The Legend of Bronn, Warrior of Lokfar

"At this most critical moment, just as the giant snake's fangs were about to pierce the little girl's body, everyone was in despair... Suddenly, someone heard a deep, resonant voice!"

The Nutai man straightened his chest, picked up a chopping board, and said in a deep voice.

"Stand behind Brûlé!! Then a burly man descended from the sky! He smashed the giant snake's head with his shield, quickly defeating the monster and rescuing the little girl... He truly is the bravest warrior!"

"ha……"

The people of Winter's Claw rarely hear such vivid stories. They share jerky and freshly baked cakes with the Nutai, while listening with great interest to the Nutai tell their favorite Bloom stories.

The Heart of Freljord: Even the most competitive person cannot deny that he is a legendary hero of Freljord.

Herren was one of them; he also loved listening to these little stories.

Aurora's mouth was stuffed full of cake, her cheeks bulging out, making her look more like a squirrel than a rabbit.

Udir doesn't like sweets, but he was quite interested in the wines brought by the Nutai.

Even Sejuani, though she didn't participate, quietly leaned against Steelmane, glancing over here every now and then.

"Hey! Shorty, we've heard so many stories about Bloom, aren't there any other legends?"

"Of course! Tall guys! Never think that a Nutai person has no stories to tell!"

The Nutai man telling the story smiled, then his face darkened, and he began to tell the story in an even lower voice.

"Legend has it that in the far north of Lokfa, there was a young warrior who, after drinking, boasted that he would surely die in the most dangerous battle, but the priest divined a different answer for him... He would die of old age!"

"Oh my god, this is great news!"

The people of Winter's Claw couldn't help but say that all they pursued in their lives was to survive. Just surviving was already a huge effort. Wasn't it a good thing to avoid freezing to death or starving to death?

"No! In their tribe, dying in battle is honorable, while dying of old age is the most shameful way to die... That warrior did not believe the priest's prophecy, left the tribe, and sought a battle that would allow him to die gloriously!"

Ara, who was squatting next to Herren, listened intently, her mouth no longer chewing, her cheeks puffed out.

Even Sejuani couldn't help but turn her head away... A warrior with such convictions was clearly more to her liking than a nice guy like Braum.

But Herren's name sounded strangely familiar.

"But he killed giant serpents, subdued ferocious beasts, and slaughtered monsters everywhere he went, yet he remained unharmed... He was too powerful, so powerful that nothing could possibly kill him! And his name was Olaf of Lokfar!"

"Wow! There are actually people this amazing?"

Everyone couldn't help but admire them. People who longed to die in battle but could not be killed at all, possessing such great strength and strong beliefs, were exactly what the people of the Winter's Claw wanted.

Herren was no longer surprised... it was Olaf.

Herren put the cake in his mouth, but bit into nothing.

Looking down, I saw Aura covering her mouth, chewing vigorously after hearing the story.

Helen shook his head with amusement, then asked about the Nutai people.

"So, do you know where Olaf is?"

"That's a good question! Why bring him up? Because..."

The Nutai mysteriously took out an object wrapped in cloth.

"He's nearby! We just saw him!"

He suddenly lifted the cloth, revealing a huge tooth, as long as a human arm, hidden underneath.

"Look! Olaf's spoils! We traded a sumptuous dinner for them; this is proof of our courage!"

"God! Such huge snake fangs! Are they Griffin's?"

"How big must that be...?"

"To think they could defeat such a monster..."

Herren couldn't help but step forward, and sure enough, the panel popped up.

[The Supreme Griffin's Fang: Originating from a griffin of terrifying size, it could have become a legendary monster dominating a region, but instead encountered a monster with a somewhat humanoid appearance.]

"Are you selling this thing?"

"Huh? Not for sale! This is a collector's item!"

The Nutai people quickly put the snake fangs away, treating them like precious treasures.

"Ah, I didn't really want it that much... You're just pretending..."

Herren smacked his lips and scratched his head with some regret.

However, he wouldn't be like Sejuani, always trying to steal things...

Do you know where Olaf went afterward?

"I don't know, but he went south. If you keep going south, you might run into him."

"Well……"

Herren stroked his chin, lost in thought.

If he remembered correctly, Olaf eventually served the Winter's Claws, but the exact time was uncertain... Recruiting Olaf as soon as possible would be a great help to the Winter's Claws.

……

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The banquet lasted until late at night, and the Nutai's small kitchen was bustling with activity as batch after batch of steaming cakes were brought out.

In return, Sejuani gave the Nudets some of the processed food she had previously stolen from the Noxians in exchange.

Surprisingly, the combustion mixture prepared by Helen was warmly welcomed by the Nutai people.

They really liked this "medicinal wine." Yes, they didn't think of it as just wine, but more like a medicine that could treat colds.

The Winter's Claws had a good stock of Burning Elixir, and Sejuani took the opportunity to exchange some of it for food and drinks.

"You're a genius, Harren! You must be a master brewer. We'll make your story into a tale so that other tribes know that Winter's Claw has a master brewer of medicinal wine!"

The Nutai chieftain, the white-bearded old man, praised her enthusiastically, but his words surprised Heron.

Master of medicinal wines...

Yes! The Burning Elixir can help the Winter's Claw migrate, but isn't it also a good medicine for the other tribes living in Freljord? It can prevent the weaker members of the tribe from freezing to death during the migration.

Perhaps this potion could be used to help the Winter's Claw establish connections with other tribes in their new settlement and gain a foothold...

It seems necessary to further refine the formula of the remedy.

Herren couldn't help but look at Alara, who was full and satisfied.

Ara let out a burp. The rabbit, her belly full, looked at Herren with a puzzled expression, sensing that his gaze was a little strange.

"Alright! That's all for tonight, it's time for us to rest, friends!"

The Nutai chieftain roared and shouted, shooing the tribespeople who hadn't had enough fun to go to sleep one by one.

Even the adult Nutai were like mischievous children, reluctantly bidding farewell to the Claws of Winter, leaving these rough people somewhat at a loss.

They finally understood why the tribes here all liked the Nutai people...

The girl who had been diligently playing the flute for everyone also pursed her lips and reluctantly stood up.

"Alright! Reika, especially you! Nunu's been crying for ages, you should go and comfort her!"