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

Chapter 96 Big Sister with Rabbit Ears

"Great, finally I can warm up a bit!"

"Garen, try this, it really warms you up!"

Garen frowned as his colleague handed him the incendiary solution, and waved his hand in refusal.

"This is a magical creation—"

"Magic? Who cares about that! We're freezing to death, this thing is a lifesaver!"

The warriors of the Fearless Vanguard complained that they were freezing, and Udyr thoughtfully brought them large barrels of incendiary compound to warm them up.

At this point, they no longer cared about rejecting magic—what magic? It must be that we are too ignorant to understand the "scientific" principles behind it.

They drank this stuff like it was water; even Fiona and Xin Zhao were drinking from their cups non-stop.

It was only then that Garen realized that his family might be too wary of magic—like closing an umbrella when the rain outside wasn't actually that heavy.

In the end, Garen joined the army of people drinking the flaming potion around the stove.

When Herren arrived at the hut, he saw a group of old men squatting by the stove, warming themselves by the fire, looking like they were enjoying their retirement.

Even Fiona was wrapped in a blanket like a little old lady, with only one hand sticking out to hold a cup.

"Hey brothers, cheer up! I've been bragging to the tribe that you're all elite, don't go out looking like this!"

"Please, Herren, let us adjust—it's so cold here!"

After a two-week trip, the group had become quite familiar with Herren. Even Fiona, who was initially disliked, was now sitting with them. Herren had naturally become a close friend to them.

So what should you do when your buddy asks for something? Nod and agree, but ignore him completely.

Heron knew all too well the suffering these Demacians had endured, but he simply smiled and, without blaming them, walked over to Zhao Xin, who was trying to brew tea with the Burning Elixir.

"Why is everyone crammed into one room when there are plenty of empty rooms outside?"

"Ah, Udyr has already made arrangements for us, but it's not time to rest yet. Let's all huddle together to keep warm."

Zhao Xin smiled.

"I was worried that we wouldn't be able to adapt to this environment, but I never expected your tribe to have a miraculous medicine that can warm people up out of thin air—"

"There's plenty of this stuff. I'll have someone supply it. You can drink it like water."

Herren also found a seat and sat down. Next, it was time to discuss training matters.

The selection of warriors in the tribe is quite simple. The law of the jungle here means that the strong warriors will always stand out and cannot be hidden. Just leave it to Udyr to arrange.

These fearless pioneers need to be properly arranged.

"How many recruits can each of them lead?"

"They are all elites. In theory, they could easily lead a hundred-man squad in a regular army, but they haven't graduated yet—in my opinion, a few dozen is the maximum, and we also have to consider the unruly nature of the Freljord people."

Zhao Xin had considered things very carefully. He was originally from Ionia, so he naturally knew the difficulty of training local troops by foreigners. He had personally experienced this when he first took office as the governor of Demacia—those soldiers were really disobedient.

Thanks to Jarvan III's absolute trust and Zhao Xin's own personal charisma—even so, he had earned his position through seniority, starting from Jarvan II and working his way up to where he is now—even if new recruits have objections to Zhao Xin's Ionian identity, they dare not show it, after all, their fathers were all trained by Zhao Xin.

Therefore, Zhao Xin wasn't too worried; he was experienced.

"As for Fiona, we'll have intensive swordsmanship instruction every day—how are you Freljordians good at using swords?"

"Swords are used less often; I think sword and shield will be used more often."

Only then did Heron realize that he didn't know how the mass production of Radiant Light and Frost Shield was going.

"Sword and shield?"

Zhao Xin looked at Fiona, who hesitated slightly but nodded nonetheless.

"There shouldn't be any problem, I've dealt with this before—"

However, sword and shield is indeed Fiona's least proficient skill. As a woman, she is more skilled with a sharp, swift, and deadly rapier, while sword and shield is the other extreme. Even though Fiona is very confident in her swordsmanship, she still needs to think carefully about her teaching methods.

"No need to rush through these things, there will be a banquet later—Master Xin, for more matters, you can speak directly with our War Mother. Oh right! War Mother, did you know? The leader of our tribe is a woman, or rather, in Freljord, the leader of any powerful tribe is a War Mother."

"woman?"

This was indeed a very peculiar thing for the patriarchal Demacia Kingdom.

However, they couldn't accept it at first, but they accepted it after a while. Their Grand Marshal was also a woman, so there wasn't a strong sense of rejection—Fiona was also the head of a family.

"Are your war mothers easy to get along with?"

"She—she has a bad temper, and she's not very knowledgeable, so she might speak rather roughly. Just don't take it too seriously. If you accidentally offend her, just be nice to her and stroke her hair a couple of times, and she'll calm down."

"Oh—is this how you evaluate your own leader?"

Zhao Xin nodded and mumbled something in a mysterious tone.

"Freljord is a truly magical place—in my opinion, it's just as amazing as Ionia."

Meanwhile, Heron didn't see Lux in the Demacian settlement—Lux had already sneaked away to curiously visit Winter's Claw.

As a noble lady, she already rarely went out. After awakening her magical talent, her outings were completely restricted. Not only were her family members intentionally or unintentionally on guard, but she herself was also unwilling to go out.

She was afraid that her magical abilities might harm others and bring shame upon her family.

But in Winter's Claw, she didn't seem to need to consider these things. She skipped and hopped among the crowd, and many tribesmen cast curious glances at her as they saw such a fair-skinned little girl.

When did Zhan Mu have a child?

This is many people's first reaction—because such fair-skinned girls are very rare in Freljord, and are very likely to have the Frostblood lineage.

And she happens to be blonde—before the War Mother awakened her icy bloodline, she was also blonde.

This...this can't be right, can it? Is Zhan Mu two thousand years old? How could she have a child that big?

Lux enjoyed this feeling; she was naturally extroverted, yet she had restrained her true nature.

After wandering around for quite a while, she suddenly stopped.

What she saw was Aurora, who had finally finished the sacrificial ceremony, wearily answering each believer's questions.

This was her worst moment—she was a complete social phobia, and sometimes she simply couldn't think of a response and could only give vague answers.

But this perfectly matches the common person's stereotype of priests—it's spot on! Mystical and rambling, giving irrelevant answers—that's exactly what they're supposed to be!

This is a real priest! The priests in our tribe before were just giving nonsensical answers!

Lux looked at Alara's appearance, her eyes seemingly sparkling.

"Hey—hehe—big sister with bunny ears!"