Tedamir.

No one knows where this man came from, he first appeared on the mouth of a cliff south of Freljord, when a group of barbarian warriors who happened to pass by found him, he was already dying, if it wasn't for this group of barbarian warriors who happened to go out that day because they ate too much, then Tedamir would definitely have frozen to death before the fame of Freljord.

What's even more unbelievable is that when the barbarian warriors found Tedamir lying unconscious in the snow, when he was just a teenager, his completely cracked hands, his nails had already been worn to pieces, and only a layer of flesh and blood was left exposed, and the terrifying fingers indicated that the boy had actually climbed up from the bottom of the cliff. How much arm strength, stamina, and more importantly, courage to not fear death does it take?

This discovery gave the barbarian warriors a hint of respect for the boy, and they brought him back to their tribe and reported the situation to their great clan leader. The leader of the barbarian tribe personally received the miraculous boy and arranged for the best physician in the tribe to treat him.

When Tydamir woke up and learned the general situation, he completely ignored his weak body, which could barely get out of bed, and crawled to the tent of the barbarian leader, begging him to teach him a powerful martial art, and he was willing to serve the leader for the rest of his life.

The great barbarian leader, moved by Tydamir's strong will and pious determination, took in the child, who at that time seemed a little emaciated.

For more than a decade, Tydamir learned martial arts from the leaders of the various barbarian tribes like a hungry mad dog, and he practiced tirelessly, willing to serve all the barbarian leaders.

His supreme determination and superhuman talent were recognized by all the barbarian leaders, but at that time he was still unknown, like a lone wolf who stoic.

It wasn't until three years ago that Noxus intended to march on Freljord and was about to take the scattered barbarians first, and when all the barbarians were silent in the face of Noxus's sharp blades, Tydamir stepped forward. He said to the barbarian leaders who had assembled, "Give me five thousand, and I will bring them back alive." ”

In that battle, Tydamir took the lead, desperately charging and slashing, even if he had more than a dozen feather arrows stuck in his body, he still fearlessly brandished the broadsword in his hand. In the end, Noxus, who was too underestimated, was defeated and chased by his brother for tens of thousands of yards with his brother, until the other party retreated to the base camp, and the bloodied and scarred Tydamir was already roaring and refusing to stop his steps, just because his brother had died five times.

That's a staggering statistic, in such a big battle, only five of his own side were killed, and the others didn't suffer too many serious injuries, but Tedamir couldn't forgive himself, he couldn't forgive the Noxians, because he promised to take them back alive.

If it weren't for the desperate pulling of his men, then Tedamir would definitely rush into the thousands of Noxus army with a knife and slash until the last moment of his life.

Tadamir became famous. His bravery and invincibility quickly spread to all the barbarian tribes, and in view of the severity of the situation, the leaders of the barbarian tribes finally discussed and decided to elect Tydamir as the co-lord of the barbarians, the king of the barbarians, in order to save the fate of the possible extermination.

Tydamir did not live up to the expectations of the chiefs, and after quickly consolidating the power of all the tribes, he spent a month driving out the Noxians entrenched on his doorstep, after which he led the strongest warriors of the entire barbarian tribe on the road to revive the glory of the barbarians.

A year later, the banner of the barbarians was planted throughout South Freljord. The name Tydamir, along with the barbarians, rose like meteors into the skies of Freljord. Tedamir, a lone wolf who had been licking his wounds in the corner, finally opened his claws unscrupulously, leading the hungry wolves of countless barbarians to run on the boundless snowfield like a wolf.

Every Snow Mountain person remembers this iron-blooded and invincible barbarian man who is famous for his unparalleled righteousness.

Among them were, of course, Ash. Feeling threatened by the sheer speed of Tedamir's unparalleled rise, she proposed an alliance with Tedamir.

"The result?" Chen Senran listened with relish as Ash told him stories about the enemies he was about to face with his sword, and although Ash's tone was flat and his storytelling technique was extremely boring, the story of the man named Tydamir was enough to attract people for three days and three nights, even if it was told in the worst way.

"He threw my messenger out of his tent and brought me a word." Ash suddenly learned to hang her appetite at this time, and she stopped talking about it, but looked at the cliff beneath her feet.

When the destination arrived, the legendary and invincible barbarian king was now sharpening his great knife in a cave two hundred yards below with his great knife that had killed countless people and drunk countless amounts of blood.

"What?" Chen Senran also looked at the bottom of the pitch-black and boundless cliff, and couldn't see anything clearly, only huge snowflakes falling in his hair, biting cold.

"He said, I, Tedamir, am the man who wants to plant the banner of the barbarians all over Freljord, and a woman who can only hurt people with secret arrows wants me to bow my head? Amusing. Let her wash her neck and wait for my knife. Ash's tone was still flat and terrifying, as if the woman she was talking about was not herself.

"Ha ......" Chen Senran couldn't help but laugh dumbly, "If I have the chance, I really want to have a few drinks with him, it's really ...... Interesting. ”

Chen Senran said the word funny. Perhaps it was from this man named Tydamir that I saw a lot of similar ambition and passion.

"What are you going to do?" Ash didn't have the slightest intention of continuing the topic of Chen Senran, she continued to look intently at the cliff under her feet, she seemed to be more interested in how the man in front of her would deal with it.

The snow was still falling, and the snowflakes fell under the pitch-black cliffs without any reverberation.

"I'm really reluctant to kill him." Chen Senran's eyes flickered, looking at the huge silent space under his feet, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Five hundred Demacian stormtroopers stood quietly behind them, like five hundred statues.

The night deepened.

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It seems that no one has spoken in the book review area for a long time, how about the brothers squeak.

Even if it's scolding me, it's good to write a real TMD boring recently.

Sadism.