Gnar

مقارنةً بالإصدار 7.22.1.

القصة الخلفية

The jungle does not forgive blindness. Every broken branch tells a story. I've hunted every creature this jungle has to offer. I was certain there were no challenges left here, but now there is something new. Each trackGnar is the size of a tusklord; its claws like scimitars. It could rend a man in half. Finally, worthy prey. As I stalk my prize through the jungle, I begin to see the damage this thing has wrought. I step into a misshapen circle of splintered trees. These giant wooden sentinels have stood over this land for countless ages, their iron-like hides untouched by the flimsy axes of anyone foolish enough to attempt to cut them down. This thing brushed them aside like they were twigs. How can a creature with this level of strength disappear so easily? And yet, even though it has left this unmistakable trail of destruction, I have been unable to lay myprimeval eyeyordle uponwhose it.playful Howantics can it appear like a hurricane then fadeerupt into the jungle like the morning mist? I thrill in anticipation of finally standing before this creature. It will make a tremendous trophy. Passing through the clearing, I follow the sound of a stream to get my bearings once more. There I see a small shock of orange fur, crouching, waiting. I spy on it from a distance. A tiny fish splashes out of the stream and the creature scrambles for it, diving gleefully into the rushing water. To my joy, I realize ittoddler's a yordle.outrage Andin aan hunterinstant, attransforming that! Thishim isinto a good omen. Themassive beast will be found. Nothing will escape me. The yordle's large ears perk up and face towards me. He runsbent on all fours with a bone boomerang in hand, quickly stopping in front of me. He babblesdestruction. I nodFrozen in appreciation at the young yordle and venture onwards. I traverse the difficult terrain with ease, trying to pick up any sign of my quarry. As I try to pick up his scent, a distraction. I'm startled by strange chittering. The yordle followed me. I cannot allow him to disrupt my hunt. I face him and point into the distance. He looks at me quizzically. I need to be more insistent, good omen or no. I rear back and letTrue outIce afor roarmillennia, the wind whippingcurious thecreature yordle'sbroke furfree and the ground rumbling beneathnow us.hops Afterabout a few shortchanged seconds,world he turnssees hisas headexotic and, with what I think couldwondrous. beDelighted aby smiledanger, he holds up hisGnar smallflings boomerang.whatever Therehe can be no further delay. I snatch the weapon out ofat his hand and expertly throw it into a treeenemies, impaling it high amongst the branches. He turns and scrambles forbe it, jumping frantically. I barely get ten paces when a roar shakes me to my very spine. The deafening crack of stone and wood echoes allhis around.bonetooth Aheadboomerang, a giant tree crashes across my path. The bone weapon of the yordle juts out from its trunk. An unearthly growl rises behind me. I've madeor a terriblenearby mistakebuilding.