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Chapter 110 The Gods of Ionia

A beam of light descended from the sky, shining directly around Radiant Virtue, rippling outwards and magical particles.

In the beginning, the magical particles slowly condensed and gradually coalesced into a human shape.

"vomit!"

Herren stumbled a couple of steps, then fell to the ground, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Sejuani was walking backwards in front of her.

"That's amazing!"

"Right? Ugh... This feels so bad."

Heron suppressed his nausea and struggled to his feet. Perhaps because he didn't know magic, every part of his body was rejecting this magical phenomenon that clearly had spatial properties.

"Are you relieved now?"

"What are you talking about? When have I ever distrusted you?"

"hehe----"

Heron sneered, completely ignoring Sejuani's words.

"Also, if I manage to persuade Ashe—you'd better watch your temper."

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Heron had explained this matter to Sejuani repeatedly, but each time Sejuani would just stand guard with her left eye on the task at hand and her right eye on the task at hand, as if she hadn't heard him at all.

Fortunately, as long as there was no rebuttal, Heron took it as Sejuani's tacit agreement.

Demonstrating his ability to return at any time to Sejuani was his final preparation.

The expeditionary force has already assembled and cannot linger any longer. Helen doesn't know how long the journey will take, so he needs to speed up.

In addition to two hundred warriors, Sejuani also gathered some tribesmen with navigation experience, as well as some tribal members responsible for odd jobs, such as carrying supplies and building fortifications.

The final force numbered four or five hundred men, which, in a sparsely populated place like Freljord, was comparable to an entire small tribe.

They had to walk the entire length of Freljord, since the tribe's ghouls and packhorses combined weren't enough for each soldier; they could only be used to carry the loads.

Urged by Harren, Winter's Claw held only a very perfunctory farewell ceremony before leading the team on their expedition.

"It's rare that you still remember me, Herren. Tryndamere has gone out there, and I'm so envious of him."

Olaf shouted loudly, and he wasn't idle in the tribe either, as not all tribes willingly submitted to the Claw of Winter.

On the contrary, the rapid expansion of Winter's Claw was seen by many tribes with ulterior motives as a giant beast that could not defend itself. Taking advantage of their small size and agility, they even raided the outskirts of Winter's Claw.

At this point, it's time for Olaf to step in. Whenever violence is involved, Olaf is a workaholic, never tiring of it.

Unfortunately, he never encountered an opponent who could interest him.

"I've heard that Ionia is teeming with powerful individuals—I can't wait any longer."

"If it were truly a gathering of strong individuals, then they wouldn't have been beaten so badly by Noxus—I think it's all talk and no action."

A woman's voice came from behind them; it was Fiora, who was on her way back to Demacia.

She had already stayed for a full month, but she did not go back alone.

On one hand, in Winter's Claw, she briefly escaped the sea of ​​suffering that everyone hated, and even became a respected instructor. For Fiona, who was still young and eager for fame, she undoubtedly developed a special feeling for this harsh land in a very short time, and was still somewhat reluctant to leave.

On the other hand, she finally realized that she was really afraid of the cold, and it wasn't just a matter of how much she wore; her constitution made her more susceptible to the cold than most people.

If she went back alone, Herren was really worried that she would freeze to death somewhere and be buried by the snow and never be found.

So I took her with me on this trip to the south.

However, as Zhao Xin said, Fiona had spent only a month in Freljord, and her restless state of mind had been largely calmed down, making her appear much more composed.

This was mainly due to the repetitive work of being an instructor for dozens of days, which instilled in her a strong sense of discipline, and also due to her own personal reasons.

It was so cold—so cold that she didn't want to move; her restless heart had frozen.

"Fiona, don't underestimate the Ionians. They have a lot of skilled fighters there."

"Really? You talk as if you've been there."

"I haven't been there, but I know—putting aside everything else, just in terms of swordsmanship alone, I can name four or five people who are superior to you, and that's just the ones I know."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing that it was related to swordsmanship, Fiona immediately became interested.

She was still wrapped in the coat that Horen had given her, which had now become her standard look in Freljord.

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"Tell me about it?"

"Let me think—have you heard of the Wuji Sword Saint? And the Yufeng Sword Sect too."

"—Never heard of him, is he very strong?"

"Very strong, at least stronger than you are now."

Fiora will become ridiculously strong in the future, capable of fighting Jax, the Weapon Master, for three days and three nights.

Who is Jax? Even if he were using a street lamp, it would be quite impressive that Fiora could fight him for three days and three nights.

So, to say that those people are stronger than the future Fiora, Heron really doesn't have that confidence, but as for the current Fiora—

Putting everything else aside, Olaf could take on three of her.

Fiona gripped the hilt of her sword, her heart itching with desire after Heron's words.

So many sword masters?

Fiona has always looked down on the so-called sword masters of Demacia.

The essence of Demacian swordsmanship lies within the Dauntless Vanguard, but relying on the battlefield would detract from the purity of swordsmanship for Fiora.

The remaining dueling masters of Xiongdu were like chickens and dogs in Fiona's eyes. Fiona had not been allowed to systematically learn swordsmanship because her family hoped that she would get married and become a wife and mother, so she could only rely on self-study.

Now that she can freely learn swordsmanship, she is confident that it's only a matter of time before she surpasses others.

Anyway, Freljord is here—it seems like—going to Ionia wouldn't be a big deal.

Fiona quietly started making her own plans.

As the troops marched rapidly, within a few days, the tribes of Avarosa gradually came into view.

At a glance, Harren discovered that Avarosa's expansion speed in the past few months was comparable to that of Winter's Claw.

This is a bit outrageous. Heron really doesn't know how Ashe managed to do it—could it be a reputation boost from Braum?

"Brown is really in Avarosa? Haha—I can't wait to fight him!"

"What's there to look forward to? Brûlé won't grant you a glorious death in battle."

"Of course I know, but it's rare to have a strong opponent to fight!"

"Get lost, I don't want to come all this way only to make a mess of Ashe's tribe."

"Okay! I'll fight Braum somewhere far away."

"you----"

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