Riven still remembers the night when she and Marit became friends.

The enemy surrounded them in the darkness, constantly tormenting their spirits with the screams of bombs. The sound lingered in the air, making people panic for a long time. The sleepiness felt like it was a lifetime ago, and it was impossible to close their eyes here.

And if they really fall asleep, the enemy's assassin will arrive quietly under the stars in the night sky.

This night is despairing.

Marit said: "It's really scary here. But together we will make it better."

Riven doesn't have much education, so she can't speak such high-level lines.

But she raised her head and looked at the imperial nobleman - the nobleman was also stained with blood, including the blood of his enemies, as well as Malit's own blood, which was shed for her, an orphan born as a serf.

So, by some strange combination of circumstances, Riven believed Marit.

She believed that the blood of herself and her comrades would not be shed in vain, that this place would become better under the rule of Noxus, that the Noxians would have a promising future, and that the empire would be great again.

Marit stood up and put a fist on her chest: "For Darkwill."

"For Darkwill." Riven responded with a military salute: "Thank you, Captain."

She shook her head: "You can call me Marit."

"Marit, put down your sword!" Amystan asked coldly: "I'm sorry, the sword is pointed at the officer. Do you want to betray the Noxus Empire and His Majesty Darkwill?"

"I'm going to fuck Darkwill!" Marit yelled hysterically.

With this roar, the world seemed to have been pressed on the mute button.

The tsunami and storm that raged around the twin cities seemed to have made no sound at this time.

Riven looked at her best friend in disbelief, and the general's guards at the scene were also looking at her with shocked eyes as if they were looking at aliens.

"Marit." Amystan sneered: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know!" Marit hissed in a low voice: "I'm talking about the mad king who pushed the empire into the abyss!"

Amystan lost her smile: "It seems you don't want to live anymore."

"Do you plan to let us survive?" Marit seemed to be crazy: "We have been cannon fodder, consumables, and extra chess pieces in your hands from the beginning, right?"

"I know, you just want to use Riven and me as steps for you to bow to the leader, and trample them to death under your feet."

"." Amystan's face was gloomy.

Some things are good for everyone to know in their hearts, but it would be unwise to say them publicly.

You girl, can't you die obediently?

Amystan didn't hide her murderous aura, and turned to look at Riven: "Riven, put down the sword."

Of course Riven didn't dare to put down the sword at this time.

But even though the reality was extremely clear, she still looked at Amystan with difficulty: "General, is this true?"

Is she, Riven, the warrior commended by His Majesty, the leader of the Rune Swordsman Legion, really just a consumable that can be thrown away at will?

"Hey." Amystan sighed.

She shattered the last fantasy in Riven's heart: "Why bother? Do you have to resist and kill a few more comrades before you are willing to die?"

"I" Riven's face was pale, and the hands holding the sword hilt were shaking slightly. She really didn't have the courage to swing the sword at her comrades.

"Riven." Marit walked slowly to her side.

She said: "Riven, I was wrong before. The empire we have fought for half our lives has never been home."

"This empire will never be great again - because, as the pamphlet said, it is obsolete."

"Riwen, from now on, please live for yourself."

As she spoke, Marit raised her head and whistled.

Her mount, a magical bird that looked like a giant ostrich, quickly ran toward its owner from the side.

"Humph, want to escape?" Amystan glanced at the bodyguard beside her: "Do it!"

"General." the guards asked, "Would you like to live or die?"

"It doesn't matter." Amystan said: "Just make sure to get the black stone rune giant sword back intact."

Riwen: "."

Only then did she finally understand that her sword was actually worth more than her people.

She is just a sword stand randomly chosen by His Majesty the Emperor. Nothing more.

At this moment, it seemed as if something collapsed. With this collapse, Riwen's entire energy and energy were gone.

"Riven, let's go!" Marit shook her from her distraction.

At this time, the general's personal guards were already fighting like wolves and tigers with swords raised. They were all powerful warriors. Their combat power and large numbers were beyond what Riven and Marit could handle.

What's more, Riwen is still dazed at this moment.

When the empire she had dedicated half her life to wanted her to die, she didn't know what she should fight for.

"At least for me -" Finally, Marit said decisively: "Stay alive, Riven!"

Riven was silent for a while

Mountains of swords and seas of swords are already pressing in from all directions.

Marit didn't even have time to join up with her magical bird before she saw that she was about to be drowned by the biting cold light.

"Wind Slash!" Finally, Riven took action.

She slashed out a ray of sword light with all her strength, splitting the ground with one sword, forcing back the bodyguards who rushed towards Marit.

But this is just the beginning.

These battle-hardened personal guards only paused for a moment before raising their swords and approaching them step by step.

Riven quickly spun the rune sword in several large circles before opening a passage.

"Let's go!" Marit immediately rolled over on the demon bird's back and stretched out her hand to Riven.

Riven didn't hesitate this time. She instinctively grabbed Marit's hand and flew up to the magical bird.

The demon bird seemed to sense the despair of its master, and ran away with all its might.

"Don't let them run away!" The guards chased after them.

Suddenly, bows, arrows, javelins, throwing axes, and all kinds of weapons rushed towards them like a rainstorm.

Riven tried her best to stimulate the runic energy of the giant sword, and finally opened the shield, but it collapsed instantly under the tidal wave of attacks.

Those seemingly ordinary long arrows not only easily tore through her runic shield, but also embedded themselves deeply into her Noxian officer's armor like cutting through cardboard.

"Ah!" She groaned.

"Riven!" Marit waved the reins desperately and looked back nervously.

"No, it's okay." Riven gritted her teeth and pulled out two long blood-stained arrows from her back.

As blood splattered, she simply pulled hard, tearing off the hundreds of kilograms of fine steel armor on her body, and threw it on the ground.

This armor is a symbol of honor for the commander of the Rune Swordsman Legion, and it is also the reward she once dreamed of as an imperial soldier.

But now, it can only slow down her escape in front of the imperial army.

"Riven, hold on." Marit said: "As long as we can persist in escaping from Piltover and fleeing to the mountains of the magnificent barrier in the north. I, we still have hope."

Her voice was trembling.

"Yeah" Riven's answer was not that forceful.

Because they all know how difficult this journey is.

In a city with complex terrain, the speed advantage of the magic bird cannot be used to much extent.

Not to mention, Amystan's general bodyguards are all equipped with mounts, and their leg strength is definitely not inferior to them.

No matter how hard they tried to escape, the pursuers behind them would always bite them. Not only did they fail to get rid of these former comrades, but they were chased closer and closer.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Amistan was riding a pure-blood dragon lizard. She followed him leisurely as if on vacation and said, "Do you think just the two of you are really capable of escaping from Piltover under my control?"

"Give up your resistance as soon as possible, so that I can let you die more happily. Otherwise, you should know my methods."

Riwen: "."

"Don't listen to her!" Marit yelled.

Riven nodded and continued gritting his teeth.

Although they were safe for the time being, they had no ability to escape from the pursuers.

Gradually, Riven began to feel tired.

She seemed to be able to feel that the wounds on her back were rapidly festering and spreading. It was like a black hole was embedded in her body, a black hole that would never end, swallowing up her physical strength and life.

"There's poison on that arrow?" Riven then remembered that Amystan was a master at using poison.
To be continued...