One of those "small problems" was Tryndamere himself.
Caleb needed to figure out what exactly had happened to this man that had made Aatrox slaughter nearly his entire tribe with so little burden.
If he truly needed flesh to replenish his body, why would he pass over small tribes and Iceborn, then go looking for trouble with trolls instead?
Caleb had asked Aatrox this question before. His first materials for reconstruction had come from the battlefield at Mount Targon.
The people there had greedily touched the great arrow where that heart was still beating, and so Aatrox, who was housed inside the greatsword, had taken them over.
Mount Targon bordered Shurima, and Caleb roughly knew that the two sides had carried old grudges for a long time, so on that matter, he did not intend to say much.
But Caleb personally felt that Aatrox had been fairly well-behaved in the Freljord.
At the very least, he had not been running around looking for people to kill. Instead, he had found a troll lair and unleashed World Ender inside.
The fact that he was willing to do something that troublesome made Caleb's impression of this Darkin much better.
But why, then, had he slaughtered Tryndamere's tribe instead?
"Tryndamere, can you tell me what kind of life you lived before entering the Avarosan, before that night of slaughter?"
Caleb's question was already quite polite.
After all, the Ildhaurg he had heard about was only a demigod who loved causing massive destruction and venting his anger.
To others, the Tusked Lord sounded imposing and terrifying.
But to Caleb, wasn't that just something that threw tantrums all day?
Every day, aside from eating, it vented its excessive energy.
In the Freljord, Caleb really could not understand their worship of so-called "primal" things.
If this were Shurima, Caleb was certain that this giant wild boar would have become part of the dust kicked up in the desert long ago.
For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.
In truth, Anivia understood human life to some extent as well, but she said nothing.
Unlike the Winter's Claw, who knew what they were doing and maintained a silent understanding with the Avarosan, Tryndamere's former tribe spent every day doing nothing but raiding for food and destroying things.
It was not destruction with any kind of purpose. Instead, like the demigod they worshiped, they wantonly destroyed anything they relied on to survive, as well as things that did not matter at all.
Tryndamere said nothing, but Caleb had already guessed a thing or two.
What kind of people the Ursine were, the Winter's Claw knew very clearly.
Why had they ended the alliance, even though Sejuani had risked her life and faced Volibear directly to obtain it?
"Then I can announce some bad news to you."
"The god you worshiped has already been killed. At this moment, it is probably attached to you in the form of a spirit."
Tryndamere looked at Aatrox, who was wearing a mocking smile, and remembered the whispers from that day.
Amid the spinning world and chaos, he remembered. He finally remembered what the other party had whispered that night.
"I shall take the body of your god. Let his strong-looking but hollow soul hide inside you."
That was Tryndamere's nightmare, and the way Ashe looked at him changed as well.
Ashe did not mind that a tribe that had once destroyed things wantonly could, after suffering hardship, help the Avarosan with its strength. As long as it could do that, it was not a problem.
Tryndamere's strange state in battle now had an explanation as well. It was Ildhaurg's spirit protecting him here.
This was a curse, and also a gift.
As a demigod, he would certainly want to return.
Tryndamere had essentially been fighting with a power he could lose at any moment hidden inside him.
"Perhaps our relationship needs to be reconsidered."
Ashe spoke in a low voice.
To Tryndamere, that was even more like a bolt from a clear sky.
The Freljord was a matriarchal society. Once a Warmother spoke, there was no room to turn back.
Not to mention that she had said it in front of another Warmother.
Volibear looked at this young man with something like appreciation.
As expected of the man he had chosen. His judgment really had not been wrong.
This man truly did not seem like someone born anywhere in this world.
Volibear had never seen people from other places. However, long, long ago, ever since humanity was born, he had known that this person was fundamentally different from the people born of this world.
For ordinary humans, the "rune circuits" in their bodies determined their talent in magic.
For example, Sejuani and Ashe had extremely excellent circuits inside their bodies, allowing them to bring the "power of ice" between heaven and earth to its greatest limit.
The total amount of rune energy they carried was not bad either. Becoming Warmothers was only a matter of time.
As for ordinary people, the rune energy in their bodies was relatively sparse, but it was not zero.
The rune circuits within their bodies were like pipes laid by a terrible craftsman, messy and disordered, obstructing one another.
Because of that, it required tremendous effort to straighten out the complete mess of "circuits" within their bodies.
But Caleb had no circuits.
Nor did he have any rune energy of his own.
Yet even so, he could still use rune energy, and even summon the Freljord's most...
Almost solely because of this, Volibear could confirm that Caleb did not count as a human of the material realm.
At the very least, he was not the most common kind of human.
Caleb had no idea what the rough-looking Volibear was considering at this moment.
And Ornn understood why his foul-tempered younger brother was so willing to listen to that man.
After scanning him carefully, Ornn also understood for a moment.
This human was not nearly as simple as he looked.
In that case, the credibility of what he knew about these matters rose rapidly as well.
"The Freljord needs to avoid civil war from now on. After we face that great war, you can argue over who was right. How does that sound?"
Caleb lightly patted the shoulders of the two Warmothers and spoke softly.
This was also one of the main reasons he had come here.
"What about you?"
Olaf was very concerned about where his good friend would go next.
"I still have an entire city to manage. Once Lissandra sends the signal, I'll arrive as quickly as possible."
In truth, if the portal Yuumi left behind was in a good position, Caleb would not even need a full day to regroup with the main force.
"Congratulations. You found the way you want to die, huh?"
"Of course!"
Olaf opened his mouth wide and laughed.
"What could be a more glorious death than dying in a war even demigods have to take part in?"
Olaf had seen the consequences for the old berserker in his village who had lived too long.
His daily hunting nearly exhausted all his strength, and he had to suffer the contempt of every other warrior.
All his former glory had become nothing but foam, and his comrades had long since gone.
All he could do was sigh and continue struggling to survive.
Olaf did not want a day like that to come for him.
"So that's it. No wonder the spirits were calling to me so urgently."
Udyr, the genius spirit shaman, also fell into thought. What made it rather awkward was that among the spirits he had connected with, three were standing right in front of him.
"Then let us form the pact."
Caleb's calm voice echoed throughout the entire hall.
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