Chapter 232 Genuine Counterfeit Products (Please subscribe~)

Riven knows the Noxian character too well.

Only modesty and elegance will lead to contempt, while arrogance based on strength will earn the respect of Noxians.

So she said: "Go back and tell your commander that the leader is coming!"

The officer was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically: "Leader, leader of the wind? A believer of the goddess Janna?"

There are many gods in Runeterra, but the most popular one right now is undoubtedly the goddess Janna.

After all, the other gods haven't been online in person for a long time, and only Janna showed off her big hand to the mortals in the Twin Cities not long ago.

"Go away!" Riven looked at the severed hand on the floor deliberately and impatiently: "Take your hand with you before you leave, so as not to dirty my friend's house."

Her words were filled with murderous intent and showed no mercy. The officer thought he was facing his own military commander.

But this way of speaking is the most effective for Noxians.

Sure enough, he looked uncertain for a while, but after struggling, he still reluctantly picked up the severed hand, turned around and fled with the team.

After the officer left, everyone finally took a long breath.

"Thank you." Feiya looked at Riven gratefully.

But this girl was not slow in thinking, and she quickly asked worriedly: "Orianna, you have now exposed your identity and attracted the attention of the Noxians. Isn't this dangerous?"

"No." Riven said calmly: "Noxus has always only feared the strong. If we reveal the identity of the Wind Leader, they will be afraid of the power of the goddess Janna and have some scruples about us."

"That's it." Feiya breathed a sigh of relief.

But she still discovered the problem with this method: "But Orianna, how can we make those Noxians believe in your identity as the special envoy of the Wind Leader?"

"This is Ionia after all, not the Twin Cities. No Wind Leader has ever been to Ionia before."

"I know you are the leader, but what if they don't believe you are the leader?"

"Uh" Riwen was silent.

After all, this was just an emergency measure she was forced to use in a desperate situation.

She really didn't have time to seriously consider how to prove her identity.

"Oh, I know!" In the silence, Feiya figured it out again.

She looked at Riven expectantly: "I heard that you Wind Leaders can borrow divine power to control the strong wind and reveal the thread of faith - Orianna, you must want to use this method to prove your identity, right?"

Riwen: "."

It's over, it's over now!

In her desperation, she even forgot that the real leader can use the magic given by the goddess Janna.

And what Fiya knew, it was impossible for the knowledgeable people in the Noxian army not to know.

What if the other party asked her to perform "Wind Slash" or something live?

"Um, Feiya?" Riven sweatdropped on her forehead: "How about we escape first while no one is guarding us."

Before he could finish his words, there was another sound of heavy footsteps coming from outside the door of the mansion.

It's the Noxians coming.

Perhaps it was because the officer happened to be nearby, but within two minutes of the officer escaping, he followed Riven's request and quickly found his officer.

This person is not an ordinary commander.

Appearing at the door of the Feiya family's mansion was a Noxian general who was flanked by two rows of tall bodyguards, carrying a broad sword, wearing a red robe, and wearing heavy armor.

"Oops." Riwen's heart sank.

Of course she recognized that in the Noxian army, the only person who could travel with such pomp and circumstance and be qualified to wear this armor was the leader of one chapter.

And the last time she had a head-to-head confrontation with a battle group leader who was guarded by personal guards, what was her outcome?

Those who can lead a war group are basically strong men, and a military formation composed of elite personal guards cannot be easily defeated by Riven alone. What's more, now that she doesn't have the black stone rune giant sword, her strength is greatly reduced.

It is even more impossible to fight out among these thousands of troops.

In short, the moment the Noxian general appeared, it meant that she was completely cut off from even the possibility of escaping.

She has only two options next, either death or life.

Riven felt nervous.

As soon as this skinny and sinister-looking leader of the war group walked in, he quietly scanned the crowd with his sharp and cold eyes like a falcon.

From Feiya who was panicking but trying to calm down, to the servants who carefully guarded Feiya, to Riven who was tall and tall with a stern face.

It wasn't until he looked at Riwen for a moment and saw that there was indeed no trace of fear in the other person's eyes that he quietly calmed down his momentum.

"My name is Lester Barclay, and I am the commander-in-chief of this combat operation against Baru'e Province." He said calmly.

"Is it him?" Riven was obviously more nervous than she appeared.

She has followed the imperial army to fight in all directions over the years. In addition to Ionia, she has been involved in several major battlefields of the empire. She also vaguely knows many generals with surnames.

Including General Leicester.

Everyone said that he was the most sinister officer under His Majesty Darkwill.

Because he is just as insidious and vicious as Amystan, he will fight at any cost, and he has no bottom line.

It's just that Amystan's favorite tactic is to lure the enemy with slave legions + use incendiary bombs to clear the ground.

Although this General Leicester is a little less perverted and bloodthirsty than Amystan, his tactics are more dirty and dirty - he especially likes to use boy scouts, and in every battle he will force a group of children to be used as bait.

Charge ahead.

Riwen became more and more fearful.

After General Leicester announced his home, he was not in a hurry to find a seat to sit down.

He just stood, maintaining a higher height than Riven, and then asked coldly: "Are you the Orianna, the one who 'claims' to be the envoy of the Windleader?"

"Yes." Riwen nodded quietly, maintaining an equal balance with her.

This made Leicester pay more attention to her.

But he still opened his mouth aggressively and asked: "How do you prove it?"

Feiya's worries immediately came true.

Riven's tough attitude could intimidate the young officer, but not a powerful and well-informed leader of the Chapter.

To gain his respect, she must prove her status as a leader.

"I" Riven is trying to think of another way to deal with it.

But Feiya suddenly summoned up the courage, raised her cat ears, raised her head, and helped her build momentum carelessly: "Orianna is a leader and a loyal believer of the goddess Janna. Of course she can control the wind of change.

The divine power——"

"If you don't believe it, then let you see the magic of our wind leader!"

Riwen: "."

"Oh?" General Lester finally showed a trace of solemnity on his face.

And the general's bodyguards, who were tall, powerful and fierce, all looked at Riwen warily.

"Orianna?" Feiya didn't realize how desperate Riven was now.

She also looked over, her eyes full of expectation.

For a moment, everyone at the scene was looking at Riven.

Riven was so desperate.

She regretted and blamed herself for not telling the truth earlier, giving Fiya and others illusory hope.

It's fine now.

They will soon discover that she is just a fake leader and no one can save her.

As for Feiya, her servants and servants will also be implicated in their deaths here due to her selfish and shameless lies.

"Huh?" In the silence, General Lester had already realized that something was wrong.

"Orianna?" Feiya was still staring at her stupidly.

The air becomes increasingly dead.

The atmosphere became increasingly anxious.

Riven could barely suppress the cold sweat on her forehead and resigned herself to accepting this inevitable death.

"No, it can't be done."

"I am not alone now, and I cannot die like this."

Riven glanced at Feia with a heavy heart, looking at the sailors who were expecting her to bring miracles to Ionia.

She finally closed her eyes decisively and prayed hard in her heart.
To be continued...