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Chapter 114 Landing in Ionia

Thanks to the experienced navigator on board and the finest wolf ship in Freljord, Heron's voyage went very smoothly.

The wolf ship was extremely fast, and in just over ten days, Heron was already able to see the outline of the Ionia Islands.

Along the way, they encountered pirates quite often, but the Winter's Claw's massive fleet and its menacing wolf ships invariably scared them away.

This isn't some kind of incense—if you didn't know better, you'd think it was One Piece on an outing.

It wasn't until they approached the coastline of Ionia that Heron and his companions encountered their true adversaries.

The Noxian fleet.

It's a well-worn topic, but Freljord is still essentially a Clash of Clans version of the game. Even the best ships in the region are like tiny karaomis when facing the fleet of a great empire like Noxus.

Those massive warships didn't need to do anything; they could simply sail straight over and ram all those weak wolf ships.

Fortunately, small boats have their advantages. The wolf ships were obviously faster than the massive Noxian fleet. With Winter's Claw deliberately avoiding them and even lowering the Winter's Claw flag to disguise themselves as ordinary pirates, they did not attract the attention of the Noxians.

However, because of the Noxians' strong ships, they had already occupied all the important ports in the Ionia Islands. Heron wandered around the Ionian coastline for several days but did not see a single port that did not fly the Noxian flag.

Finally, they quietly slipped into the inland sea between the Ionian islands and anchored their boat on a deserted beach on the main island.

"That was a close call, Herren."

As soon as he got off the ship, Olaf couldn't help but complain.

"I have a feeling we were almost there—we were just about to be fed to the fish in the sea. Just thinking about dying like that is so undignified!"

"Heh, that depends on which big fish with a strong palate is willing to swallow you, this stinking rotten mud."

The sea voyage was more arduous than Harren had imagined, especially since many Winterclaws had never had any experience with long-distance ocean voyages.

Over time, many people began to experience seasickness and vomiting. Moreover, there was a shortage of fresh water on board, making it very inconvenient to wash up or clean up messes.

The taste—it was unbearable! Even Herren couldn't stand it, and several times he almost pressed "B" to desert.

Finally, the arduous voyage came to an end.

"Next time, we definitely have to build a big ship—don't you think Bilgewater's shipbuilding industry is pretty advanced?"

"Who knows? Probably."

Finally set foot on land, the members of Winter's Claw had no time to appreciate the scenery of Ionia, which was vastly different from Freljord. Many of them were already suffering from severe seasickness. Fortunately, they were physically strong and did not fall ill on a large scale.

But they really need to rest as soon as possible.

Along the mudflats, Winter's Claw established a temporary base, and everyone began to perform their duties: some carried supplies from the boat, some went to find firewood, and some set up tents and started fires to prepare meals.

Herren, on the other hand, planned to find a clean water source and take a brief look at the surrounding environment.

They didn't have a map of Ionia, and now they were completely in the dark, surrounded by the fog of war.

Fiona was traveling with Heron, and she was also in dire need of water. While the people of the Winter's Claws might find the conditions on the ship unbearable, Fiona was, after all, of noble birth. Before becoming the head of the family, she was the apple of her family's eye, the kind of person who was cherished and pampered.

Even though they were a poor, small family, her parents were able to use their connections to find Fiona a high-ranking member of the Crown Guard family, which shows how favored Fiona was in the Laurent family.

During her time on the ship, she felt like dying.

There were other female soldiers on the ship, and they didn't mind jumping into the seawater to wash themselves. Although the seawater was salty and fishy, ​​it could be used in an emergency.

However, Fiona's noble reserve prevented her from doing so.

She'd rather stink to death on the boat than take a bath in front of everyone.

Water resources are easy to find in Ionia. Not far from the mudflats, the two quickly found a stream flowing down from the mountain.

Herren found a small puddle of pebbles, squatted down, washed his hands, scooped up a handful of clean water, took a big gulp, and then vigorously rubbed his face with the water from his hands.

"Is it just my imagination? The water in Ionia seems a little different."

"Oh?"

Fiona also squatted down, scooped up a handful of spring water, and took a sip.

"It is indeed sweeter and more refreshing than any spring water I have ever drunk."

"Have we been on the ship too long? Or is the climate and environment of Ionia truly different?"

Ionia is said to be the land of birth, the intersection of the material and spiritual worlds, and the land with the most abundant natural magic in all of Runeterra.

Could it be that even the plants and trees here possess a magical aura?

Heron stood up and looked at the beautiful natural scenery of Ionia in the distance. It was hard to tell that in some parts of this land, a horrific massacre was taking place.

Herren took a deep breath, as if the air in Ionia was sweet.

"What a wonderful place!"

Herren ripped off his shirt, scooped up handfuls of spring water, and splashed it all over his body.

The long-awaited refreshing feeling almost made Herren cry out in pleasure.

When he turned around, he saw Fiona standing by the spring, looking conflicted and unmoved.

Herren said with a smile.

"Aren't you going to take a shower? I can smell your stench from this far away—"

"Is it that serious?"

Fiona frowned and sniffed her arm, but still remained somewhat reserved.

"Let's take the water back to camp and wash in the tent—"

"What? Afraid I'll see? Don't worry, I'm going to walk a little further and check out the terrain around here—I swear! I absolutely won't peek!"

"It's not that I don't trust you—"

Fiona looked around hesitantly.

"But in such a spacious place, who knows if there's anyone else here—"

"Please! Look at this place! It's a desolate, barren wasteland. There's no one here!"

Herren laughed nonchalantly.

"Just relax and take a bath. If there are people in a place like this—I'll drink your bathwater clean, okay?"

Click—

However, as soon as Herren finished speaking, the sudden sound made his smile freeze instantly.

That's the sound of something stepping on a branch.

Herren turned around and looked at the dense forest. He saw that the forest, which had been silent just moments before, was now filled with many figures. These figures appeared in all sorts of strange ways; some came down from the trees, while others simply emerged from the shadows of the trees.

At a glance, there were at least a dozen people.

What the hell? Where did these people come from? Have they been here all along? Why didn't I notice them?

Herren's lips twitched as he looked at Fiona.

"Um—actually, I'm not that thirsty."