"You'll understand me, I'm sure." The veteran stared at Riven with burning eyes, until the latter's eyes faltered slightly.

"Yes, sir, Noxus is my hometown." Rui Wen lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at him with her eyes again, and replied in the official dialect of Noxus.

The tone was a little jerky, and she hadn't spoken her native dialect in years.

Behind the veteran was a dense array of light cavalry, numbering close to a thousand.

It was clear that this was just a vanguard force, coming to clear the way for the army behind to crush the border.

Although these cavalry had a uniform standard of light armor, there was no unified standard armor, some cavalry carried crossbows, some held tomahawk swords, and some held magic staffs, but the number was very small.

These were all weapons that each of them excelled in, and Noxus encouraged and embraced the natural talents of his soldiers, rather than forcing them to adopt a particular method of warfare, even within the Trifali Legion, where there was little consistency in the ranks.

For example, as the chief swordsman of Noxus, Riven possessed a unique runic broadsword, a magical weapon given by the previous emperor Darkwell and enchanted by the Pale Lady.

Although, that sword has now become a past that she doesn't want to remember anymore, and her faith in the motherland has been sealed together.

The war horse in front of her snorted, and the fierce air currents blew Rui Wen's messy hair, pulling her back to reality from her memories.

When she saw the Noxians in front of her, she realized that there were some things she couldn't escape.

"I've always been very accurate in seeing people, what's your name?" The veteran asked.

"Sir, my name is Ruiwen." Just now, Raven had made up her mind not to run away anymore, so she answered truthfully.

"Call me General Cyrus. I saw at a glance that you were extraordinary, which is why I am standing here and talking to you. Sellers dismounted, and looked closer.

Riven took one last look at the blade, the opportunity came, but reason told her not to act rashly, and the two cavalrymen around her with crossbows aimed at her, and she would be shot immediately before she could turn Cyrus into a hostage.

Cyrus looked at Raven, and Riven looked at Cyrus, and she saw more details about the veteran.

Because it was no longer an upward angle, Rui Wen saw the scar on Cyrus's forehead this time, which involved some of her memories and reminded her of some information about the general......

This veteran has a high status in the Empire, because the two brothers Darius and Delevingne were recruited by him into the army, and now they have made great achievements in the military one by one, the elder brother has become the hand of Noxus, and the younger brother has become the glorious executioner, so General Sellers has also become the recognized "Bole" of the empire because of this pair of extremely accurate eyes.

In addition, the veteran's personality is also one of the more enlightened ones.

Twenty-three years earlier, he had led a team into Besilico in Toucheng, the hometown of Darius, and was assassinated by Draven, who was a bear child at the time, but he circumvented them, and it was this act of kindness that earned the two brothers their loyalty to the Empire.

To this day, he is still the object of respect of the two brothers.

And today, he used these discerning eyes to discover Rui Wen's extraordinary, so he ordered the cavalry regiment to stop advancing, dismount and talk to him, if it were replaced by another Ionian who was not afraid of death and wanted to stand in the way, he might have been crushed by the horse's hooves.

"You've served in the military, right?" Cyrus circled around Ruiwen twice, and immediately found out how her strong physique was cultivated, and there was still a certain difference between the body trained by martial arts and farming, such as the sharp edge that Ruiwen couldn't hide in her eyes.

Even if a good knife has been buried in the soil for many years, it still can't hide the fact that it is a good knife.

"Yes." Rui Wen didn't want to bring up that past anymore, and she couldn't resist Cyrus's question, so she could only answer him minimally.

"In that case, is there any idea of returning to the army?" Sellers said.

"You... What do you say? Cyrus's sudden wooing made Riven feel surprised and frightened: "I heard you right, right? ”

"That's right, I'm inviting you back to the military." Sellers said with a smile that he likes to discover talent, and Noxus originally implemented a policy of using only talent regardless of provenance, and they put people's ability first.

Silas saw that Riven was not weak, and at least he could easily defeat him, just with this ploughshare blade for ploughing.

"I am a deserter and am no longer worthy to fight for the great Noxus." Rui Wen lowered her head, her gaze darkened.

"I know you've been in Ionia for at least a few years, just by looking at your skillful ploughing. If you are willing to return to Noxus and tell us what you have over the years, you can regain your glory from a shameful deserter to a lone scout. ”

Cyrus stood with his hands in his hands, looking at Riven quietly, giving her enough time to think.

He had seen a lot of this kind of fierce psychological struggle, and every time he led an army to capture a city for Noxus, the people there would be deeply distressed by the surrender or resistance, just like Rui Wen in front of him.

Noxus, as it expands and defeats neighboring cultures and city-states, offers an alternative to conquered peoples; Either swear allegiance to Noxus and judge you only by your worth, or be destroyed. This is not a pretext or a ruse;

The Noxians kept their word, and many found their future greatly improved after converting to the way of life of their conquerors, but those who refused to bend their knees were mercilessly crushed.

So sometimes, surrendering to Noxus can also bring great benefits to oneself, enjoying the protection of the imperial army while avoiding destruction, and the cultural tolerance of Noxus will also allow the traditions of the place to be preserved.

However, how to decide, in the end, it depends on the ruler in everyone's heart.

Moo –

The ploughing cow behind him barked, as if asking Rui Wen why she had been lazy for so long this time?

It didn't know what fierce ideological struggle was going on in Ruiwen's heart at this time, and it would never be able to understand it.

On the one hand, it is the motherland and the supreme glory that made her disappoint once, and on the other hand, the second hometown she loves and the relatives who are about to meet the war; Choosing the motherland is helping this group of executioners to kill their relatives, and choosing a family means bearing the infamy of a traitor.

This choice is too difficult and too difficult.

"Daida! You Noxians, don't try to hurt my daughter! ”

At this moment, Rui Wen heard a shout like a cow behind her, and her voice was loud. This was followed by the sound of vague footsteps, crackling on the wet earth.