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

Chapter 104 The Final Ultimatum

And so another month passed. The thin grass, which should have matured next month, had miraculously matured completely this month.

Its leaves have developed a white, frosty waxy coating, a sign that it has matured.

When Herren first saw the grain produced by the lean grass, it looked a bit like wheat, but the grains were very small, flat and long, with the outer shell easily peeled off. It didn't feel as soft as freshly ripened wheat grains when squeezed; it was more like small pebbles, and seemed to have a very high density.

The old man said that what seemed like tiny grains to Herren were the best-growing, thinnest grasses they had ever seen.

The entire plant is valuable; not only are its seeds easy to store, frost-resistant, and filling, but its leaves are also edible, although they taste bitter.

Its stems are also excellent building materials; they can be crushed and used to fill gaps in wooden houses for insulation.

The grain produced from such a large expanse of barren grass is enough to make the entire tribe celebrate for three days.

The farmers, who had been busy for three months, showed genuine smiles. Even Sejuani's face flushed, unable to contain her excitement, yet she still spoke arrogantly to these "useless people" she had previously looked down upon.

"I didn't expect you guys to have some skill after all—"

"This is all thanks to Haistriel!"

"Thank you, spirit of harvest—spirit of nature!"

"certainly----"

Sejuani laughed and nudged Heron's arm.

"Looks like you were right again."

"It's as if I was the one who made a mistake."

"Then, instead of a banquet tonight, we will hold a grand sacrificial ceremony!"

Sejuani raised her hand and announced to the crowd.

"We worship our tribe's guardian deity! The great spirit of nature!"

Since their migration, the tribe had never held a grand sacrificial ceremony, and Sejuani's promise, which the tribespeople who had fully accepted Haisttriel naturally supported wholeheartedly, was a testament to this.

They spontaneously walked to the edge of the frozen lake, urging Alara to help them convey their gratitude to Haistel, which put Alara in a difficult position.

She was in a real predicament—what should she do? Should she really call out Haistel?

Thanks to the believers, Haestir is recovering, but she is also sleeping at the bottom of the lake like a patient in recuperation. Ara hasn't seen Haestir for a long time, and she is afraid that if she were to actually summon Haestir, her twisted and terrifying appearance would shatter the believers' illusions.

Fortunately, while Alara was in a difficult situation, her clever little sidekick had a solution.

Lux confidently stepped forward, pretended to pray for a while, and then stretched out her little hand.

The lake surface immediately shimmered, reflecting the entire ice surface and making it sparkle.

Lux has begun to demonstrate her extraordinary magical talent. Without Garen constantly urging her on, she has completely let loose.

Even though she was just a little girl, her small body contained a torrent of magic that enveloped the entire frozen lake invisibly.

The tribespeople were stunned by the strange sight before them. They dared not utter a sound, and instead lowered their heads, closed their eyes, and prayed silently and devoutly.

Even Sejuani was stunned, looking blankly at Heron.

She knew Haistriel—and could naturally tell that this was not Haistriel's work.

"That little girl—"

"Yes, a great mage, isn't that amazing?"

"Oh----"

"Sejuani exclaimed in amazement."

"Demacia really does produce a lot of talented people—"

However, she naturally wouldn't spoil the moment by exposing this amazing miracle, but she also didn't pretend to pray either.

She should pray to Lux, that little girl? She's too inexperienced.

This bumper harvest has had a tremendous impact, especially on the newly joined members of the clan.

They witnessed firsthand how the Winter's Claws conjured food from barren land, and they saw with their own eyes that the Winter's Claws were a tribe protected by the gods.

In almost the blink of an eye, the loosening caused by the rapid expansion of the Winter's Claw was re-coalesced.

But then again, why did the slender grass, which was originally expected to mature next month, mature so quickly?

Herren looked toward the very center of the field, where the "Radiant Virtue," firmly secured by chains and almost unnoticed, was flickering with a faint, pale yellow light.

With this thing—those seemingly unprofitable behaviors appear to yield results, don't they?

Just as everyone, including Herren, was basking in the joy of the harvest, Zhao Xin brought a reply from Demacia.

Zhao Xin was genuinely happy for the Claws of Winter. He wanted to join in the laughter and cheers, but the bad news from his hometown prevented him from smiling.

His smile was fake, uglier than a grimace. Only when he reached Herren did he drop his pretense and hand the letter to Herren.

"Why the long face? Has something serious happened again?"

"Alas—it seems your optimism hasn't brought good fortune to Ionia. Presidium—has fallen."

"Oh?! So fast?"

Zhao Xin thought he had brought unexpected bad news, but Herren's face showed no surprise at all, instead, there was a faint hint of joy.

Helen then opened the letter with great interest.

Sure enough, what was written above was the fall of Prehistoric.

It turns out that when the Noxian army surrounded Presidium, Presidium was not prepared for defense.

Normally, when a large army besieges such a city, it needs to make ample preparations for the siege and wait for the logistics and supplies to catch up before launching an attack.

Unfortunately, the commander of this team was Jericho Swain.

He astutely realized that Presidium was not prepared for defense at this time, and waiting would only lead to missed opportunities.

Therefore, he quickly gathered three thousand elite troops from the exhausted Noxian army and launched a surprise attack on Presidium under the cover of night. The Ionians were caught off guard, and almost overnight, Presidium fell completely into the hands of the Noxians.

"OK!"

Herren clenched his fist and couldn't help but sigh.

Zhao Xin: ? ? ?

Are you polite?

"Uh, that's not what I meant, Master Xin—"

Helen smiled awkwardly, pleased that the Battle of Presidium was unfolding exactly as he had imagined.

Therefore, he was more confident about the future development.

"Master Xin, please draft another letter for me."

"No, Herren."

This time, Zhao Xin shook his head bitterly and rejected Herren's suggestion.

"The Noxians have won—for your sake, for the sake of your tribe, I can no longer help you provoke the Noxians."

"No, this time is different!"

Herren appeared very determined, and Zhao Xin could even sense the excitement in Herren about to face a major event.

"It's still condemnation, just like I wrote before, but at the end, you have to add a sentence—in view of Noxus's repeated disregard for Winter's Claw's advice, effective immediately, Winter's Claw will sever all trade relations with Noxus."