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Chapter 94 Sejuani is "a little" angry

This time, Herren didn't go to Avarosa. Last time, he only changed his route to visit it. He wouldn't mind going again this time, but knowing the nature of the group behind him, Herren didn't dare to waste any more time.

Harren didn't even attempt to visit some of the smaller tribes in order to reach Winter's Claw as quickly as possible.

There's not much to do in the small tribes; the food is so-so, and the heating is also so-so. It's better to just take a straight route and go directly to your destination.

Upon arriving at the frozen lake, which they hadn't visited for two months, Herren was astonished by a strange sight.

The lakeside, which was originally covered with ice and moss, was now covered with lush crops—a kind of crop that Herren had never seen before. It was black with a hint of green, with small branches and leaves, and was about half a person tall. Only when you got closer could you vaguely see the people bent over in the field.

From a distance, sunlight filters through the gaps in the crops, illuminating the ice surface with a mirror-like brilliance, creating a beautiful picture.

Even Lux, who is sensitive to the cold, couldn't resist opening the window to admire this sight she had never seen before.

The sight of frigid ice fields and bountiful crops appearing simultaneously in the field of vision is truly captivating.

At this moment, someone finally noticed the newcomers. They were full of energy, wearing the tattered leather clothes of ordinary tribesmen, but their faces no longer showed the paleness they had before. Instead, they were upright and curiously looking at this group of "down-and-outs" dressed in magnificent armor.

Soon, someone recognized Herren.

"Master Herren has returned!"

"Master Herren! You're finally back! Why did you take so long this time!"

"Ah, we were delayed a bit on the way."

Herren said with a smile, although he did not know any of these people, he still behaved very gently.

If you do the math, he spent almost a month in Demacia and another month traveling back and forth, which is quite a long time.

But no matter how he thought about it, it hadn't grown to the point where crops could grow a new crop, right?

"These are... skinny grass?"

"Call it whatever you like! But judging by how it grows, anyone who eats it will have a hard time losing weight!"

The tribespeople smiled as they stroked the thin grass stems, their faces beaming with joy.

"How could they ripen so quickly? They've only been two months!"

"Not yet! But it'll be soon—thanks to the spirit of the harvest! We originally thought these seeds wouldn't sprout at all, but they're growing faster than our half-grown son!"

"The Spirit of Harvest? Haastriel?"

"You should show respect, Master; it's not appropriate to address him by his first name."

The tribespeople joked with laughter, and then each of them picked an insignificant leaf from a nearby crop, walked to the lake, pried open a bit of ice, and threw the leaf in.

He then sat by the lake, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head in prayer.

The prayers did not last long before everyone stood up.

"Legend has it that the spirit of harvest resides in this icy lake, bestowing upon us bountiful harvests."

"Does He really live here?

Heron was curious and wanted to call out to see if Haistriel would really come out.

But considering that these people had finally developed some respect for Haistel, he decided not to spoil the atmosphere.

"Who taught you this ritual?"

"It's Alara, our priestess."

"Huh—she did the research?"

Herren couldn't help but stifle a laugh. It was so simple and hasty; how could Ara have the nerve to bring it out?

However, he still didn't spoil the atmosphere.

Hmm—that's good.

"In a few days, these lean grasses will be ready for harvest, enough to feed us for at least a month—next time, we must plant more of them, so that our people won't need to hunt to support themselves!"

Most of the farmers here have some knowledge of planting and can estimate the approximate harvest.

The pride expressed by these marginalized people, who were originally protected members of the tribe, made Herren feel very gratified.

This also made him somewhat smug.

Look, this is my handiwork!

At this moment, Zhao Xin walked over and stretched his shoulders with a relaxed expression.

"What a beautiful sight! It reminds me of my time in Ionia —"

"Yes, it is indeed beautiful."

"By the way, I'm not here to express my feelings, but rather as a representative chosen by the people."

Zhao Xin smiled and pointed to the Demacian delegation behind him, who were eagerly waiting.

"They want me to ask when you're taking them to the tribe to enjoy warm blankets and fine wine?"

"Ha ha!"

Herren slapped his forehead, almost forgetting that there was a group of Demacians trembling nearby.

"Let's go, men! The campfire and feast are just ahead!"

Upon entering the core territory of the tribe, Sejuani, who had already been notified, was already with Udyr within the tribe's territory.

They waited on the snow before it fell.

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

Herren waved and greeted him happily.

Udyr was all smiles. Seeing the Demacians behind him, he knew that Heron had lived up to his mission.

But—aren't the Demacians supposed to be very powerful?

This armor is intimidating—but why do they all look so weak?

Surprisingly, Sejuani didn't smile at all; her face was cold, and she didn't say a word.

After meeting Helen, he simply nodded and turned to leave, seemingly only to confirm the authenticity of the encounter. Helen didn't even have a chance to introduce this War Mother to the Demacians.

This puzzled Herren—what's going on?

Fortunately, Udir unsurprisingly took on the heavy responsibility and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Gentlemen, you must be tired from your journey. I will arrange a banquet and lodging for you—the tribe has undergone expansion during this time, and there are quite a few vacant houses!"

"Thank you for your help, sir/madam—"

"Udyr".

"Your Excellency Udyr."

Zhao Xin's gentle and warm response impressed Udir.

Herren also introduced Zhao Xin to Udyr.

"This is the commander of this delegation, Zhao Xin—an Ionian."

"Ionians?!"

Udil's eyes lit up immediately, and he gripped Zhao Xin's hand tightly.

"No wonder you seem so welcoming; Ionia is practically my second home!"

Oh? You have a second hometown too?

"So, in that sense, Demacia is also my second home."

The two hit it off immediately, and the conversation was about to veer towards Ionia when Harren quickly interrupted, pulling Udyr aside and asking in a low voice.

"Hey, Sejuani, what's wrong? Something's off about her—"

"Oh, don't worry, she's fine, just a little angry."

"kind of?"

"Hmm—maybe a little more than usual, haha, who told you to be gone for so long? She probably thought you didn't want her anymore, hahaha~"

Udyr patted his big belly and teased him. Seeing him like this, Harren also breathed a sigh of relief. If Sejuani were really in trouble, Udyr wouldn't be laughing so happily.

"Of course, it's not like nothing happened—don't follow my example!"

Udyr glared fiercely at Juvask to the side, startling the Demacian.

He turned around and continued to explain.

"A month after you left, we had a fight with Avarosa—"