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

Chapter 95 A donkey that's stroked with the right hair, stroked with the right hair

The village was noticeably more crowded. While it wasn't exactly packed with people, the central area was starting to get a bit noisy.

Many unfamiliar faces appeared in the tribe. Heren learned from Udir that in just two months, the tribe had grown several times over from a thousand people to several thousand.

However, the number of warriors did not double. Many of them were people who had not been tribes but rather groups of down-and-out people banding together for warmth. Many of them were ordinary people.

The reason for accepting them was not out of benevolence, but because the mines needed to be mined and the fields needed to be cultivated. In addition, if the Claws of Winter did not take them in, they would run to Avarosa, which Sejuani considered to be aiding the enemy.

Unlike Avarosa, Sejuani didn't accept them all. She only provided basic rations to ensure they wouldn't starve, and then sent them to work.

On second thought, this seems to be the normal way to handle things; it's only unusual to treat everyone the same, like with Ashe.

Heron didn't care about the quality of these people. To him, having people was a good thing. The Demacian delegation had arrived. He believed that even ordinary people could become combatants after training, unlike the Winter's Claw in the past, where only the naturally strong were worthy of being warriors.

However, one downside of the expansion is that Herren has become somewhat disoriented.

He wandered around for quite a while before he finally recognized the correct route, and along the way he even encountered Aurora, who was holding a "ritual".

She stood before the crowd, dressed in a snow-white robe, a kind smile on her face, diligently playing her role as a priestess.

But when she saw Herren looking at her with a half-smile, her expression froze, and the corners of her mouth moved up and down.

Herren nodded dramatically, his face full of admiration, and gave a thumbs-up in approval.

Aura pursed her lips, quickly lowered her head to pray, trying to hide her face, which was on the verge of breaking down.

Harren smiled, stopped teasing the silly rabbit, and turned to walk towards Sejuani's war mother tent.

There's still a tough battle to fight.

When are you going to talk to me again?

Heron's buttocks were numb from sitting so long, but Sejuani remained cold, neither chasing him away nor scolding him, thus subjecting Heron to passive-aggressive treatment.

Heron remained calm, poured himself a drink, and just kept waiting with Sejuani.

Finally, Sejuani couldn't hold back any longer and slammed her hand on the table.

"Don't you know what to say?"

"What are you saying? I didn't do anything wrong—my mission is complete."

"But—you've been gone too long, and you swore you'd be back soon!"

"Isn't that fast enough? The round trip takes a month."

Herren said righteously, "Instead, you're turning the tables on me."

"I swore I would definitely come back, don't you trust me?"

"I don't distrust you—"

"What's going on with Avarosa?"

Herren also learned the reason from Udir.

It seems that in Sejuani's small mind, she thought that Heron should go to Demacia and come back soon; a month should be enough.

A month later, Sejuani was already getting impatient and couldn't sit still any longer.

However, the tentacles of Winter's Claw can only reach as far as the Avarosa tribe, so the last piece of information Sejuani knew about Harren was that he went to Avarosa—even if Harren did not hide his whereabouts after that, it was still unknowable to Sejuani.

So she immediately gathered her forces and ran to Avarosa to demand her people back.

Fortunately, Ashe still valued their past friendship and knew Sejuani's temper, so she lowered her stance and explained gently, smoothing over the donkey's fur in a very tender way.

With Bloom, a man of well-known character, endorsing him, at least bloodshed was avoided.

However, the two families inevitably became enemies.

"I've already said, Avarosa is a potential ally of ours. How dare you come here looking for trouble?"

"—It's all because you came back too late. If you had come back earlier, none of this would have happened!"

"Hey, why are you blaming me again?"

Heron smiled, but he also knew how angry Sejuani was. She was still just sulking and keeping a cold face, but that was only so that Heron could be more sincere.

Having realized this, Herren finally calmed down and coaxed him gently for a long time.

Sejuani finally got her taste of success. She pretended to be reserved and kept a sour face for a while, but her eyebrows visibly relaxed and her gloomy aura gradually disappeared.

But in the end, Sejuani persisted.

"But you've gone too far this time. If you ask me, if there's a next time—you must swear an oath to me first!"

"Swear an oath! Take it!"

Herren smiled and readily agreed.

Sejuani was stunned and quickly added.

"I'm talking about—that kind of blood oath."

"Yeah, it's just a vow, isn't it? Let's make it happen. As long as it puts your mind at ease, that's all that matters."

Harren's words were so righteous and awe-inspiring that Sejuani felt uneasy and began to wonder if she had gone too far.

Yes—Herren did indeed return this time, and he completed his mission, bringing the Demacian delegation—and he didn't actually run away; in short, he didn't make any mistakes—

Thinking this, Sejuani lost her previous assertiveness and said hesitantly.

"I didn't mean to force you—"

"I know, but it really bothers you, doesn't it?"

Herren sighed.

"This trip to Demacia was not going well at first; their king rejected my proposal—but I believed in my prediction, so I persevered and stayed for a month. Fortunately, Noxus did invade Ionia."

"That thing really happened?!"

Given how isolated Freljord is, Sejuani naturally had no idea about this news.

"Yes, my prophecy came true. Although the outcome was good, every day of waiting was agonizing—and as soon as it was done, I started my return journey the very next day."

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"So that's how it is—"

Sejuani, of course, had no idea that Horen was a prophet, and being ignorant, she also didn't know how good the living conditions were in Demacia—she immediately imagined Horen alone in a strange "tribe," enduring a month of torment for a vague guess.

Ugh, I'm so damn stupid —

Sejuani's tone softened considerably, and she touched the scar on her nose somewhat awkwardly.

"Thanks a lot----"

"It's nothing, it's what I should do—but I'm relieved to see you're alright."

"Ha, what could be wrong with me? I was just throwing a little tantrum. — But you, you have to go through the trouble of explaining to me. I'm the one who should be apologizing."

Now, Heron had completely appeased the sulking Warm Mother. When he suggested going to see the Demacian delegation, Sejuani entrusted him with the task and promised to hold a grand banquet that night to entertain the distinguished guests that Heron had so painstakingly invited.

After reluctantly seeing Heron off, Sejuani lay back down on her bed with a satisfied smile on her face.

But after thinking about it carefully, she began to realize what was going on—

"Hmm? Something doesn't seem right—"

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