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

Chapter 111 Passing Affection ↑↓ Closed~

With such a sizable force as Herren entering Avarosa, it was impossible for them to do so silently as they had last time.

Moreover, this team was fighting under the banner of Winter's Claw, and thanks to Sejuani's friendly actions, many enthusiastic Avarosan fans had already picked up their cheering sticks and rushed over.

Why didn't you say sooner that the Avarosa people were so hospitable?

"hehe----"

Herren glanced at Olaf speechlessly. He was the only one here who had any connection with Avarosa, so he had to personally step forward to make his presence known.

Fortunately, Harren was lucky. Ashe happened to be in the tribe and, upon hearing the news, rushed over immediately, dispersed the enthusiastic onlookers, and led Harren and the others into the tribe.

Of course, these warriors had been at odds with the Avarosans just two months ago, so they didn't receive any pleasantries. Faced with the overwhelming numbers of the Avarosans, they could only band together and temporarily set up camp on the outskirts of Avarosans to rest.

Then, Harren left the head instructor Fiona to look after these people, while he himself, along with Olaf and several followers carrying large barrels, followed Ashe into the tribe.

"This must be Olaf, right?"

"Oh? You know me too?"

"Of course, who doesn't know the mighty warriors of Freljord?"

Ashe was as friendly as ever. She knew Olaf's achievements like the back of her hand and spoke very sweetly. In just a few words, she had Olaf, who was not very bright, into a sweet-talking person.

Herren even saw a "shy" expression on Olaf's face for the first time. The way he was scratching his head so embarrassedly made him look like a completely different person.

Later, Ashe also mentioned that Braum was not in the Horde at the time. After all, Braum was not a member of Avarosan. He was still the chivalrous hero, and he couldn't always stay in Avarosan. There were other places in Freljord that needed his presence.

Surprisingly, Olaf did not get angry when his wish was not fulfilled, and instead behaved very docilely, which greatly shocked Herren.

Afterwards, Ashe led Horen to her Warmother's tent, which was still in the same shabby state. Ashe still personally poured Olaf and Horen a cup of ordinary mead.

Herren didn't drink it, but Olaf eagerly took it and drank it down in a hurry, as if he were savoring some kind of nectar.

This left Ashe somewhat bewildered, but she didn't show it. However, out of courtesy, she refilled Olaf's glass.

Then Olaf grinned foolishly and toasted again.

Ashe had no choice but to fall down again —

"No, what are you two doing?"

Herren hurriedly stopped Ashe (the first polite person) and Olaf (the second inexplicably polite person), because if this continued, Olaf would get drunk in no time.

Avarosa lacks Demacia's carrier pigeons, making their information even more outdated. Their last impression of the current situation is still from the last time Herren came.

At that time, Ashe only knew about what Harren had said about Noxus possibly invading Ionia and Freljord.

Over the past three months, news has been updated, and Ashe has learned once again that Ionia has been invaded and that Noxus is also making moves on the Freljord border.

Especially after hearing Heron recount the horrific state of Ionia under Noxus's invasion, Ashe felt a chill run down her spine. She couldn't imagine what it would be like if those things happened in Freljord—she would be heartbroken and want to die.

So she made a quick decision and made the promise without much thought.

"Don't worry, I will personally go to Winter's Claw and discuss the alliance with Sejuani—I will absolutely not let Winter's Claw face this catastrophe alone."

"With your assurance, I'm relieved—but I have very important things to do and can't go with you. Can you handle Sejuani's situation?"

"rest assured----"

Ash smiled confidently.

"I can handle my dearest lady-in-law—"

She understood Sejuani's temperament all too well. From childhood to adulthood, Sejuani's bad habit of having no friends had not been absent from Ashe's sight, but Ashe always understood and tolerated her.

The last falling out was simply because Sejuani crossed her bottom line.

On matters of great importance, Ashe is confident that she can reach a consensus with Sejuani.

"Very good—I brought several truckloads of incendiary compound; consider this my apology for Sejuani's rudeness last time."

"It's nothing, there's no need to be so polite between us."

Although she verbally declined, Ashe happily accepted Harren's gift. After all, the Burning Potion was indeed an expensive necessity in Avarosa, and she wouldn't give up this life-saving medicine just to appear modest.

Having reached a consensus, Herren did not linger. He simply stayed for a quick dinner before hurriedly returning to the temporary camp. There, he purchased some supplies from Avarosa and prepared to set off early the next morning.

Olaf seemed reluctant to leave, while Herren was somewhat confused. It wasn't until they returned to the camp that Olaf finally started to have his episode.

He walked beside Herren, his usual energy gone, his eyes deep, adopting a philosopher's persona, and let out a sigh filled with complex emotions.

"Ah—today is truly a day to be remembered in Olaf's epic tale—I met the beauty I fell in love with at first sight."

"???"

Herren froze, looking at Olaf's rough, bear-like face with an incongruous melancholy, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Who? Ashe? Haha—you're fucking not even in the running. The people who love her stretch from Lokfar to Frostguard Keep."

"Oh? Does that include you?"

"Of course I love her, who wouldn't?"

"Alas—it's a pity that she ultimately rejected my love."

"??!!"

Now, Herren was truly shocked, staring at Olaf in astonishment.

What do you mean? You not only love her? You even confessed your feelings?

When? When you went to the bathroom, buddy? Have you two been together for more than ten hours?

"She's different, she understands me—it's just a pity that I am a great Lockfar warrior destined to die gloriously in battle, destined not to enjoy this precious peace."

Olaf looked up at the sky, and glistening tears welled up in his bull-like eyes. At that moment, he no longer resembled a Viking, but rather a Slav who had come to understand the literature of suffering.

"I think this is my destiny, Olaf's destiny—to die gloriously in battle is my final resting place. This is the greatest, and only, sliver of kindness that fate has given me."

"—You know what? Sometimes I really hope you just hurry up and fulfill your wish, you'd better fucking die soon, hurry up and die! That way I can have some peace and quiet—"