When Tedamir came to this world, he only knew the hardships of survival, because the frozen plains where his clan settled never melted.

While they praise all of the old gods of Freljord, and also believe in the Three Sisters Esoteric Religion, the object of their most frequent prayers is a god wreaking havoc on the ice fields, a strong, unkillable Megatooth Beastmaster.

Because of the scarcity of raw materials that could be used to craft armor, the clan used the materials to forge giant blades to emulate their gods' milky hounds.

The people of Tedamir are known for their physical strength and ability to fight alone. They have the ability to repel invading other tribes, slay the great beasts of the mountains, and fight off the Noxian invasion in the south.

Tedamir became a berserk, fearsome warrior himself, but the real test of his strength came on a special cold night in the depths of winter.

An extraordinary storm swept in from the east, bringing with it icy darkness, and a tall, burly, horned figure, its dark silhouette against the full moon, making it impossible to see anything.

Some of the people in the clan fell to the ground and bowed, believing that the one standing in front of them was their boar god. It was true that the creature was overflowing with ancient magic, but he did not belong to Freljord, and those who prostrated were the first to be killed.

The scene before him frightened Tedamir. The intruder's brutal living sword made him feel a cruelty rise in his heart for no reason.

Unsure of whether it was bloodlust or some other madness, Tedamir raised his sword and let out a roar of challenge.

The dark figure slapped him aside like a bug. Tedamir lay in the middle of the pile of dead, the snow on the ground almost black with blood.

Just as he was about to take his last breath, the thing walked over and spoke. Tedamir tried to hear the strange ancient words, but as his life passed, all that was etched in his memory was the laughter of the thing.

Tedamir didn't die that night. He was reborn in a rage he had never experienced before. He looked to the horizon to the east, and what he wanted was not only to avenge his clan, but also to regain his fighting dignity.

But the plains of his homeland did not give him a chance for revenge. The clan left other survivors behind, none of whom would survive long if Tydamir could not find shelter for them.

There was Noxus in the south, frost guards in the north, and the dark figure came from the east. And to the west, it was heard that some tribes were gathering to allegedly be

In the past, Avarosa's reincarnated subordinates might have shrugged off such mythical rumors, but now he knew that the west was his only life.

Tedamir and the rest of the people reached the valley, and they were almost like beggars. The young warrior was determined to show the worth of their clan and win the protection of the leader of Avarosa so that he could safely think about revenge.

He wielded his fanged greatsword and chose the most natural way for him: to challenge the people here.

With the obsession with the dark figure in his heart and the laughter echoing in his head, Tedamir quickly prevailed over all those who accepted the challenge.

His rage was unsettling to the people of Alvarossa. The warriors of the North also noticed that his ability to heal quickly between fights was different from that of the Iceborns around them.

The more unbridled Tydamir sank into rage, the faster his body healed itself. Many suspected that he and his clan were using strange, unnatural magic, and Tydamir's plan to prove his worth threatened the entire image of the clan.

But not all Avarosa people were hostile to him. Their mother-in-arms, Ash, is seeking a political marriage in order to strengthen her position, looking for someone who can meet her challenger, hold hands with her, and make her king.

Ash saw an opportunity in the handsome barbarian, and she made a promise to accept his clan as an Alvarossa, provided that Tedamir became her first and only blood alliance.

As he spent time with Ash, he began to believe the whispers of others that she was truly the divine incarnation of Avarosa himself. His anger found restraint after thinking twice under her leadership, and a genuine affection began to develop between the two.

Despite this, as the representative of Ash's dueling, Tedamir now sees an uncertain future. The barbarian king could clearly see that war was brewing on the horizon of Freljord, but he also longed for his own revenge, and he began to suspect that his fate might not be by his queen's side in the end

Thanks to his unruliness and rage, Tydamir battled the icefields against the illustrious warriors of Freljord to master the art of combat.

This enraged barbarian wants revenge on the man who destroyed his tribe and defeats all those who stand in his way and his final revenge.

Fighting hardship to survive, he was frostbitten at Freljord, and young Tedamir and his people fought against other tribes over the land's scarce resources.

One such battle changed his life forever. The marauders ambushed the tribes of Tedamir in the dead night, and although his warriors held back the first wave of the onslaught, they were not prepared to face the next approaching shadow.

Wielding a brutal living sword, he uses strange magic to make the invaders bloodthirsty. The tribes of Tedamir were ravaged in an instant.

Seeing no hope of defeating this mysterious creature, Tedamir chose to face his doomed death. The shadow struck the young barbarian hard, and the wound was enough to kill.

Tedamir saw death and destruction consume his homeland, and his life faltered. Nothing remains, nothing but the screams of dying.

Unable to surrender to death, Tedamir was furious. His blood was boiling, his anger consuming it and erasing his death.

He staggered to his feet, grudgingly grasped his sword, and with a single heart, he faced the dark shadow resolutely. But the shadow didn't even raise his sword, instead smiled at Tedamir and retreated into the shadows. It was also the last time the savage man saw his enemy.

Someone plundered his home and people, and Tydamir wandered around Freljord for years, vowing to make himself a cruel instrument of revenge.

He visited all the tribes of the desolation, and defeated their warriors one by one until no one dared to challenge him anymore. In doing so, he mastered the barbarian's way of fighting and transformed his anger into a form of strength.

Sword in hand and anger in his heart, the man who once destroyed the life he knew was now his eternal quest for revenge.