Ornn, the Chosen One, a treasure from ancient times!

Chapter 130 Life Magic

"What happened?"

"I've never seen green fog before, it's just like the moss on the wrecked Lockhart ship—my gut tells me that this stuff wouldn't be good for us."

Olaf squinted, his expression unusually serious.

Not only him, but everyone in the jungle dared not let their guard down, after all, the fog just looked like it was poisonous.

"What should we do? Start holding our breath now?"

"Good idea, but I suggest you inhale with all your might. If you can inhale it all, I think everyone will be saved."

Fiona said casually, then looked at her tribesmen and Vastaya.

"Everyone back off! We don't know what it is—but just to be safe, we need to get far away and deeper into the jungle!"

Meanwhile, Harren had also realized the urgency of the situation. He and the Emerald God left the lakeside where they meditated and ran to reunite with their people.

The fog, which seemed far away just moments ago, had already enveloped the outer edge of the jungle in the blink of an eye.

The moment the flowers and plants came into contact with the mist, they immediately turned yellow and withered, and the towering trees seemed to have all their vitality drained away, becoming rugged and dry.

"Poison gas—alchemy gas!"

The poisonous fog spread very quickly, and everyone had to exert all their strength to keep up with its pace and avoid being swallowed up.

The stench in the air grew stronger and stronger, making it impossible to breathe. Everyone held their breath and focused only on fleeing for their lives.

The person who started all this sat comfortably in his tent, leisurely drinking wine.

The colossal stone statue that had troubled the Noxians for half a month became restless the moment it came into contact with the poisonous fog. The moss and flowers on its head and joints withered instantly, leaving the entire statue bald.

Then, even the stones were corroded, as if their joints had been damaged by the poison gas. Xiaoju gradually disintegrated amidst a tremor, turning into a pile of huge stones on the ground.

Ambesa watched all this with a leisurely air, and when the poisonous fog had spread sufficiently, she waved her hand.

A group of archers, wearing specially made gas masks from Zaun, crept up into the Omica Yaran jungle.

Previously, they would never have been able to get this close, but due to the effects of the alchemical fog, this area had become a death zone for living beings. Even the Noxians, who were well-protected, felt a chill standing here, fearing that they might accidentally inhale a little bit.

They didn't dare delay, so they took out specially made arrows and lit the fuses on them.

Then they all drew their bows to full length, without even aiming, only hoping to shoot far enough to reach into the Omicaiaran jungle.

After the arrows were shot, they didn't even look at the result before fleeing in a panic without looking back.

As rockets streaked across the sky, leaving long trails as they crashed into the Omicaiaran jungle, the pervasive poisonous fog seemed to undergo a new reaction.

The fire ignited like will-o'-the-wisps in the air, burning away the lifeless creatures around it. The fire then produced more and more concentrated toxic gases, which in turn accelerated the spread of the fire.

In the blink of an eye, the raging fire covered Omicaiaran, turning the entire sky crimson.

"Cough cough! Cough cough!"

Fiona coughed violently, and the same violent coughing echoed through the crowd—her eyes were even blinded by the thick smoke, and she could only half-open them, her eyes brimming with tears.

"No—we're all going to die here if this continues! We have to get out of this jungle!"

"Which way should we go? I can't find the way!"

The fire was too big, the fog too thick. Looking around, all you could see was the same scene: an endless sea of ​​fire mixed with smoke that made visibility extremely low. In this place, even every breath was a matter of life and death, let alone calming down to discern directions and rushing out of the jungle.

"Don't worry, everyone—Vastaya Shairi and Emerald will save us!"

Luo loudly encouraged the troops, but his voice lacked strength and sounded somewhat weak.

They were the Vastaya birds, the least tolerant of high temperatures, and by this time they were already beginning to lose consciousness.

Although he kept encouraging her verbally, after shouting, he hugged Xia, who was already unsteady on her feet.

"I love you----"

"Cough cough—cough! Hah~ tui!"

Olaf spat out the ash from his mouth and wrinkled his nose in annoyance.

"So—who wants to hug me before they die? To be honest, it's a bit undignified to choke to death—"

Olaf roared, and golden flames erupted from his body, instantly dispelling the visual impairment and breathing difficulties caused by the smoke.

He brandished the axe in his hand and shouted.

"Even if I die, I'll go out and slaughter a few to take with me!"

Meanwhile, Heron and Ion both stopped in their tracks, staring at the terrifying, apocalyptic scene.

Like.

Heron had long known that the Noxians would use alchemy technology in the war—but he optimistically thought it would be nothing more than some toxic gases. He seriously underestimated Zaun's advanced technology.

Faced with this situation, he couldn't help but feel powerless.

He wielded the power of entropy, using the True Ice to dispel some of the high temperature, but it was just like a moth drawn to a flame.

Harren was far from being at his wit's end—he could change his landing point through transcendence and instantly leave Omicaiaran; at the very least, he could return directly to the Radiant Virtue of Winter's Claw.

But for Herren, this was no different from being at the end of his rope.

Are you suggesting he go and escape alone, leaving everyone else here?

He would rather be burned to death here with us.

Herren turned to look at Ivern, only to find him surprisingly calm.

Or rather, he was initially bewildered, with a touch of helplessness and pity, but then his expression returned to calm.

"You're right, Herren—for these guys, simply protecting them won't do any good—"

"Yes, yes, yes, do you think that acknowledging me at this time will help me in any way?"

While covering his mouth and nose, Helen waved his entropy power. The poison gas he inhaled made his eyes turn red, and his chest felt like it was on fire, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

For a moment, he thought he was going to die—fortunately, his strong physique allowed him to pull through time and time again from the brink of death, but it was nothing more than a death struggle.

This is more like torture.

"This will make you feel better—"

At that moment, Irwin reached out a hand and touched his back.

Heron immediately felt the air around him become fresher. He coughed violently twice, exhaling large gulps of green mist from his lungs, which then dissipated into the air.

After doing all this, Ivan closed his eyes and stood straight, like an old tree—strands of roots running up his feet and into the soil.

The next second, strings of pale green energy burst forth from his body, colliding with the surrounding poisonous fog and sweeping away the surrounding area with overwhelming force, spreading outwards from Omicaiaran.