: The Mixture?

As Alara chewed on hay and looked up, she met Udyr's gaze, who was craning his neck to peek.

"Gurgle..."

Alara swallowed the hay and greeted him somewhat awkwardly.

"Hi……"

"..."

Udyr looked at Ara with some confusion.

"You're the one the tribe was talking about... the lost one?"

"No! I'm not... I mean... I am! But I'm not a missing person! Uh, no, that's not right either..."

Ara was rambling incoherently, unable to speak clearly, and her ears were trembling with tension.

"Um...please, could you not call for help?"

"..."

Udir's eyelids twitched. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before speaking softly.

"Don't worry, I'm not like those ignorant fools. I can tell you're not one of the lost. I heard what you just said... I am Udyr. You're looking for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for you... You're the strongest spirit walker in Freljord, aren't you?"

"The strongest? I wouldn't call myself the strongest, but I've certainly never seen anyone stronger than me..."

Udyr nodded, acknowledging Alara's assessment.

"That's great... I have a friend from the spirit world who has lost its memory and is lost in the spirit world... I want to help it."

"Well……"

A glint flashed in Udyr's eyes. To an ordinary person, there was nothing around Alara, but Udyr could clearly see a translucent reindeer emitting a ghostly blue glow.

After a long pause, Udir finally spoke.

"Ahistriel? A strange name..."

Aura was stunned, then glanced at Elhastril beside her, and then at Udyr, whose eyes were shining, her face filled with ecstasy.

"You can hear Elhastriel speaking? You can even see her?!"

"Of course, that's why I know you're looking for me... I overheard your conversation with the beast."

"Great! Elhastrile, you're saved!"

However, before Alar could even feel happy for a moment, Udir poured cold water on her joy.

"Don't be too happy yet. Although I can hear it speaking, it doesn't mean I know it... I also know very little about the spirit world."

Upon hearing this, Aurora was stunned, her face immediately fell, and a sense of frustration, as if her long-awaited hope had been shattered, welled up within her.

Even the most powerful and learned Beast Spirit Walker didn't recognize Aihastril...

"The spirit realm is a very mysterious place, beyond the understanding of ordinary people... The only ones I can think of who would know more are the demigods from the early days of the continent."

"God? But...where can I find God?"

Although Udyr gave Alarola hope again, Alarola was clearly not comforted.

The demigods have almost disappeared from Freljord.

Of the three most active demigods, two have already disappeared, leaving only Volibear still relatively active.

But that guy... Ara wouldn't dare deal with him.

"Don't be discouraged, little girl... I don't know any particular deity either, but coincidentally, there happens to be someone in this tribe who is very familiar with the god..."

……

……

Herren still didn't attend the banquet; it held no appeal for him.

He hid in the makeshift furnace and continued his forging. Unusually, even furnace workers like Ian were allowed to participate in the banquet hosted by Sejuani this time, which allowed Harren to work in peace.

His goal was to enhance Sejuani's Bloodthirst Flail and integrate it with True Ice.

Initially, he wanted to reforge a Bloodthirsty Sword, which wouldn't be too difficult for him as long as he had enough materials.

But after several attempts, Herren failed every time...

It wasn't that they couldn't forge them, but rather that the flails they did forge were all excellent weapons, yet no display panel popped up, and no additional bonuses appeared... After the fifth failure, Heron finally realized that it seemed only one of these finished pieces of equipment could retain its special bonuses at a time...

After all, he crafted a whole chest of Heron Rings and nothing happened, so the only explanation is this.

Therefore, the plan to reforge Bloodthirst can only be realized after the banquet, by asking Sejuani to return the Bloodthirst from her.

Although Harren did not attend the banquet, Sejuani specially sent someone to deliver food and drinks. Harren did not like drinking, but he had no intention of forging other equipment at the moment. Since he had nothing to do, he began to study Winter's Claw's drinks.

He took a small sip; the liquor was rather cloudy, a bit sour, and had a faint malty aroma.

Although it's called "mead," Herren could taste that it wasn't fermented with pure honey, but rather ordinary ale with a touch of honey added to balance its rough flavor.

It has a low alcohol content and almost no sweetness, so it's not particularly special. However, if served at a banquet, it can certainly be a large and satisfying drink.

As Herren sipped his drink, his gaze gradually drifted as he pondered the possibility of brewing a potion that could "ward off the cold" using existing brewing techniques and his own knowledge.

After all, tribes still have to migrate. This time they were lucky enough to find a place to settle down soon. Next time, it's hard to guarantee that people won't freeze to death.

It is often said that strong liquor can keep you warm, but this is actually a misconception. Strong liquor not only does not provide enough heat to keep you warm, but it can also create a false sense of warmth in the body, accelerating the loss of body temperature, and you may not even realize that you are about to freeze to death.

Therefore, Herren did not intend to brew strong liquor, but instead used brewing techniques to create medicines that could truly ward off the cold.

However, this is still somewhat difficult. Herren only has brewing skills in his mind. Although he can make extraordinary drinks, quality alone is not enough to give the drinks special effects that they should not have.

This might require some magic... So, where can we find people who know magic? Capture two Frost Priests? Their magic is barely enough to keep people from freezing to death... Should we also capture a few Noxian mages?

Herren racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. Before he knew it, he had drunk all the wine, but he wasn't drunk at all, not even slightly tipsy.

At that moment, his gaze drifted to the snow-covered ground not far away, where Udir, who had just finished work, walked towards him.

"Hmm? Udyr? You didn't go to the banquet?"

"No, I prefer drinking with people I know well. If you invite me, I'll go."

Udyr stretched, rubbed his belly, and looked at Heron... and behind him.

"Hmm, it seems you two get along well."

"It's... huh?! What? Who are the two of them?"

Herren was taken aback by what he heard and turned to look behind him.

On a table not far away, a girl with rabbit ears was squatting, holding a piece of meat that Sejuani had sent over, burying her head in it and eating it with great gusto, her mouth dripping with oil.

Seeing Helen looking over in surprise, Ara wiped her mouth and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I'm so hungry... I said hello to you, but maybe my voice was a little soft and you didn't hear me..."