Yasuo shuttled back and forth between the enemy's gaps, never staying in one place for long, not giving those knives and guns a chance to slash him.

As he weaved from enemy to enemy, his sword never stopped, flicking off a stabbing spear as it struck, leaving deadly marks on the enemy's chest along the shaft and arm.

The power of the elements is enriched in the blade, and these unprotected mortal irons are as fragile as weathered sandstone under Yasuo's sword.

Anger was building up on the sword, and he could clearly feel that the blade slashing at the Noxians and Ionians was a completely different feeling.

Every knife he slashed brought him a hint of pleasure, and at the moment he didn't seem to be fighting the Noxian army, but against the sins he had wrought.

Every Noxus blood debt would lessen his sins.

Anger continued to build, and Yasuo's knife grew faster and faster.

One of the warriors anticipated his movements, and held a shield axe in his track.

As soon as Yasuo flashed the spear that burst into his body, he saw an axe that reflected the luster of black iron slash head-on, and the blade of the axe matched a long scar on the bridge of Yasuo's nose.

In a short moment, he lifted the knife at his side in front of him, cut off the axe-wielder's hand, and the wind that moved with the blade blew the axe out of his hand, preventing it from slashing at his face by inertia, and then grabbed the moment when the shield did not prevent the opponent's attack, and swung his sword diagonally from the axe-wielder's armpit to his throat.

It was so lightning that the blood gushing from his wrists and neck didn't even have time to splash on his face.

The wind was accumulating, his sword was getting faster and faster, and the whirlwind in the battlefield was blowing harder......

The momentum of this sword is getting more and more intense.

"It doesn't seem like I need my help, Yasuo seems to have found a way to get them in the pot."

On the hill not far away, Jeno watched the battlefield with his arms crossed, allowing the wind to blow down the maple leaves on him, then stirring up a whirlpool on the ground, and then rising and tumbling towards the battlefield.

Only from a high place can Yasuo's intentions be clearly seen, he is not just a horizontal and vertical rush in the enemy formation to disrupt the formation, his tossing and turning seems to be irregular, but in fact, he is deliberately pulling the opponent's formation, and at the same time, the power of the sword blade in his hand has become stronger and stronger, and the power of the manic wind can be clearly perceived even by Jeno who is hundreds of meters away.

A terrible storm is coming, and if it is only for a moment, it will be enough to destroy the Noxian infantry regiment.

Just as Jeno was looking at it, something in his pocket vibrated and he had to be distracted.

Jeno withdrew his gaze from the battlefield, grabbed the communicator from his pocket, looked at the abbreviated text displayed on the crystal screen, and muttered in confusion: "Oriana? Give me a newsletter at this time? ”

"I hope it's not a big problem, I can't get out of the way right now." Jeno secretly prayed to the goddess of Cana, and then casually connected the communicator, and Oriana's voice immediately came from the other side.

"Jeno?"

"Ahem, it's me." Jeno cleared his throat. I was about to say something, but Orianna jumped off the topic and forgot the words for a moment.

"Are you back?" Oriana's voice was excited, but the question confused Jeno.

"No, why do you say that?" He replied truthfully.

The voice inside the communicator immediately withered, and a delightful voice came to my ears:

"I thought you were with Cana, but I heard the wind blowing over there, because you were in Zuan."

"Well, I'm in Ionia now, and if something comes to me, I can go back to see you right away, but I can't stay long, I still have a lot of important business to do here."

Oriana actually knew that Jano was in Ionia, and she had already communicated with Jeno when the news of Noxus' invasion of Ionia reached Piltover.

"Is that so? That's great, you'd better come back now, because Taliyah is getting ready to go to Ionia. ”

Taliyah? Coming to Ionia? At a time like this?

This may be good news.

He was sure that Orianna would not say such things to get hold of him, and if Taliyah really wanted to come to Ionia, then Jeno would definitely win her.

"Where is she now?" Jeno asked eagerly.

"It's at my house."

"Let her wait for me, I'll be there shortly."

After hanging up the communication, Jeno didn't care whether Yasuo was still fighting or not, and directly asked Tamm to take him to Piltover.

Tam's teleportation has no geographical restrictions on portals, and it is much faster than opening a portal by Jean No.

It's just that the disadvantages are also obvious, if there is no strict protection, then the passengers will be disgusted by Tamu's sticky and smelly saliva to the point of vomiting, and secondly, it can't carry many people.

Fortunately, Jeno has 360 degrees of crystal armor with no dead ends to prevent side leakage, so every time he uses the Tamu car, he will only leave a slight fishy smell on his body, and at this time, he can completely remove it as long as he asks Jana to blow a wind.

He tapped the valve of Colin's workshop, and then saw Orianna open the door open a gap large enough for one person to pass through, and her eyes lit up and she reached out and dragged him into the room.

"Eh, what's wrong?" Before Jeno could fully recover from the vertigo of teleportation, he was pulled into the martial house by Oriana in a daze, and the two of them collided together.

"Taliyah has been looking for ships in Piltover these days, but none of the merchant ships are bound for Ionia, and no shipwreck is willing to take her."

Jeno's chin hit Oriana's forehead, but instead of touching her aching forehead, she reached out and rubbed it against Jano's chin, where there was some prickly stubble, and she didn't forget to take the time to tell Jano about Taliyah's difficulties.

Jeno pressed his palm against Oriana's forehead, his thumb gently kneading his reddened forehead until the other party shyly retracted his head and grabbed his hand in the palm of his hand.

"It's because of the war. There was already a lucrative business on the Ionian side, and now that the coastline was surrounded by Noxus, smart people would not do this dangerous business. He said.

Although many Ionian souvenirs can be sold at a high price in Piltover, few people in Ionia are willing to offer this kind of cooperation, Ionia believes in harmony between man and nature, and naturally does not deliberately destroy the ecological environment for money, and there is no place to spend money there, it is useless to ask for too much.

"So you asked me to come back and pick her up?" Jeno asked.