticket. You can cultivate feelings at any time, but you can't let down such a beautiful time...

Just as Wayne was helping Ashe complete the transformation that every girl had to go through, the atmosphere in a temporary camp in the north of Frey 083 was particularly solemn.

"We only have half a month's worth of food left." A bearded man holding a two-handed battle axe whispered.

"Sejuani, have you made up your mind?"

"Go south... or east."

Go south, and you will have to face the Avarosa tribe, where food is relatively abundant, but you will have to go through a hard battle to get it.

Go east, and you will face the Frost Guards, who have plundered several of their affiliated tribes, but the harvest is not satisfactory.

Unless you go to the Frost Guards' lair, but there are the most elite warriors there, and the result is equally dangerous.

The Winter Claw tribe seems to have been forced into a desperate situation.

"We have other choices, Olaf." The woman riding on the boar was silent for a moment, and said firmly:

"What?" Olaf looked at him puzzled.

"Go north!"

"Are you crazy, Sejuani?" Olaf looked at her in disbelief. "Do you know what you are talking about? That is the territory of the Undying Thunder. You will anger him.. "

Sejuani was unmoved and said in a deep voice: "Olav, even if we succeed in the plunder, we can only survive."

"The resources of Avarosa and the Frost Tribe are simply not enough to keep us alive this winter. Do you remember what Korrik said?"

"Do you believe that legend?" Olaf looked at her as if he were a madman.

A madman even crazier than himself.

"We must believe it." Sejuani looked to the north, "You also saw that no one has secretly fed Korrik these days, but his complexion is rosier than mine, and he even has hope in his stomach."

"So, the Great Elder must exist!"

She clenched the True Ice Chain in her hand, as if to persuade Olaf and strengthen her own confidence.

"As long as we grab the Great Elder, we will immediately evacuate and head east, and let the Frost Guards stop the Undying Thunder for us. ”

Olaf thought about the loopholes in Sejuani’s strategy, but as she said, this was the only way out.

Even if it was risky, so what?

In the end, it had to be a life-and-death struggle.

“You are the leader, make the decision.”

“Yes.”

Sejuani nodded heavily, then raised the chain in her hand and shouted loudly to make sure everyone could hear her voice:

“People of Winter’s Claw! Follow me and take back our treasures from the Ursine!”

“Oh oh oh oh!”

Hundreds of warriors howled to the sky, followed behind Sejuani, raised billowing smoke, and headed towards the North!.