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

Chapter 132 Go and tell them.

The situation is worse than expected.

Vastayawash was the hardest hit.

They were the native people of Omicaiaran. The destruction caused by the alchemical flames had impacted the natural magic here—even though the poisonous fog had dissipated, Herren could feel that every individual seemed to share a sympathy with this jungle, weakened by the destruction of the sacred site.

The others were also in poor condition. Although the Jade God had purified the toxins from everyone's bodies, the damage caused by the smoke was real. Walking among these people, one could hear coughs coming from time to time. If these could be overcome, the blow to morale was the most difficult to resolve.

Almost everyone here had a brush with death, and their hearts were filled with despair and oppression, especially after Harren revealed Ivern's initial sacrifice and the fact that Emerald had fallen into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Herren also learned the contents of Ambissa's speech before the battle: the Noxians would launch an attack early tomorrow morning, and tens of thousands of troops would enter this sacred land, while they, with all their tribes combined, numbered less than two thousand.

The enormous difference in strength left Herren breathless.

And the conditions proposed by Ambissa—which seem to be good news for the Claws of Winter?

The night was quiet. Helen leaned against a tree trunk alone, closing his eyes to rest.

Heron had witnessed this tree being poisoned to death, and then watched it being revived by the Emerald God.

And when the Noxians break in, it may die again—is this the meaning of life?

As Herren was lost in thought, he suddenly heard footsteps beside him.

Turning his head again, he saw Fiona walk over, sit down next to Herren, and lean against him.

She held two glasses of "juice" in her hand, keeping one for herself and handing the other to Herren.

"It's fermented, and it has a bit of an alcoholic taste—drinking it will make you feel better."

"Um--

Herren took a sip of the fruit wine and found it to be sour and bitter, with a rough texture; it wasn't exactly delicious.

The two drank together for a long time before Fiona finally spoke up to explain her purpose.

"I think—we should accept the Noxians' proposal."

"Oh?"

Herren pondered for a moment, and just when Fiona thought he was about to object, he nodded.

"Can."

"Can?!"

Fiona was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, if someone is willing to speak to the Vastaya, I agree—go ahead."

Herren pointed to the firelight not far away.

"Go tell them we're leaving and can no longer fight alongside them. I can't tell them—you go tell them, I'll wait for you here."

"Forehead----"

Fiona frowned, but finally stood up, just as Heron had wished, and walked towards the Vastayan encampment.

This is actually a good thing for Fiona. She is a Demacian and does not believe in the spirits of nature, so there is no need for her to risk her life to protect this place. Furthermore, she cherishes every colleague of the Winter's Claw more than the Vastayan.

She could find some solace in saving this group from annihilation.

But she always had a feeling she couldn't quite put into words.

This feeling reached its peak when she arrived at the Vastaya settlement.

Everywhere you look, there are Vastaya people sitting listlessly, but when they see Fiona arrive, they all try to hide their emotions and put on an ugly smile.

Someone noticed that her wine glass was empty, so they dragged their weak body over with a jar and refilled Fiona's glass.

People would occasionally see her and remind her to rest early and not to overwork herself.

Fiona could only hastily deal with each situation and finally made her way to Xayah's tent.

At this moment, they were talking with the chief of Vastayawash.

"You've done enough—leave now, we'll hold off the invaders with our lives."

"No, how can this be—"

Luo quickly shook his head.

"There's nothing wrong with that. We're one with this jungle, we wouldn't survive anywhere else anyway—we might as well put our remaining energy to good use, haha."

The chief's tone was somewhat nonchalant, but more than that, it conveyed a sense of helplessness.

"Omicayalan has existed for tens of thousands of years; I think it's time for it to end—"

No—absolutely not—

Luo wanted to offer words of comfort, but couldn't seem to find any encouraging news.

"At least, we still have Vastaya Shrine—"

Xia also spoke up, noticing Fiona who had just walked over.

Fiona's face was tense, and her eyes held an indescribable meaning.

Xia was still somewhat unaware, but Luo keenly sensed something.

His expression suddenly changed, because if that were really the case—it would be a fatal blow to anyone.

But then his expression turned to one of relief, though his trembling voice betrayed his true feelings.

"Actually, I think—Vastaya Shari has a greater mission. If this is a resistance destined to fail—He shouldn't perish here with us."

Upon hearing Luo's words of remedy, Fiona felt her throat go dry, and the prepared speech simply could not be uttered.

After a long while, she somehow regained her composure.

"I don't know what you're talking about—Heron sent me to check on you and remind you not to be too discouraged—"

Prepare for the final battle.

"Really?"

Luo's joy was palpable, impossible to hide, yet it pierced Fiona's heart, but she gritted her teeth and nodded.

"We will be prepared. Please give my regards to Him."

"I will."

Luo wanted to say something, but Fiona didn't give him a chance at all. She turned around decisively and left as if she were running away.

When Fiona finally escaped the Vastayan encampment, she felt as if she had survived another brush with death, and a sense of relief filled her heart.

As she leaned against the tree trunk, panting heavily, she looked up and saw Herren standing calmly in front of her, seemingly out of nowhere.

Herren's face showed no hesitation or fear, but rather a gentle smile.

"You're back?"

'

Fiona stood silently beside Herren.

"Can I start packing now?"

"Oh----"

Fiona gave a wry smile.

"You had already made up your mind?"

"No, I said that whoever has the face to explain should leave—but unfortunately, it seems neither of us has that face."

Herren smiled.

"If I were you, I would take this opportunity to quickly find a god to worship, lest my soul have nowhere to go after I die."

"Oh? I believe in Vastaya Shari, is that alright?"

"You really want to kiss my feet?"

"hehe----"

Fiona curled her lip indifferently.

"You've really ruined our lives—if you can really handle this, I promise I'll crawl at your feet and kiss your insteps—I think only God can help us get through this crisis."