Yasuo, who turned around and retreated violently, summoning the wind barrier, had only one thought in his mind.

"The Noxians are really spending a lot of money!"

A large number of alchemy bombs were transported over long distances and accompanied by an escort team that seemed to have good combat capabilities, just to deceive the Ionian volunteers who participated in the attack?

Who the hell came up with this genius idea of ​​injuring the enemy by eight hundred and injuring yourself by three thousand?

The Noxians really found a treasure!

Could it be that... they discovered his whereabouts in advance and deliberately tricked him?

Having this idea does not mean that Yasuo is arrogant - with his influence in Ionia, if he can be confirmed to be killed, even if it costs a large army, Swain will not even frown.

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However, this is not true!

You must know that Yasuo has always relied on Toothless as a reconnaissance aircraft, and is ahead of Noxus in terms of intelligence. Moreover, this attack was a "spurred by interest". The five people left Presiden's.

The goal was not even set yet!

So, if the Noxians are really prepared, it means that they have prepared many suicide squads in order to catch Yasuo.

And many suicide squads... this is a bit too much, right?

After summoning the wind barrier to temporarily block the spread of the poisonous gas, Yasuo, who was full of questions, began to ask everyone to retreat. Needless to say, Luo had already spread his feathers and returned to Xia's side like flying.

They also kept walking and soon came back to join together. When the alchemical poisonous gas spread, the attack team was assembled and ready to retreat.

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Yasuo's side is fine, but Riven's side is terrible.

The 7th Legion, who didn't know what alchemical gas was, was unprepared for the sudden attack. When these rune swordsmen first saw the fireball, they thought it was support from friendly forces!

These girls who have made great contributions to Noxus and left blood have never imagined that the target of those fireballs is not the attack team, but the "supplies" that the convoy has been transporting.

The flame is not a signal for support, but a spell to urge death.

The specially disguised pottery sealed container containing the alchemical poisonous gas was smashed. When the gelatinous material encountered the open flame, it quickly exploded - the miserable green flames shot up so high in the blink of an eye.

Subsequently, in the high temperature generated by the flame, the alchemical poisonous gas began to evaporate rapidly, forming a green poisonous cloud close to the ground.

Caught off guard, many of the driver and rune swordsmen inhaled the poisonous gas.

So, ulcers appeared.

The erosive poisonous gas demonstrated its power vividly. Large rashes quickly appeared in various places on the body surface. In the blink of an eye, they turned into blisters, and then quickly festered and eroded. In just a few breaths, more than half of them were covered with rashes.

The person fell to the ground.

Riven stared at everything in front of her in stunned silence - the faint green light of the Rune Great Sword covered her figure, protecting her from the poisonous gas, but seeing her brothers and sisters struggling in the poisonous gas, she felt nothing in her heart.

Not the slightest bit lucky.

At this moment, Riwen's heart felt cold.

Soldiers who were not able to fully master the rune weapons fell into the poisonous gas one after another, while most of those who could rely on the rune weapons to hold up their shields were barely surviving.

As for the middle-aged man who issued the mission... He seemed to have expected it. He put on the mask in a hurry, turned around and abandoned the convoy, and quickly left in the direction of the fireball. Riwen, whose eyes were splitting, wanted to step forward.

He killed that bastard with one sword, but in the end he chose to stay and take care of his sisters.

Raising the rune sword, Riven worked hard to expand the rune shield, trying to help her sisters struggling in the poisonous gas, but no matter how hard she tried, the translucent rune shield could never protect anyone except Riven.

Festering intensifies and life withers away.

Riven's mind went blank. She dropped the sword in confusion and wanted to pick up the little girl next to her - this child named Cargona was five years younger than Riven and had just reached the age to join the army.

Riven still remembers what she looked like when she reported to the 7th Legion.

"I am Cargona, from Triwell." The little girl's black braids are thick and long, maybe because the hair is too hard, and there is a bunch of small dull hair on the top of her head. "I am good at singing, harvesting highland barley, and using

Spear, I want to become an imperial soldier like a legion commander!"

Although Cargona was not proficient in the use of rune weapons, she never fell behind in her daily training. Later, in a battle, Cargona's team fell last during the siege. The fierce little girl

He cut off his big braid: "In the name of Cargona, I will not fail a second time!"

But now, this stubborn and strong little girl is collapsed on the ground, whimpering feebly.

"Riwen...sister."

"I hurt so much..."

Riven carefully picked up Gargona, trying to move her out of the poisonous gas range, but before Riven could take a step forward, the little girl was already lifeless - her face was completely shriveled up.

The hair has also lost its vitality and is as dry as hay.

Looking back blankly, Riven saw a world of purgatory.

In this miserable green poisonous gas, the sisters who usually fought side by side collapsed to the ground one after another. Some of them were able to rely on rune weapons to hold up shields and barely protect themselves as they moved towards the edge of the poisonous gas, but even more

Many people, like Cargona, fell to the ground and cried out feebly.

This is the pride of the Noxus Empire, the invincible Seventh Legion!

Riven knew very well what price everyone had paid for this all-female army to reach its current status among a group of rich and powerful men.

Those who joined the Legion first were all partners who lived and died with Riven - they fought bloody battles with the barbarians in the ice fields of Freljord, and fought bloody battles with the Dauntless Vanguard in the plains of Nokomochi. The flag of the Seventh Legion

It’s everyone’s contribution!

Those who later joined the legion all joined the army after hearing about Riven's deeds - they never complained at all during the training, and they all expected to be received by the commander-in-chief and receive their own title one day like themselves!

But now, everyone in the entire Seventh Legion, except Riven, is struggling in the poisonous gas.

And the originator of this poisonous gas... is one of Noxus' own people.

Unspeakable sorrow surged into Riven's heart. She wanted to look up to the sky and scream, but she couldn't make a sound - the sword that she usually regarded as a treasure now seemed to be alive and began to actively absorb Riven's energy.

power to maintain her safety.

However, what Riven wants is not this safety!

What Riwen wants is the safety of her fellow Jinlans!

The miserable green poisonous gas continued to spread.

Under the influence of the rune weapon, Riven felt that her physical strength was rapidly being depleted - she dropped her sword and struggled back to the convoy.

Riven, whose mind was no longer clear, had only one thought at this time.

I should die with the Jinlan sisters.

Other than that, her mind was blank.
Chapter completed!