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Chapter 115 Vastaya

"Humans! Get out of this land!"

As figures emerged from the dense forest and appeared in the light and shadow, Herren finally saw their true faces.

They turned out to be a bunch of strange people with wild animal features.

Heron was no stranger to this species, nor was Fiona—the priests of the Winter's Claw were such a species.

"Are you Vastaya?"

Herren quickly raised his hands slightly to indicate that he posed no threat.

"We are not Noxians, we mean no harm."

"Not a Noxian? Ha, it makes no difference!"

The one who spoke was a man with distinctive horns on his head, whose species was indistinguishable, but his wide-open tiger eyes revealed an undisguised sense of rejection.

The other Vastaya, who possessed characteristics of various species, watched Heron and Fiona with caution, even without uttering a word of rebuke.

"I thought—the Vastaya were all as gentle as your priests."

Fiona narrowed her eyes, sensing the threat, and couldn't help but place her hand on the hilt of her sword, ready to draw it at any moment.

Her actions immediately provoked the Vastaya.

"Put your hands down! Human!"

They all grabbed all sorts of weapons, some made of bone, others simply sharpened pieces of wood.

"Don't be impulsive! Fiona—and, uh, Vastaya's friends."

Herren hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

"Perhaps we should calm down? Maybe we can be friends?"

"Friends? We have never been friends with humans."

The Vastaya clearly didn't heed Heron's words and remained cautiously on guard, seemingly ready to attack at any moment.

But just then, a "big bird" flew by in the sky, and then landed, revealing itself to be a human with wings.

He rushed over to report to the special envoy.

"Oh no! They have troops on the beach!"

"What?!"

The special person was taken aback and immediately flew into a rage.

"As expected! You humans came with ill intentions!"

"Hey—are you Vastaya of Ionia all so indiscriminate?"

Because of Aurora, Helen had a great fondness for the Vastaya. After all, the Aurora were kind and cute, so even though these Vastaya were unreasonable, Helen maintained great patience.

But patience has its limits, and Herren was starting to get annoyed.

But looking at the golden-feathered Vastaya scout, Heron found him strangely familiar.

"Uh...you're Luo?"

After thinking for a moment, Herren asked tentatively.

The scout also turned around in surprise, and Herren finally saw his face clearly.

Okay, definitely not Luo — although his feathers are very gorgeous, his appearance is hard to compliment.

Luo's backstory portrays him as dashing and charismatic, but Herren didn't see that quality in this person—he was probably just a member of the same race.

But the scout asked in surprise.

"Do you know Luo?"

Of course, Harren didn't know Lo, but since things had come to this point where a fight could break out at any moment, Harren simply followed Sejuani's example and lied through his teeth.

"Yes, I'm an old friend of Luo's, but given that kid's used to being carefree, whether he even remembers me is another matter—how's he been lately? For example—how are he and Xia getting along?"

"Uh...he's been doing pretty well lately, and Kasumi's with him too..."

Herren's confident demeanor completely baffled the scout.

He wasn't entirely without suspicion that Herren was lying, but judging from Herren's words, he seemed genuinely familiar with Luo—

"You—are you really Luo's friend?"

"Of course, if you don't believe me, you can go to him and say that Harren of Freljord heard about his plight and came to help him—I'll be waiting for him at the beach camp to the east."

Herren said gently, as if he were truly an old friend.

"Help us?"

At this point, the Special Corner People also fell silent.

"Are they really friends? But they're human! Lota—"

"You don't know, but when Luo was in the Lothran tribe, he loved making friends with humans the most—I think maybe he did."

As a member of the same clan as Lo, this scout clearly knew Lo better.

In his early years, before Luo met Xia, he was not only a dashing and debonair dancer, but also an innocent and gentle man.

He longed to use his dance to show humanity the beauty of magic and ease tensions between the two races, a secret not among his own people.

Thinking about this, the scout began to believe Heron's words to some extent.

"Hmm—Helen, right? I'll tell Luo, please wait a moment."

"Of course, please give my regards to Xia as well."

"Uh—thank you, friend, I thank you on her behalf."

At this moment, Heren finally felt the gentleness that the Vastaya should have—just like Alara.

After the scouts left, the remaining Vastaya stopped glaring at them. The leader of the Tekkamen even scratched his head awkwardly, seemingly feeling guilty for his earlier rudeness.

"Um—do you need some water? We have buckets here—"

"Don't get so worked up, sweetheart—"

"How could I not be furious? Rakan—this is a blood feud! The Noxians destroyed our sacred grounds and slaughtered our people!"

"I know, I know—but baby, it breaks my heart to see you frowning like that."

"—You can't always be so nosy."

The girl, dressed in fiery red feathers, spoke softly, but still relaxed her brows as he wished.

She knew that the seemingly cynical man in front of her was actually carrying a greater burden of suffering.

When the Noxians burned down the Sacred Forest, he waved his golden feathers and danced on the ruins for three days and three nights, until his magnificent feathers were burned by the flames and his bright voice was stifled by the smoke, but he did not stop.

But when he was in front of her, he became that playboy who could dispel the gloom in her heart.

Xia looked at him with heartache. She used to think this man was naive, but after spending more time with him, she realized that she was the one being indulged.

that.

His sadness and grief never show on the surface.

"No matter what—we absolutely cannot give in."

"Of course—but as you can see, our tribe only has a few hundred people, and we can't fight the Noxians alone."

Luo held a shiny apple to Xia's lips.

"There are also many rebels in Ionia—I think we can cooperate with them."

"No, I never trust those treacherous species."

Xia complained, but her mouth was already munching on the apple Luo handed her.

"Don't trust humans—Lo, I've said it many times."

"Of course, darling, it's been a long time since I've spoken to a human—"

Just then, a member of the tribe swiftly glided down from the sky, landing deep in the jungle, and came to Luo's side.

He shouted from a great distance.