Irelia stood on a slope outside the South Gate, separated by a grand barrier, and it was nerve-wracking compared to the shouts of Death Shaking outside the West Gate.

There was no ditch outside the southern wall, and there was a part of the camp of the former rebels, but it was divided outside the wall, and a fence enclosed the small abandoned camp, where the rebels who came out of the city to meet the battle were here.

Irelia spread out her hand, and a dandelion that glowed blue appeared in her hand, a plant that could be found everywhere in the land.

The dandelion was held up by the invisible magic that existed between heaven and earth, and her eyes followed closely, seeing the dandelion in her hand and other inextricable points of light, flowing above the rebels along the invisible magic river.

It's like the heroic spirits of the victims, watching over them from heaven.

"All souls are with us." Irelia meditated in her mind, then looked beyond the southern arch from the stars.

There, the stubborn Noxian soldiers had formed an array of arrays on the green plains several kilometers away, pressing on Irelia with heavy but determined steps.

The early morning fog had not yet dissipated, and on the banks of the river several kilometers behind those Noxus, warships docked, emitting gray wolf smoke and polluting this aura-filled land.

Irelia's face froze, no longer nostalgic for the scenery of her hometown, and she resolutely walked down the slope, the three light red ribbons around her wrists and tied to her hair swaying as she walked.

The rebels below watched her and retreated left and right to make way for her to charge.

"There's nothing to fear, Ionian warriors, charge with me!"

Irelia shouted, turning her walk into a run, and rushed out of the archway, her right hand on her chest, letting the heirloom blade fly behind her shoulder. The white-clad and barefoot rebels responded to her call like a white wave flooding the grassy plains.

The black phalanx, under the chanting of Admiral Wood, also launched an all-out offensive, with the soldiers brandishing shield axes and taunting.

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength.

There was no temptation, no provocation, and at the very beginning of the war, the Noxus side had already pressed all the chips.

Black and white waves collided, arrows rained down, magic rose into the air, flowers of blood bloomed across the land, and gunsmoke filled the battlefield.

This is a clash of tens of thousands of people, and no one can control such a battlefield alone. Although the battlefield here is not as large as on the other side, it is more bloody and cruel.

Now, the swords of both sides have been unsheathed, the banshee of fate has come to the battlefield screaming, and the goddess of victory is still wavering. The collision of steel and flesh, the struggle between magic and power, the duel between black and white. In the end, which side will be the final victor?

Irelia rushed to the front of the army, and the rebels she led were like sharp knives, stabbing into the ranks of Noxus' army that marched together.

The Noxus soldier swung his axe at her, and with a roar of rage, she stepped on the enemy's shield and leaped into the depths of the enemy line as she dodged the blade.

Irelia's movements were no longer as soft as waves. Now she is the will of the angry waves! A surge of rage!

She quickly swung her arm to the side, the beauty of strength in her limbs, and the blades behind her shoulders flew out in unison with her movements, drawing an arc of death, and a Noxian soldier fell beside her.

She leaped, her legs swept across the other side like whips, and the half-arc moon cut by the blade instantly turned into a full moon of death, slashing at all the enemies who wanted to behead her.

Her war dance efficiently harvested life in the Noxus array, and the Noxus defensive line was cut a large gap by Irelia's strangulation, and on the battlefield where the chaos was unbearable, the rebels were inspired by courage and turned into a turbid wave and slapped into the wounds of the enemy array.

The Blade of the Heirloom had been tainted by the blood of its enemies, and Irelia's bravery caught the attention of the enemy, who immediately recognized it as the Dancing Knife Maiden who had cut off the arm of the Svein Commander, and dozens of soldiers immediately formed an arch and roared towards her to behead her and win the supreme glory for themselves.

Besieged, Irelia turned and lunged deeper into the enemy line, crouching down on her knees, summoning the flying blades back to her side, forming an array to resist the deadly blades.

Then she spread out her palms, her five fingers popped out, and six blades flew out in unison, stabbing at the enemy's shield or belly armor, and she also bravely rushed into the enemy's encirclement, trying to scatter them!

"Ionia! Soaring and indestructible! ”

After a moment of dead silence, several Noxus in front of Irelia who were drawing their swords were actually scattered by six blades flying in unison, and Irelia broke through the encirclement of a wargroup by herself!

She never stopped walking, and after breaking up a warband, she came to the gap between the Noxus warbands.

Her gaze never lingered too far behind her, looking straight ahead, only to find a giant with a naked upper body and pale skin like a dead soul, holding a giant axe, biting a broken crown in his mouth, and with a bloody fire in his abdomen, he violently picked up the soldiers who stood in the way and rushed towards him!

Irelia bent her knees slightly, and the six blades swirled in front of her to form a hexagonal defensive formation, ready to use them against the abominable giant.

But before her sword formation was formed, the giant had already rushed in front of her at the highest speed, and with his forearms thicker than her waist, he lifted her into the air!

Irelia felt like she had been hit head-on by a dragon lizard sprinting at full speed, the pain filling her body, and she couldn't tell if her ribs were broken or not.

At the same time that Irelia was spun around, the six blades flipped in the air without any aesthetic sense, scattering all over the battlefield.

She fell to the ground, the armor on her shoulders bent from the violent rolling, and the softness of the grass helped her to cushion some of the impact of the fall, and finally she fell to the ground and stopped rolling.

Dust covered her face, and Irelia opened her eyes and slowly propped herself up, and she saw the corpses of Ionians all around, only a few Noxians in between, blood dripping from the tips of the grass, soaking the ground.

The remaining fighters still fought to the death around the corpses, trying to cut off each other's heads, but the rebels were clearly outwhelmed.

The difference between equipment and combat effectiveness was shown in the white-knuckle battle at this moment, which could not be made up for by a small courage, and the self who could fight bravely to kill the enemy had already fallen, and the balance of victory seemed to be tilting towards the side of Noxus.

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