Hundreds of corpses flowed down the river, and the rays of light from the sky spread their last tenderness to the increasingly cold earth, reflecting a layer of blood on the magnificent Huanxi River.
After the attack, the fleet rested on the Phantom River for two days. It was not until no more Noxian bodies were found on the river bed and along the banks that the fleet put aside its memory of the dead and continued to move forward.
Without spending much effort, Night Blade's interrogator took out the information Lester wanted from the frightened prisoner's mouth.
There are two groups of attackers, one of whom is the Navoli Brotherhood, an old acquaintance. Needless to say, judging from the Brotherhood’s increasingly impatient and frequent attacks, Camille and her magic crystal tactical team should
He put in a lot of effort secretly,
At least the veteran assassins of the Brotherhood are on pins and needles, wanting to dig deep into the ground to hang up the unknown force who stole their butts for three days and three nights. When they can't find the target, it is obvious that the Brotherhood has pinned the crime on them.
On the Noxian's head.
Another group of guys who use special natural spiritual power to build ships are cultists who believe in the Natural Spirit Sect. Even Navoli's killers don't know how their organization hooked up with these perverts.
There are also believers of the Spirit of Nature among the prisoners. Unfortunately, these believers are just the outermost cannon fodder.
Except for a natural spirit priest named [Hogan], these idiots know nothing about what they believe in. They can fool people to the point of voluntarily committing suicide without knowing anything. Lester also
I don’t know whether I should admire the Nature Spirit Sect for their means or the Ionians who lack faith and abandon their brains and surrender.
"I was just thinking about how to deal with this group of extreme environmentalists, but I didn't expect them to come to my door like this."
On the deck, Lester enjoyed the quiet Ionian night with Syndra's company.
Life on the ship is quite boring. Apart from being deeply affectionate with Sindra in the room, Lester would go on the deck every day to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the coast. This has become a fixed habit.
The fantasy style of Ionia is different from most places in Runeterra. It is like a fantasy mixed between the spiritual realm and the material realm of Bandel, finding a balance between the innocence of fairy tales and the cruelty of the world.
When the day is high, unknown golden streams of light like wheat ears sometimes appear in the sky and on the earth. At night, the cold crescent moon as big as a jade plate hangs in the night sky with twinkling stars. If you are lucky, you can still see it.
Seeing the continuous rain of meteors and comet tails, just like the golden stream of light during the day, I don’t know where they come from and where they are going.
Silver fireflies perch on the gray-brown cloud forest like stone monuments, and birds that look like owls hover on both sides of the river bank.
At the end of the horizon, ancient stone pillars and palaces like hanging castles are covered with ancient ivy vines. The ancient battlefield with countless magic restrictions is like a stone sword that opened up the world. At night, there will be a ten-meter-high dark blue talisman.
The giant statue of Wen climbed up from the rubble and stood in the graveyard composed of broken swords and halberds, staring into the eternal distance.
Ionia, known as the land of birth, has too many secrets, and the sacred forest Omikayalan is just one of them. There is no telling how many things are worth discovering under the dust buried by history. This is
One of the reasons why Leicester is bound to win Ionia.
At this point, he can only drive this ancient war machine of the Noxus Empire forward, either crushing all obstacles that stand in the way of becoming the Supreme of Runeterra, or crashing to death under the high wall of the world.
Regardless of success or failure, at least it is the result of his hard work and he will not regret it.
"What are you going to do, teacher? Are you going to send the Night Blade to track down the secrets of the Nature Spirit Sect?"
Sensing something strange about Lester, Sindra took the initiative to hold the man's right hand.
Gently hugging Syndra, in the nearly thousand years of being a long-lived species, Lester has long abandoned the way of thinking of short-lived species, not to mention the human taboos that ordinary people need to consider.
In fact, if he is given another chance to return to his previous life, he will definitely hug his apprentice Elena without hesitation, and lead his naughty and good apprentice all the way out of the organization and fly away.
If the organization dares to continue to be unrelenting, he doesn't mind completely destroying the organization.
"I have a more suitable candidate for this matter."
Feeling Syndra's warm and soft body, Lester's mind gradually relaxed.
"This man has made many friends in order to pass down the martial arts. He once traveled around the continent of Ionia alone. He also has superb martial arts strength and has an extremely deep understanding of ancient culture."
The blushing Sindra huddled in the man's arms, feeling the carefree peace and contentment, but gave up thinking.
"Teacher, who is this person?"
Lester felt a little funny when he thought about Syndra taking the initiative to inquire about [Weapon Master] from him more than twenty years ago.
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Sure enough, women with a love brain are idiots who can't think.
"You should have heard of this person, think about it? How boring would it be to tell you directly?"
Syndra, who pursed her lips, tried to find a candidate who met the criteria in her own impression, but came up blank after much thought. Only the teacher's body kept transmitting warmth to herself, making it impossible for her to exert even half of her strength.
This feeling is so shameful...
"Syndra?"
"Ah? I, I don't know...I'm sorry..."
Looking at the somewhat flustered Sindra in his arms, he knew that under his doting, Sindra would give up her ability to think independently as long as she was around him, and Lester would not be able to continue teasing this little girl of about forty years old.
.
Speaking of which, this was the result of his own efforts to control Syndra with his emotions.
"Weapons Master Jax, have you heard of it? Have you seen a burning lamppost? Have you ever suffered from a three-finger casserole fist?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Syndra's eyes widened.
"I've been talking for a long time, so it's Master Jax? I just said why are you so familiar...wait, Master Jax is in Ionia?"
Lester smiled and nodded.
"To be precise, it was in Presidence. This guy used the Blade of Night to convey his request for a meeting to me. It just so happened that he was attacking Presidence this time, so he would definitely come to visit me.
He is definitely not willing to help us fight the Ionians from the perspective of the invaders, but he is definitely willing to smash the heads of those cultists with a lamppost.
Believe me, there is no one in Runeterra who is more suitable to investigate the secrets of the Nature Spirit Cult than Jax and his disciples."
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The petals of the peach blossoms fell from the window.
In a private room in a tavern in Presidence, Jax, wrapped in a cloak, sat on the window seat, carefully lifting the metal porous mask halfway to reveal his mouth, chewing on the blood-streaked beef pieces.
,
At the opposite table, an old bald monk who took out his money bag was persuading him earnestly.
"Master Jax, I know there are some words that bother you..."
Before Jax could say anything, the bald monk continued.
"Although it is annoying, I still want to say that you are a highly respected martial arts benchmark in the land of birth. Faced with the unjust acts of the Noxians, you should raise the banner and lead us martial arts people to fight against Noxus."
The invasion of the Sri Lankan people, now that Karma has been reincarnated and rebuilt, the gate of the Kinkou Temple is closed, the Ryūnyin style is groveling, only you are willing to stand up..."
After swallowing the delicious beef piece in one bite, Jax raised his few three fingers and shook them vigorously.
"I don't want to, really, Master Gon Custer, I have my own things to do here, not to participate in the war between you Ionians and Noxians. If I face the void, I will definitely
Take action, but things between countries...
My status is really not suitable for me to get involved, not to mention that Shuoji Temple, the hometown of your Vajra Sect, doesn’t seem to have the same opinions, so what’s the point of asking me, an outsider?”
After saying that, Jax stared directly at the fourth empty plate. Gun Custer could only ask the store owner to order another four pounds of rare beef.
Already aware of Jax's inadequacy, Gun Custer took a deep breath, perfectly displayed the characteristics of an ascetic, and continued without any discouragement.
"Anyone who wavers will stand up and become a resister after seeing the brutality of the Noxians. Before more Ionians understand that we have no way to retreat, we need..."
"But why did I hear that Noxians committed no crimes after entering the country?"
Taking the four plates of beef from the waiter's hand, under the trembling gaze of the waiter, Jax bit into the beef pieces with his big dark purple mouth, and swallowed half a catty as soon as he closed his mouth.
Gun Custer waved his hand, and the waiter swallowed a mouthful of saliva and ran away in panic as if he was receiving an amnesty.
What kind of weirdo is this? No wonder he eats cooked beef that is rare.
"As far as I know, in the past six months or so, after Philo Island was ruled by the Noxians, many Ionians and Vastayans chose to immigrate from the east to join the Noxus Empire? What if Nok
The Sarsians are really so cruel, how could you Ionians jump into the wolf den on your own initiative? Are you all fools?"
Feeling a little uncomfortable at Jax's words, Gang Custer rubbed his swollen head and explained with a grimace.
"They must have been seduced by the sweet words of the Noxians. Who doesn't know that the dark wizards of the Noxians love to confuse people's hearts?
Master Jax, this is what the Noxians do when they see that we are outnumbered. If we really want the Noxians to gain a foothold in the newly born land, then the sword will be added to Ionia.
Life will only get sweeter as time goes by, and those who don’t think it’s sweet will be buried by you, and by then it will be too late to resist.”
After eating the third piece of beef, Jax burped, drank the chrysanthemum tea in the cup, and took off the porous mask, thus exposing Jax's altered appearance.
There are two ugly spiral holes on the wrinkled purple skin, and the flat facial features are basically distorted. There is no beard or hair on the smooth face, and some protruding dark purple eyes have eight large and small ones.
The four eyes near the sides of the cheeks will also involuntarily shift to the sides, perfectly inconsistent with the main line of sight in the center. The jagged teeth are still stained with raw beef bloodshot, making it look like they just ate it.
Extraordinary monster.
Faced with Jax's blank gaze, Gun Custer, who was mentally attacked, closed his eyes and almost fainted.
With a hint of mockery in the corner of his mouth, Jax stuffed the last piece of beef into his mouth, put on his mask again, and stood up.
"Did you see it? In the eyes of most people, I am just a monster who survived the void war in Icathia.
You Ionians should not let a monster from a foreign country become a benchmark for martial arts. I have met many capable people in this beautiful land. You should believe that even without Jax, Ionian
The demihumans can also fight against the Noxians, and I would be grateful to Jax for asking Master Gon Custer to stay here."
The resolute weapon master left the private room on the second floor with his lamppost, walking very gracefully,
Gun Castor opened his eyes and sighed deeply, but he didn't know when he saw a willing tavern waiter standing next to him.
"Well, well, together with the tea and the one-month room booked by the person just now, the total is one gold and thirty-two silver. Thank you for your patronage..."
"How much did you say? Repeat it again!?"
Hearing this, the ascetic monk Gang Castor suddenly stood up and grabbed the attendant's collar with a look of disbelief. The attendant trembled with an expression that looked uglier than crying.
"One, one gold and thirty-two silvers. Sir, as a revered monk, you don't want to eat the Overlord's meal, right?"
Gang Castor looked down at the three cups of scented tea and eight empty plates on the table with a dull face. He just wanted to say hello to the attendant's eighteenth-generation mother. I sat here from beginning to end with a dry mouth and tried to persuade that woman.
A void monster that eats only beef without food or salt, which of your eyes has ever seen me fucking eat anything?
Thinking this way, Gang Custer, who represented the ascetic monk, really couldn't do such a rude act, so he could only swallow the foul language back into his stomach with difficulty.
"Don't worry, you won't be short of money."
With a cold voice, Gun Castor kept shaking at the same frequency as the attendant, picked up the money bag, and opened the mouth of the bag. The monk, who was suffocating, saw that there was only one gold and dozens of coppers in the bag. For a moment, he couldn't help but
Taking a deep breath,
The eight gold coins that he originally prepared to bribe Jax were all spent within a week. Counting the private money he had saved from his wife for several years, it seems that he still owes more than thirty silver coins?
So much money, how can you just lose food and drink? Even if you raise a fucking pig, it’s not that edible, right? And if you fucking talk about it, just leave, and you’re going to use my money to book a hotel room for another month.
?
Jax, are you a fucking human?
Mom gave birth to it, right?
"Then, that...guest officer?"
Under the horrified gaze of the attendant, Gun Castor took off the cloth monk's robe directly. The old monk with red eyes handed the clothes and money bag to the attendant, and the knotted muscles on his body swelled.
"There are still thirty-two silvers left. I'll give you the clothes and I'll come back to you shortly. Do you think it's okay? Huh!?"
"Uncle! You can do whatever you want! I'm just a handyman, please spare me!"
