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Chapter 133 Who Goes and Who Stays?

Herren has made his own decision, but he does not represent the wishes of others.

He also needed to ask himself what these guys thought.

When he returned to the tribal camp, he found that no one was sleeping; they were all sitting around the campfire, each lost in their own thoughts.

They weren't fools, and naturally they could think of some things—perhaps they had already secretly considered what decision Herren would make.

Seeing that everyone was there, Herren didn't keep them in suspense and went straight to the point.

"My brothers, I have made up my mind to fight for this land to the last moment—I'm not very bright, and I took on this mess without realizing it, but I'm never good at giving up—you are different. You are not like me, not the respected Vastaya Xari, but just country bumpkins of Freljord, so if anyone wants to leave, feel free to leave."

After Herren finished speaking, everyone looked at him, but no one replied.

"Don't think I'm bluffing you, I'm serious—don't waste your time. If you have children at home, are homesick, or simply don't want to die, step forward now."

Still no one spoke; on the contrary, it was almost visibly that the group had relaxed a little.

Olaf shrugged and casually fiddled with the flowers at his feet.

"This is a wonderful place; even the flowers seem to understand human emotions—ha, guys, remember when we first arrived, we walked on eggshells, afraid of hearing screams from under our feet!"

"Haha, this is a natural sanctuary after all."

"Please, I don't see any piety in you, Garros. You urinate on the territory of the spirits of nature every night when you get up."

"I can't just suffocate—He will forgive me."

"The Noxians say we're savage, but it seems they're far more savage than we are."

Everyone laughed jokingly, but Herren couldn't quite manage a smile.

"Is no one planning to leave?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, while some simply went about their own business and stopped thinking about it.

Finally, a skinny man raised his hand.

"Um—everyone calls me cowardly Brie, and I think that's true, I am indeed afraid of dying—so I have a question."

Herren nodded.

"speak."

"If—if I die here in battle, will the spirit of nature guide me to His heaven?"

Herren was taken aback by what he heard. Looking at the expectant expression on his face, Herren couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"If you die heroically enough, then I, Vastaya Shari, will personally escort you, you son of a bitch—"

"Is that so? Then I'll stay."

Ultimately, the same question was asked many times, but still no one stepped forward, and even Olaf got annoyed by it.

"Why are you being so indecisive? It's just death, isn't it? Besides, this time there's a rare good reason to die—listen to this, fighting for the land of our birth, haha! I dare say, none of the people of Lockfa will die as gloriously as I will—it would be even better if we could encounter a strong enemy."

"Really? Olaf? Come to think of it, I think I saw your brother during the day—"

"You mean the burly man standing next to that officer? He really does look like him, hahaha!"

"Is that the officer's son? Come to think of it, that old woman is old enough to be your mother."

"Get lost! I'm a legitimate Lockheed Martin!"

"Is the horned helmet you never take off proof of that? Excuse my bluntness, but were you born with a helmet on? Then you should take good care of your mother."

"Ha ha ha ha----"

Among the Claws of Winter, there was no oppressive atmosphere of impending death; instead, they joked with each other as usual, making Herren seem somewhat sentimental.

Fiona fell silent, her face contorted in a frown.

Olaf noticed her and couldn't help but ask her.

"What? Fiona? What are you thinking? You want to leave? You're Demacian, it doesn't matter."

"I?"

Fiona snapped out of her daze, glanced at Olaf, and calmly shook her head.

"I was just thinking about how I would strangle you in your swaddling clothes if I had given birth to you."

"Feed————"

The evening was relaxed and leisurely, just like yesterday.

As dawn broke, the members of Winter's Claw fell silent and began to prepare for their respective tasks.

Some people were polishing their armor, some were sharpening their swords with stones, and some were even chatting with a bunch of flowers, like Olaf—

They each made their final preparations, and when it was time for breakfast, they ate their fill, wolfing down their food as if it were their last meal.

After finishing their meal, they spontaneously gathered together and looked at Herren, who had also been awake all night and was just standing there in a daze.

Herren stood straight, his gaze fixed on the distance.

Faintly visible, dense black lines appeared on the horizon; the Noxian army had assembled as planned.

Ambeza didn't receive news of the Freljords leaving. To be honest, she wasn't disappointed; in fact, she was somewhat excited.

Perfect, we can take this opportunity to wipe out these guys without leaving a single one alive.

As soon as the appointed time arrived, Ambeza, unwilling to wait even a quarter of an hour longer, immediately raised the military flag.

Heeding her command, the Noxian army instantly marched in perfect unison, traversing the polluted land and the ashes of the plants, heading towards Omicaiaran.

The thunderous war drums echoed across the empty battlefield, reaching Omicaiaran and startling Heron, who had been lost in thought.

Coming to his senses, he raised an eyebrow and turned to look at his people.

Not only Winter's Claw, but also Xayah and Rakan, who had heard that Noxus had gathered, and Vastaya Vash, all gathered around and looked at Horen, waiting for his orders.

"What are you looking at me for? I can't give orders, are you waiting for me to give them?"

"Don't embarrass yourself, Herren! At least say something."

What can I say?

Herren pretended to think for a moment before speaking.

"Okay—Olaf, actually I've always hated that you don't wash your hands after using the toilet before eating, especially when I see you licking your fingers that touched Dio."

"Hello!"

"Alright, alright."

After laughing, Herren gradually stopped laughing and scanned everyone present.

"Perhaps I should shout a slogan, but at a time like this, it seems that any grand pronouncements are unnecessary."

Guys, I'm glad there aren't any cowards among us. A lady boar once told me that the strong do the impossible, and I think that just by daring to stand here, you're all strong.

"Alright, Herren, I can't say I'm impressed with your speech—but it certainly stung me! Hurry up! I can't wait!"

"Fine, you bastard—"

Herren smiled and casually raised his hand.

"Then let us fight for our ancestral land! May the spirits of nature bless you."

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