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Chapter 112 Sejuani with her pouty lips

In the end, Herren got some peace and quiet as he wished, and Olaf, still grieving his heartbreak, was much calmer for at least two days.

Of course, he put the matter far away two days later and went back to being that gossipy, uncouth man.

Because they knew the way well, under Harren's guidance, they quickly arrived at the southern port area of ​​Freljord.

There are many port cities here, inhabited by pirates and sea merchants, a rarity in Freljord.

The largest of these is Frostholdt, which borders Demacia to the east. It was once occupied by the Avarosan tribe led by Glenna, but it has now been taken over by other tribes.

Heron didn't go there, since they were heading to Demacia in the west, so they went to the westernmost port of Freljord, Glazer.

To the south lies the Lokofa Peninsula, Olaf's hometown.

Herren even asked Olaf if he wanted to go back and visit, but Olaf resolutely refused.

"I don't want to go back unscathed. The only thing that will bring me back to Lockhart is the good news of my glorious death in battle."

However, thanks to Olaf being a local, Helen quickly found a tribe that could rent boats.

Heron had no experience dealing with this tribe that was half merchant and half pirate, so he handed it over to Olaf.

Olaf's solution was simple and clear: trade food. What? No trade? Did he think the hundreds of people behind him were vegetarians?

What a joke! It's a cash-on-delivery transaction; it's clearly me, Olaf, who's at a disadvantage, letting you all go! The entire ship is mine! I'll use half and sink the other half!

Look at these soldiers, armed to the teeth. Their armor and weapons, if stripped off, would weigh more than your ship. And you dare to complain?

Olaf swiftly and skillfully switched from the righteous Winter's Claw under the protection of the spirit of nature to the fierce and ruthless Lokfar berserker, leaving the tribes stunned and prompting them to bring out their best ships.

If they're willing to give us food, we should be secretly happy—in the past, Locke Corporation would buy things for free.

When reformed pirates meet real pirates, these notorious merchant tribes behave surprisingly well.

Within a day, Olaf had gathered enough ships and even found a navigator familiar with the trade routes of Ionia.

These ships weren't large; they were Viking-style longships, which they called wolf ships, and they had a rugged, untamed feel to them.

Herren was quite satisfied with it; it was unique enough and would definitely leave a deep impression.

After all, they're going there to make their presence felt. Even the most ambitious young men know how to present themselves well. We, the Heroes of Winter, also need ships that are easily recognizable and have distinctive features.

After the supplies were distributed to each ship, Herren, Olaf, and Fiona boarded the largest wolf ship.

In the end, Fiona couldn't resist the temptation to go to Ionia and meet more sword masters, and became a member of the volunteer expeditionary force.

Standing at the bow of the ship, gazing at the vast ocean, Herren felt a sense of exhilaration.

He stepped onto the railing, spread his arms, and couldn't help but utter a bold statement.

"I'm going to be the Pirate King!"

"What do you mean? You're not going back to Winter's Claw?"

"It's nothing, let's set sail once we're ready."

"Not so fast, Herren. We need to wait for good weather. We still need to perform a ritual for the sea god later."

"Is it that troublesome?"

"It's no trouble, just a formality—if you're in a hurry, we can leave now."

As he spoke, Olaf leaned closer to Herren and whispered something.

"Actually, I've never believed in this stuff either —"

"Ha ha."

Just as Harren's volunteer expedition was about to set off, Ashe had already arrived at Winter's Claw with her men.

Ashe was not as careless as Sejuani. She wouldn't rashly bring people to someone's door without saying a word, which would only cause misunderstandings. She had already sent a messenger to inform Sejuani in advance.

However, Sejuani still gathered a large group of people to "greet" her, which didn't seem very friendly.

However, Ashe had anticipated this, and she wasn't affected by it. Instead, she greeted the Winter's Claws members in a friendly manner.

Characters like Udyr and Urkas don't actually have any issues with Avarosa personally; they were just drafted by Sejuani to give Avarosa a hard time.

After personally witnessing Avarosa's gentle, modest, and well-mannered War Mother, they even felt somewhat embarrassed.

They're so nice!

But Sejuani was unaffected, continuing to ride Steelmane as if nothing had happened. Even when Ashe came up beside her, she didn't dismount, looking down at her from above.

This was clearly offensive, and even Udyr felt a little embarrassed, worried that Ashe would hold a grudge.

But Ashe has her own way.

She gently touched Steelmane's nose, and then, without Sejuani's permission, she flipped over and sat on Steelmane's back, behind Sejuani.

Sejuani was speechless for a moment, but then Ashe wrapped her arms around her waist from behind.

"Your Juvask has grown so big? Haha, I remember when we were kids we used to ride Juvasks together, but as we got older, one saddle couldn't fit both of us anymore—I think it's because you were too big back then."

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Ashe's words instantly stirred Sejuani's memories, and a feeling of nostalgia involuntarily surfaced in her eyes, yet she contradictorily maintained her cold exterior.

But in the end, she didn't kick Ashe out; instead, she coldly belittled her.

"It's because you were too thin back then. Even though you were about the same age as me, you looked like a skinny sheep."

"Haha, that's why my mom values ​​you so much. Maybe she wants you to set a good example for me?"

"Oh? Glenna—does that really mean it to me?"

In Sejonne's eyes, who lacked love in her childhood, Glenna was the only object of her admiration and the perfect image of the mother figure in her imagination.

Upon hearing Ashe's words, Sejuani immediately felt a little smug.

A slight smile crept onto his cold face as he spoke with an air of arrogance.

"It's a pity that our tribe lost contact later, otherwise—maybe you wouldn't be so weak now."

"So the reason I came here this time is to re-establish ties between our two tribes, right?"

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Ashe said with a smile, but Sejuani just snorted and didn't answer.

Then, she tightened the reins of the steel mane and whispered a reminder.

"Hold on tight, Steelmane isn't as docile as other Juvas—I'll show you around our tribe."

"Oh~"

Ashe smiled, but tightly embraced Sejuani's waist, which was slightly slender compared to her broad shoulders.

Seeing how close the two tribes' war mothers were, the small, unresolved grudges between them seemed to gradually dissolve at that moment.

Seeing this, Udir nodded silently.

No wonder Heron liked this Avarosa war mother so much —

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