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

Chapter 135 Difficult Times

"poison gas!"

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Alchemy gas surged into the jungle again, forcing Heron's forces to abandon another area.

The Noxians continued to use poison gas from time to time because advancing was too difficult and resulted in heavy casualties.

They had never seen such dense jungle, and they always had difficulty detecting attacks from behind. However, the Vastayavas, who were almost one with the Omicaiaran, could always easily keep track of the Noxians' movements.

Whenever progress became difficult, the Noxians would use poison gas on a small scale—they had realized that the protective magic of this jungle had disappeared, and Ambissa had to consider the possibility of accidentally destroying the place.

Although the Vastaya and Winter's Claws managed to hold them off with the help of the terrain, the vast difference in numbers and the occasional wisps of poison gas forced them to retreat again and again, their living space being constantly eroded.

The bloody battle lasted for several days. One night, while wandering around the camp, Herren belatedly realized how few people were left. He had been fighting like a madman these past few days, but the adrenaline eventually wore off. When he came to his senses, looking at the corpses lying haphazardly under the moonlight in the distance, he could no longer distinguish which were his own kind and which were his enemies.

"Half of the staff have already been laid off."

"So many?"

Fiona, who had just finished counting the number of people, walked over, her bangs covering one eye.

Her right eyebrow was slashed and contaminated with poison gas, causing the wound to fester.

Although she applied the Vastaya's secret herbal remedy, the sticky, green herbs didn't look very appealing, so Fiona simply covered them with her hair.

Herren is in good condition. He gets tired, but the constantly stacking Heart Steel replenishes his strength.

Of the remaining Winter's Claws, apart from Olaf, the others are probably exhausted, some having inhaled poison gas, and others suffering from injuries.

The worst off were Vastayavash—with the continuous fall of Omikayaran, swathes of jungle were reduced to rubble in the bloody battles, leaving these hippopotamus people increasingly weak.

Some people even pass away peacefully after a night's sleep, without any illness or injury.

It is foreseeable that in just a few days, Vastayawash will be completely rendered incapable of fighting, and Helen will lose a major asset.

Without the geographical advantage provided by Vastayawash, they were left with no choice but to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Noxians.

"Oh right, that guy, what was his name again—was it cowardly something?"

"Oh, you mean him?"

"What, is he still alive?"

"He died long ago, he died on the very first day."

"oh----"

Herren nodded, seemingly unaffected.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked.

"Should I pray for him?"

"You have to pray for everyone—"

Fiona managed a weak smile and patted Herren on the shoulder.

"You'll die behind everyone else."

"Don't worry, I think only Olaf can compete with me for this position."

Herren smiled and shook his head.

"Let's go see everyone."

The three tribes' territories have been completely merged, since each tribe suffered heavy casualties and they no longer had the space or manpower to support their dispersed operations.

Luo was busy treating the wounded everywhere. He had some basic medical knowledge, but his methods were indeed crude.

Everyone who received his treatment did not curse him.

Just like last time when Herren took an arrow to the knee, although he has a strong recovery ability, he thought it would be good to receive some treatment.

However, halfway through the treatment, Herren miraculously regained his strength in his injured leg, delivering a powerful whip kick that sent Lo spinning like a top, and sent him sprawling to the side to die.

Although Luo was a quack doctor, the herbal remedies he knew were genuine, so despite the overwhelmingly negative reviews, it was still Luo who traveled among people to treat their wounds.

Luo is also a model worker; he even took on the responsibility of dancing to boost morale.

Despite Luo's visibly great efforts, morale continued to plummet.

Even the war-mongering Winter's Claw tribe was somewhat lacking in enthusiasm.

"Damn it, why didn't I die on day one?!"

"Stop saying such discouraging things, brothers."

When Herren appeared in the middle of the crowd, everyone turned to look at him.

In the past few days, Herren's prestige has risen to a new level, not only because of his unwavering loyalty, but also because of the strength he has demonstrated.

Although Heron's own transcendence is still in name only, he can still use Ornn's divine power.

However, this was not Freljord after all, and the replenishment of divine power was extremely slow, so he had to try not to use it.

It only unleashes its full power in the most critical moments to repel an attack.

At other times, he always charged ahead, leading by example.

"Oh? Herren, I thought you were dead when I didn't see you for a while."

"Do you have to say such unlucky things, Olaf?"

"What's the big deal? Everyone's going to die anyway, just don't cut in line."

Herren smiled, but shook his head.

"Brothers, don't be too discouraged. Hold on tight, and there's a way."

"Yeah?"

Olaf asked nonchalantly, everyone taking Herren's words as a morale booster; it was obvious to everyone that...

They were in dire straits, and all they hoped to do before they died was to take a few more people down with them.

However, Herren said confidently.

"Believe it or not, I dare say the Noxians will probably be withdrawing soon."

"Oh?"

Having witnessed the tragic deaths of her people, Xia, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised her head.

"I don't understand, what are you saying—"

"I can't reveal the specifics—but believe me, please hang in there for a little longer."

Herren confidently assured everyone that, thanks to his prestige, the fighting spirit of the people had been visibly rekindled.

There must be a reason why Vastaya Shali said that.

There is still hope!

However, Fiona privately met with Herren.

"Are you serious? Or are you just trying to encourage everyone?"

"Not entirely—I genuinely believe the Noxians will withdraw, but I don't know if we can hold out until then."

Why are you so confident?

"I'm not that confident. To be precise, if you keep nagging me like an old lady, you'll destroy the little confidence I have left."

"oh----"

Fiona fell silent, her face filled with conflict.

After a while, she spoke again.

"Then—can I interpret this as the 'Vastaya's' precognitive foresight?"

"Oh? What you're saying is pretty much true."

"That makes things difficult—"

Fiona said with a wry smile.

"Although it's a good thing, the thought of having to fawn over you—I think we might as well all die together."

"Ha ha----"

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