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He turned his head and saw the soldier standing behind him with his sword in hand, the walls of fate, the Noxian army, and the Ionian defenders in training all vanished, and the world seemed like a vast desert, and only this soldier stood in front of him.

"Karma, I have to give you full authority first. I'm sorry. The real-life Reginald said with difficulty maintaining his normal voice, but his breathing became rapid and heavy as if he had really been stabbed.

He summoned a sharp sword, the blade of which parried the soldier's attack, and Reginald unleashed his sword with a wind attack, and although the muscles would hinder his movements when they pulled at the wound, he found in the tentative attack that the opponent was inferior to his own in martial arts.

It seems to be a magician who has invaded the spiritual world.

However, the other side quickly changed their tactics and switched to defensive delays, allowing the bleeding wounds of Reginad's sneak attack to play a greater role.

If Reginad dies in the spirit world, the place will collapse, and while it will not cause any actual damage to the soldiers, it will cause Reginald to be severely traumatized.

The intrusion of another person's spiritual power made it impossible for him to withdraw from the spiritual world.

The killer's elbow slammed into Reginald's wound, the pain stopping his movements, and the other took the opportunity to crush him, a grim smile on his face.

The raised sword flashed with a ferocious light like a viper, and it came towards him, and suddenly his movements paused for a moment, as if he was out of breath, and something was choking his throat, but the killer still managed to stab the blade into Reginald's body.

Reginald seized the opportunity and stabbed his sword into the heart, then twisted his wrist and destroyed his heart.

Reginad lay on the city wall, his hands covering his wounds, constantly adjusting his breathing, and then he got up and walked to the field hospital near the barracks, which was now empty, and the scene inside began the moment Reginald walked in, condensed by mental power.

He disinfected the wound with alcohol, and a piece of cloth was brought into the wound, which had to be removed or it would become infected. Such common sense can become a phenomenon created by the subconscious in the spiritual world.

He stood in front of a mirror, knife and tweezers in hand, ready to perform an operation on himself.

In fact, he only needs to dissipate the spiritual world and return to reality, but he still hopes to complete this exercise.

The foreign object pierced into the flesh with intense pain, and Reginald saw the piece of cloth, it was in the rolling wound, and he had to cut a little more through the virtual skin to get it out.

The bloody cloth slowly fell, and Reginard disinfected it with alcohol again, wrapped the wound in a bandage, and lay quietly on the hospital bed.

Spiritual power radiated and regained control of the city walls.

"Okay Karma, thank you for your hard work, I can continue to complete the rest of the work." He said.

The real-world body was already sweating from the pain, and the white robe was almost soaked with sweat.

Until he heard it, cheers came from the city walls. The flag bearer waved the Ionian flag aloft and shouted: "We have repelled the first round of attacks!" ”

Unaware that the white-robed mage was huddled in an empty field hospital.

Reginard's body relaxed, and the illusion of the spiritual world finally dissipated.

He lay on the cold ground, the light of the magic crystal flowing across his cheeks: "Tell the soldiers that their training is over today. Let them go back and have a good rest. Let them remember when we came here for special training, and they will realize that this is no longer a dream. I don't want this to have any side effects that make them unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality. ”

"Okay." Karma nodded, and the psionics dispersed, heading to the Transcendental Academy on the ground to wake up the soldiers.

Reginad finally exhaled, "Karma, give me a little help." ”

It was only when he grabbed his arm that Karma felt the weakness of Reginald's body, as if his feet could not support his body.

"Overconsumed?"

"It's someone who invaded. Someone invaded the mental space. "The successive mental traumas are not light. Do you know herbal medicine? I need to concoct some Ionian herbs - I don't have enough power to make potions. ”

Karma was surprised by Reginald's confession at first, but he didn't expect him to confess his situation because he asked her, but what could she do? This kind of guy, it's not an exaggeration to say that he's crazy.

"Okay." But she could only promise him.

"By the way, is there any good way? Like what...... For example, adding psionic energy to a potion. With such an old injury and a new injury, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover tomorrow morning. ”

Karma looked at him with only a look of contempt.

"Please." Reginald looked pitiful like a young beast, "Tomorrow is the last day of preparation, the last day, and the most important day. I definitely can't be absent. ”

Karma finally let out a long sigh. "Yes, it is feasible, but most of the Ionian potions are mild, and although psionic catalysis has an effect, it will inevitably be damaged."

"Better than nothing." Reginard said.

Karma scolded in his heart: "Will you die if you take a break?" ”

"By the way, what about Irelia?"

Karma shook her head.

"Forget it. It's nothing. Take me to the pharmacy. ”

……

There was a stagnation in his throat from the tent, and the black mage withdrew from the spiritual realm of meditation, his body was attacked, and he had to give up, he was only close to completing the assassination of Reginald in the spiritual realm, which would not kill him, but would hurt him hard.

Ionia, having lost Reginald, would quickly fall into a rout early in the war.

But it was stopped at a critical moment.

He opened his eyes, struggling to get some fresh air, but his throat was locked. It was a pale golden chain.

"You...... Be...... LeBlanc-sama? ”

The magician's face was shocked, and the cloak woman hid her face in the shadow of her clothes, but her magic still revealed her identity.

Only the sorcering queen LeBlanc has the secret method of refining magic power into a high concentration of pale golden energy.

The chains loosened his neck slightly, and the air suddenly pressed into his shriveled lungs, causing him to cough incessantly.

"Why betray the Black Rose?" LeBlanc has always presented herself as a charming and seductive woman, but she can also become cold as ice, like a supreme empress who exudes a domineering air, just like now. "I have explicitly ordered that the members of the Black Rose, even if they are part of Du Kekao's expeditionary force, do not really help him, especially not to assassinate Reginade. We should play the role of the yellow finch in the back, but you are now working for the general. ”

"I'm doing it for Noxus, whether it's Black Rose's...... It's still a great general's. Cough...... Ahem. ”

The chains tightened, clenching his throat tightly.

"You're ...... again For whom...... You're ...... Betrayed...... Black...... The man of roses ......"

LeBlanc looked blankly at the struggling magician until he was a corpse.

The Magic Sigil is activated.

She then appears in a room and lights up the magic lamp in the room. The furnishings in the room barely made out to be Ionian's, because the room was so messy—

On the table and on the floor, there were all kinds of strategic diagrams, and on the long table in the corner were a large flask, an alcohol lamp, a U-shaped tube, and a group of alchemical instruments, and next to it was a microscope made of ready-made materials.

The topographic map is a jumble of markings and patterns, and the handwriting is scribbled. All sorts of data are laid out on paper.

This is Reginald's office.

It was not difficult for her to enter here, she had left the magic mark of the golden ** power here in advance, and as for the principle of this technique, no one except LeBlanc knew about it.

She is an informant planted by Reginald, just like Reginald is also a pawn she put in the War College, Reginald is not wary of her, and all the secrets here are not secrets to her now.

She walked straight to her desk and glanced around, only to pick up an amber next to the pen holder. Golden, clear, and slightly shiny, with a small insect trapped inside, and the cilia on the antennae and limbs are clearly visible.

Thousands of years ago, a drop of melted pine resin trapped it in it.

She stared at the prisoner in her white palm, as if it were Rigginard, who was now in a desperate situation.

"Amber is the most beautiful cage in the world. What a sad and beautiful sight. You tell me? ”

She said into the empty room.

Reginard stepped out of the corner where he was hiding.

"You sent someone to assassinate me?"

"If you can't handle it to this extent, how are you going to deal with the 'bloody' assassins?" LeBlanc did not answer positively.

"Indeed, you also have to think about the future of the Black Rose. At the end of Du Kekao's expedition, a new round of power struggle in Noxus had already begun in that city-state. I wish you success, the threat of the Black Rose is more reassuring to me than the military department with its strength. ”

"You underestimate the black rose and overestimate yourself." LeBlanc smiled softly, softly and softly. "The black rose will bloom again."

"By the way, I've always wanted to ask you a question."

"Confidentiality. Didn't talk about it. 32C。 Still have questions? The corners of her charming eyes twitched with a hint of charm.

"No, I want to ask ......"

"She's alive." LeBlanc smiled faintly, didn't give him a second chance to ask, and disappeared into the room.