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Chapter 127 Official Endorsement

"The Heartless Aion?"

Herren recognized the person in front of him in an instant.

"Please, my friend, don't mention that name I hate so much again—you can even call me Old Woodcutter."

Ivern said with a chuckle, and only then did Herren notice that there were more than just the two of them there.

Countless "figures" emerged from the jungle; though they were called people, they were even less human than the Vastaya.

They were all burly, shirtless, with gray-brown skin, but each of them had a hippopotamus head on their head.

At least the Vastaya had some semblance of humanity—but these people have lost all sense of shame.

It's like a hippopotamus standing up; it's completely orcish.

But their faces had strangely human-like expressions. Herren never imagined that he could see "warning" and "vigilance" on faces that were so similar to hippos.

And Irwin also offered words of comfort.

"Relax, guys, I can tell they don't mean any harm."

Ivan seemed to have great prestige here. When he spoke, the "Hippo Man," who was originally a little nervous, immediately changed his expression, blinking his small hippo ears. His wariness instantly turned into curiosity.

Even after the Winter's Claws and Vastaya entered the pine forest, they showed no further hostility.

"Holy crap! What are these things? Are they Vastaya too?"

The hippopotamus man was so bizarre and ugly that Winter's Claw, who had a rigid view of Vastaya as humans with animalistic features, was also taken aback when he saw such a strange person.

Xayah and the others were used to it, and instead focused their attention on Ivern.

"You are... the Emerald Goddess?!"

"It's a very prestigious title, but I prefer people to call me Thornfoot and Old Woodcutter, or just Old Man Ai."

Irwin said gently; his voice wasn't particularly pleasant, but it was like a gentle breeze to listen to.

The Vastayan people bowed respectfully, and even the Winterclaw, who came from a place with a strong religious atmosphere, imitated the Vastayan people's awkward bow when he heard that the person in front of him had the title of "god".

"Thank you for your help, Irwin."

Herren watched this special "hero" with great interest, and Ivern seemed equally interested in him.

After looking at Heron for a long time, Ivern asked with a smile.

"Friends? Have we met before? I mean—time has become imperceptible to me. Perhaps we have some connection?"

"???"

Herren was taken aback. For a moment, he even suspected that Ivern had sensed something and was playing along with his "acting".

Sure enough, the Vastaya seemed to have witnessed a meeting between "ancient gods," and their faces grew even more devout.

Xayah, especially those who suspected that Heron, as "Vastayan Xayah," had known Ivern, were even more shocked, thinking to themselves, "Just as I thought."

But then Herren thought again, Ivern didn't seem like the type to cooperate in lying—

He didn't dare to admit it rashly, so he frankly denied it.

"I'm sure I've never seen you before—I don't understand what you mean, I've only heard your legends in Freljord."

.

"That's strange—I can sense that you understand me far better than most people do. Although I haven't deliberately kept myself a secret, I think many people don't really understand me—I even thought we'd met before."

Oh! I see!

Harren immediately understood. Although he didn't know where Ivern's mind-reading ability came from, Harren was, after all, a transmigrator and naturally knew this hero very well. This gave Ivern the feeling that he seemed to know him.

How could I not know? It's all written in the background story.

Herren could only smile and say casually.

"Perhaps we really do know each other."

At this moment, Luo came out, bowed to Iven, and eagerly introduced Heron to Iven.

"I understand how you feel, Emerald Goddess—after all, this is a living Vastaya Shrine."

Luo spoke with certainty; he was completely convinced of this fact.

"Vastaya Shrine?!"

Irwin visibly paused for a moment.

Unlike the "young people" like Xaluo who had only heard stories about him, he was a true ancient being who had lived for over nine thousand years, and he had actually seen Vastaya Xalei.

Even when he was Ivern the Ruthless, he once fought Vastaya Xarya with an axe.

Even without the baptism of the Divine Tree Emperor Willow, Ivern was still a powerful figure capable of going toe-to-toe with the Vastaya Shari, although he lost miserably—but he should be someone who knows the Vastaya Shari very well.

In his perception, the energy within Heron was indeed very similar to that of Vastaya Shari, both being compatible with natural magic and possessing magical energy at the demigod level.

But Ion could keenly sense the difference—in his eyes, the possibility that Heron was not Vastaya Shrine was far greater than the possibility that he was.

However, Ivern simply smiled and nodded.

"No wonder—I'm sure, my friend, you are the modern-day Vastaya Sherry."

Ivern's smile was somewhat meaningful. Herren immediately realized that Ivern had realized something, but he didn't say it out loud.

However, his words were like an official endorsement—whether Helen is a Vastaya Shari or not is not for him to say, but for the Vastaya to say, though that's not authoritative enough.

The affinity of natural magic can explain something, but many people cannot understand its "language".

What could be more authoritative than the approval of the Emerald God who has lived for thousands of years and witnessed the Vastaya Shari firsthand?

The Vastaya were immediately in an uproar, and even the hippopotamus people couldn't help but let out a howl, leaving Heron completely stunned.

"They are Vastayawash, the original guardians of Omikayalan—"

Ai Weng shook his head with a wry smile.

"Moreover, under the leadership of Vastaya Xari, they once resisted the conquerors from Freljord."

As for who that conqueror was—Ivern didn't want to say.

Herren felt a little awkward. He could feel the enthusiasm of these so-called "Vastayavash", but he was too embarrassed to respond.

After all, he wasn't a real Vastaya Shrine—and Ivern seemed to have figured it out.

Fortunately, Ivan noticed his predicament and explained it to everyone.

"Guys, on my behalf, on behalf of Omikayaran, please entertain these friends who have come from afar—please give Vastayashari and me a little private space so we can catch up, okay?"

With Ion speaking, Vastayawash finally stopped howling, looked at Heron with reluctance, and left, turning back every few steps.

Herren breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his men—

Seeing Olaf observing Ivern with great interest, seemingly considering a fight, Heron was somewhat speechless and looked at Fiona.

"Fiona, keep an eye on everyone for me—remember, if you need to start a fire or anything, ask others how they do it before you start cutting down trees or chopping wood."

"Um.

After explaining to both sides, everyone left, leaving only Herren and Ion.