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

Chapter 121 True Transcendence

"I say, why are there torches standing in your fields?"

Ashe finally asked the question that had been bothering her for so long.

In order to join forces with Winter's Claw to fight against the Noxian threat, Ashe sent a large workforce to help build the Winter's Wall.

Ashe herself is temporarily residing in Winter's Claw, where she is in charge of overall coordination and deployment.

During this time, besides supervising the construction, her favorite place to visit was the barren, grassy farmland next to the frozen lake.

Anyone who has experienced hunger in Freljord will consider this place a beautiful sight.

But Ashe was always curious about the "torch" standing in the middle of the farmland.

Its shape is not like an ordinary torch, and its function is obviously different. Even in the daytime, it still flickers with a faint flame.

Not to mention the guards who are constantly on guard and the chains that are pulled up, it is clear that this is not an ordinary ornament.

"Is it... a sacrificial offering from Haestir?"

"Oh, you mean that one?"

After breaking the ice with Ashe, the two seemed to get even closer, or perhaps they were always inseparable sisters and have just gone back to each other.

When there was nothing else to do, Sejuani always stayed with Ashe.

"This is a secret of our tribe, but I can tell you its name: Radiant Virtue."

"Radiant virtue?"

Aisha savored the name with a hint of amusement.

"Then I guess this thing definitely wasn't built for you."

"Ha, of course! This is Herren—wait a minute? What do you mean?"

"Haha—I mean, it's definitely not just a simple torch, is it?"

"Of course, but that's a secret."

"Really? Then why does this thing glow?"

"Oh, it's glowing—ah?"

Sejuani was taken aback and looked at the Radiant Virtue in the field, only to see that the faint, half-dead flame had suddenly begun to shine brightly.

The flames were shaped like wings, burning in the cold wind, yet they offered no warmth whatsoever.

This unprecedented sight made the villagers, who were working hard in the fields, look up in awe.

"What's going on? Is Herren coming back?"

"Come back? What do you mean?"

Sejuani was somewhat puzzled. She had never seen anything like this before, and it was quite different from the scene when Harren demonstrated the instantaneous teleportation back to Radiant Virtue.

The torch burned freely until quite some time later, when the flames gradually faded and returned to normal, still flickering weakly with an enduring flame, as if what had just happened was an illusion.

"Whoa————"

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Herren's perspective finally returned to his own body, and he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground, feeling extremely weak.

After a while, Herren realized that entering that "transcendental" state would not weaken his physical body. It was just that the feeling of having access to natural magic as vast as the ocean was too powerful, and he was not used to returning to his "weak" physical body.

Unfortunately, Heron ultimately failed to unleash his magic; he had a full magazine but couldn't fire it.

The Noxians have been repelled. They were indeed well-trained, demonstrating exceptional professionalism not only in military operations but also in strategic retreats.

Despite such an overwhelming defeat, they not only did not suffer a total annihilation, but also left only a thousand casualties, many of whom were injured in the retreat due to being trampled.

Those who were actually killed were mostly the work of Olaf, Xayah, and others.

The Winter's Claws took off running, but being only mortal, they couldn't catch up with the defeated Noxians, much to their regret.

When Heron returned to his original form, the first person he saw was Fiona, who had stayed by his side.

She stared at Herren in astonishment, unsure of how to react to this man.

"You—are you really a god?"

"Not yet, at least not now."

"Now?"

Fiona was speechless.

What would it feel like to suddenly discover that your comrade sleeping in the same large dormitory might be a god?

"I—I'm starting to not know how to interact with you anymore."

Most of the Winter's Claw warriors were still cleaning up the battlefield, while those who had returned all looked at Harren with a sense of awe.

But it wasn't excessive, since any old Winter's Claw would know the identity of the Chosen of Heron.

Although the scale of this event was a bit large, it wasn't unacceptable.

"What's so difficult about this? Why don't you kowtow to me twice, prostrate yourself in worship, and I'll offer you my sacred feet to kiss and bestow my blessings upon you?"

"Heh heh—if all gods are like you, I'd rather be a god-killer."

Fiona smiled dismissively, but Herren's little joke dispelled her discomfort.

Soon, Xayah arrived with the Vastaya.

The Vastaya people love nature and are not very interested in mundane things. They have little interest in things like cleaning up battlefields or collecting spoils of war.

Luo and Xia approached Helen, and Luo first gave a respectful and graceful bow.

"Homage to you, great Vastayashari."

Luo's actions not only startled Herren, but also frightened Xia.

But other Vastaya people clearly agree with this view.

"Vastaya Sherry!"

The Vastaya bowed deeply in respect, but Xia remained bewildered and instinctively gave a perfunctory salute.

"Vastaya Shrine?"

Herren was somewhat bewildered. What did this mean?

Although he didn't know what the word meant, he did know what Vastaya was.

"Is there some misunderstanding? I am a native of Freljord—"

"But you do indeed possess the aura of Vastaya Shari; nature magic is intimately connected to you and reveres you—"

Luo clearly had no intention of giving Helen any room for explanation, and he shouted enthusiastically to his people.

"Look! Brothers and sisters! In our people's most difficult time, we have finally received a divine revelation—the Vastaya Shari have returned to our side!"

"Long live!"

"Furthermore, we must thank this friendly tribe for helping us repel our powerful enemy! Everyone, please don't keep anything good to yourselves; bring it all out! We're going to treat our most loyal friends to a good meal tonight!"

When the Winterclaws returned laden with spoils, they were greeted by the Vastaya who welcomed them like family and friends, leading them into the jungle and declaring that they would be hosting a grand feast for them.

What happened? Not long ago, she was acting all grumpy and unreasonable.

But the Winter's Claw warriors, not being very bright, didn't care about that. As soon as they heard about the banquet, their eyes lit up, and their genetically inherited skills kicked in.

Seeing the sudden shift to a harmonious atmosphere, Herren slowly came to his senses and pondered for a moment.

It seems that having such a title isn't bad?