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Chapter 101 Shining Virtues

Ultimately, Zhao Xin's plan was approved, with only Sejuani expressing some dissatisfaction.

She was, after all, still a young mother of war, and this unavoidable stalemate made her feel somewhat stifled.

As the commander of the Direwall, Zhao Xin naturally couldn't say anything; the decision was left to the three leaders of Winter's Claw.

Sejuani is interested in Olaf, but Harren and Udyr both recommend Tryndamere.

Heron was well aware of Olaf's strength as a newly joined powerful warrior, and in his opinion, Olaf was too reckless; he might get angry if the Noxians provoked him.

Tryndamere is no weaker than Olaf, and is even more composed; he simply lacks seniority within the Winter's Claws faction.

Udyr believed that Tryndamere's people would stay in the tribe, and compared to Olaf who was all alone, they would naturally have many more concerns and would definitely be able to consider issues more comprehensively.

Sejuani thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Ultimately, Tryndamere became the commander of the Juvor defenses, while Garen, who wanted to leave to avoid trouble, became the strategist, responsible for training the remaining soldiers at the foot of Juvor Mountain.

The rest was up to Sejuani to select warriors, Udyr to communicate with Tryndamere, and Xin Zhao to give Garen some instructions—such as removing his conspicuous armor and trying not to let the Noxians discover that the Winter's Claw had Demacians.

Herren, too, had his own things to do.

He planned to personally visit the Black Rook Merchant Guild tomorrow to sound them out, preferably by asking indirectly what these Noxians were really thinking.

The lack of information in Freljord is a real problem.

Fortunately, the carrier pigeons that Zhao Xin brought from Demacia were able to deliver some of the latest news, but news from Demacia itself is slow, and by the time the message was sent all the way to Freljord, it would have already been several times the original message.

"The Noxians have completely surrounded Presidium—too fast."

Sitting in the warm hearth of Heron, Zhao Xin looked at the letter that had been sent from Demacia, which had come from afar, and sighed softly, unable to hide his sorrow.

"Oh no—Ionia is finished."

Although he has been away from Ionia for nearly thirty years, it is, after all, Xin Zhao's hometown.

"It's not over yet, it's still a long way off."

Helen said casually as he hammered away.

Why?

Zhao Xin looked at Heron with suspicion. "Are you Ionian or am I? Doesn't he know what Presidium is like?"

In Zhao Xin's view, Presidium was definitely a major city in Ionia, but similarly, Ionia, which had been at peace for a long time, did not provide this major city with defenses commensurate with its size.

He believed that Presidium was not even as fortified as a small town, and its sheer size actually increased the difficulty of defense—given the Noxians' rapid advance, Zhao Xin couldn't imagine anyone being able to stop the Noxian army there.

Once Presidium falls, the rest of Ionia's main island will be easy for the Noxians to conquer.

"You don't need to ask, but if you ask me, the Noxians can't break through Presidium."

"I really wish I could be as optimistic as you."

Zhao Xin rubbed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on.

"His Majesty has issued a diplomatic proclamation, strongly condemning the Noxians' acts of aggression—"

"Oh? Haha, and then?"

"Then----"

Zhao Xin had nothing to say, or rather, he was too embarrassed to say it—Jarvan III's attitude was clear: he would sternly condemn and resolutely oppose it, but would never send troops to intervene.

Provide all assistance except for helping Ionia.

"Heron, I think you should worry about whether we can stop the victorious Noxians if they return victorious."

"I've already said it, the Noxians can't win."

"I really wish I could be as optimistic as you."

Zhao Xin shook his head bitterly. He could tell that Herren wasn't encouraging him; he genuinely didn't think the Noxians would win.

He simply focused on building what he had in his hands.

This was Zhao Xin's first time seeing Helen forging. He didn't understand forging and couldn't see any tricks to it, but Helen's skillful handling was truly delightful for the audience, as if this "physical work" had become some kind of art form.

"You're so confident—have you already decided to help Ionia?"

"Huh? Xin Zhao, are you out of your mind? You've seen what Freljord looks like. Are you sure that with Demacia determined not to participate in the war, we, the Winter's Claw, are capable of holding back the Noxians?"

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Zhao Xin shook his head helplessly, a hint of guilt on his face.

He could vaguely hear the mockery in Herren's voice.

"You don't understand Demacia—Demacia was founded by a group of people who fled war and banded together for warmth. Under the leadership of a heroic leader, they established a nation. The people there deeply abhor war—even if His Majesty wants to do something, he has to take the will of the people into account."

"Of course, I understand."

In contrast, Freljord is determined to join the war at any time. The people are warlike, and the War Mother's authority is supreme, but reality has shackled the Claws of Winter.

With their strength, even without the help of the Demacians, the Noxian northern army left behind would be a formidable opponent for them.

By this time, Herren's forging was almost complete. Only then did Zhao Xin realize that what Herren had forged was not a weapon at all; it looked more like a "torch".

Its shape is very strange, and the main body is carved with patterns that Zhao Xin has never seen before, encompassing the part of the fire core.

In the past two months, Winter's Claw has also collected some strange materials, such as a small piece of wood shavings, known as "Emperor Willow Fragment".

Legend has it that this was brought back by Ivern Thornsfoot, a tribal leader from Freljord, after his expedition to Ionia many years ago.

Irwin himself remained there forever.

When Harren saw this material, his first thought was to use the life energy on it to create better climatic conditions for the newly cultivated fields of Winter's Claw.

But he wasn't sure if the Imperial Willow could withstand the fire—after all, Ion had chopped it down with an axe.

Herren dared not attempt it rashly, fearing he might damage this rare material that was the only one available. So he wrapped it in iron, replaced the burning part with other wood, and buried the fragments of the Imperial Willow in the center of the torch.

Finally, a strangely shaped torch was freshly made.

[Forged: Shining Virtue - A Divine Artifact]

The wellspring of life, nourishing all things—it has a subtle connection with its creator; it burns, but the fuel it provides is unlike anything else.

[Gain Prism Life Percentage Fragment, Gain Recall]

[Return to Town: You can quickly teleport to the location of Shining Virtue from anywhere]

[The Heart of a Master: No longer just a weapon, but a masterpiece that nourishes the people 1/1]

[Achieved Talent: Transcendental]

[Transcendence: You have attained godhood; it is time to unleash your own divine power.]

[Resilience: Forged five tank equipment pieces 5/5]

[Gained Talent: Resilience]

[Resilience: Your life recovery is greatly increased, and doubled when you are critically injured—what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.]

[Received a new mission]

[This episode is amazing: Forging a divine weapon three times, 0/3]

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