Udir raised his hand and pulled out the arrow that had swung into his shoulder, and suddenly a line of blood rushed out of the wound, and the blood of the fire phoenix spirit burned as soon as it touched the air. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The strange sight caused the Noxians who gathered around him to look at him in horror, and the ragged-robed monk seemed to have transformed into a raging beast and rampaged through the crowd.

The torn corpses at his feet seemed to warn the Noxian warriors in front of him that they did not dare to approach easily, and instead let the archers block from a distance.

How do you know that although this Udir was hit by a few arrows, his body soon emitted a large green glow, and the energy tortoise shell faintly appeared on the surface of the skin, blocking the next arrow rain.

This beastly fighting style made several people behind him stunned, the tiger was swift, the brute bear monster was powerful, the spirit turtle was tenacious, and after merging into the spirit of the fire phoenix, Udir's whole body was erupting with blazing flames.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the Noxians had no choice but to shout and order the charge, relying on the superiority of numbers to surround the group and make plans again. Although the generals shouted orders, telling them that this was just a mortal, and sooner or later they would be exhausted, but many people began to be afraid, Li Qing just now had already made them feel almost monsters, and now such a humanoid beast had appeared.

Chen also knew that Udil had a limit after all, and the soldiers who were covering the transfer of the hospital together exchanged glances with each other, and they all nodded and stood in the same column as Udil, forming a steel line of defense.

The Noxians roared like a rushing black tide.

……

Irelia sat on the floor, legs crossed, staring at the heirloom sword on the wall.

She was the only one in the house, and the building had long since been emptied, and the servants and cooks had already packed up and gone out of the city overnight, and had taken some valuable things with them, and Irelia did not blame them. Even if this is the residence of the city defense officer Zeroth, nothing can stop people from protecting themselves in a matter of life and death.

Everyone knew that Presidium was already an unstoppable wall, and perhaps they should have known it a long time ago. Thinking about it now, the excitement of winning the first battle and the unrealistic hopes that came with it are really a bit ridiculous. It's just that...... The white-robed magician, the leader of the War College, Reginald, does have the ability to infect everyone.

She just wanted to come back here and talk to her father, if he was still alive, would he take up this sword and stand on the high wall of Presidium?

Now all that was left was the lonely heirloom sword hanging on the wall, and the four blades formed the shape of an "X", barely put together in their original shape, but the most central part was empty, and there were no connected parts to make them together, it was just four scattered blades, which could not be called a sword at all.

She heard the sound of battle and bombing outside, and walked to the window to look into the distance, the catapults outside the city were constantly firing fire oil bombs, and many parts of the city were already in flames, and the rising plumes of smoke merged into black and oppressive clouds in the air.

Among the collapsed houses, countless villains wearing armor of their own colors were fighting fiercely. Stunned, a feathered arrow flew into the window and slashed past her eyelashes. Irelia was startled before realizing that the fighting had spread downstairs. Among the two warring sides......

Star Maiden Soraka? The warrior monk who has mastered the power of the beast spirit is also there. And the monkey in battle armor, with a long stick in his hand, stirred into the Noxian military formation, and the appearance of the monkey and the crown was a little funny no matter how you looked at it. Disciples of the Sword Master with long swords, and five or six Ionian guards in armor.

And in the rear where they were covering, stretcher soldiers were galloping, and the old military doctor was supporting the limping soldier and fled in the direction of the city center.

"They're in danger." Irelia's heart tightened, and she hurried downstairs to join them, but as soon as she turned around, the girl almost screamed.

The heirloom sword composed of four blades was levitating behind her, like the evil spell of the ghost in the story, suspended in mid-air......

"You...... You ......" Irelia seemed to understand the meaning of the heirloom sword, if the sword could really be a spiritual being.

She held out her hand to it with a trembling hand, her palm dangling halfway, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to hold it, but the four blades were separated from each other, and there was no place to grasp them.

When he was puzzled, a cloud of red energy suddenly surged in his palm, and that energy slowly condensed into a ball, connecting between the four blades, exuding a faint heat.

"This ...... It's ......" Sensing the power, Irelia's eyes widened, and visions flickered like a summer rainstorm.

The figure in front of him turned out to be his father Rito, but it looked like a phantom that was about to disappear.

"Congratulations, Ellie, the Sword of Inheritance has chosen you. I always wanted you to stay away from this strife, but I didn't expect that it turned out that these are your fate. Go on bravely, whoever can activate the Sword of Inheritance must have a heart that protects Ionia, remember to ...... it Passed on......" His figure slowly dissipated, and his voice grew more and more distant, and finally the phantom disappeared as if it had never existed.

"Father......" Tears blurred her vision, and the sound of battle not far away reached her ears, she wiped away her tears, and the red hub held in her palm danced with bursts of light.

She took a deep breath and sucked her weak self into the deepest part of her body, then ran briskly down the stairs.

……

The white robe hunted with the rush of the wind, and the footsteps followed closely behind.

I can't get rid of it.

Although Reginald never thought of getting rid of him in such an easy way, Noxus' number one killer, Tyrone the Shadow of the Blade. However, this guy was able to keep up with his speed, which still surprised him sincerely.

The southeast corner of the city, far from the main road leading to the city center, even if he really lost to the general, at least he could waste a lot of time before he could turn back to the main battlefield.

It is a park for relaxation and walking, surrounded by pavilions for tea drinking, decorated with soft grass and fountains, but now it is desolate and indistinguishable.

The terrain is open, so it is suitable as a battlefield for battles.

He stood still, with his back to the Assassin behind him, seemingly unafraid of being stabbed in the heart by a skilled blow in the back.

"What? Don't run anymore? The voice behind him was cold, like a knife out of its sheath.

"I just think this is a suitable venue for a decisive battle, so I stopped." Reginard replied, not a hint of emotion in his tone.

"Sure enough, it's still hard enough." Tyrone tossed a knife, and the blood groove on the edge of the blade sliced through the air, sending out a piercing stab in the air. "I won't lose to you again this time."

Tyrone lowered his head slightly, the shadow of his hood hiding his cheeks in the darkness.

"Let the horse come, I won't use that pupil technique again this time." Reginald said lightly, though his tense mental strength was nowhere near as light-hearted as his expression seemed.

But Tyrone's eyes widened because of his promise, a cold snort came out of the tip of his nose, and with a flick of his cloak, the huge sword array completely enveloped the world.