Master Yi was bored thinking about the rising stars that had sprung up in Ionia in recent years, and it was only after that humiliating war that these people had blossomed their own strength.

Master Yi also remembered that once innocent little girl, full of joy just thinking of being able to dance in the wind, she never thought that she would become the faint leader of the entire Ionian resistance like today.

She never imagined that one day she would become a warrior armed with a family heirloom blade, crushing any invader who tried to invade her homeland.

Irelia is a seemingly ordinary little girl in Ionia who actually has deep family roots, and when this little girl is destined to be extraordinary, she is deeply attracted by the elegance and beauty in the dynamics of the human body.

Under the careful guidance of her grandmother, she began to practice the traditional silk dance. Although she wasn't quite sure what the Ionian Spirits had to mystically connected to, her love for dance was unquestionable. In order to improve her skills, she left home to study with the most famous dancers in Ionia at Presidium in Navoli.

The Ionians are peaceful by nature and want to live in harmony with people, but some people see invaders on the coast.

Précidian was thus in a panic. Irelia returns to her village, only to find that her home has fallen. Soldiers from Noxus crossed the ocean, wearing steel helmets and spears in their hands, shoved unarmed civilians through the streets with the hilts of their spears.

The Admiral of Noxus, Dugur, also requisitioned the Zane family's mansion as a residence for the officers of the fleet. Irelia's brothers, as well as her father, Rito, have resisted.

Now the whole family is lying in the nameless tomb in the garden. Grief-stricken, Irelia saw Dugoor's men carrying the utensils of her home, including a large metal insignia, which was the crest of the Zan family.

Irelia hurried over to snatch it back from the Noxians. Dugur dragged her to the ground, had the soldiers smash the family crest with a hammer, and ordered them to dig a new grave for the child.

As they gathered around, Irelia turned her head to look at the shattered Zane family emblem on the ground. In the depths of her soul, a strange rhythm began to beat.

The shards of metal began to tremble and fly, as if they were moving consciously. Once again, Irelia felt the peaceful joy of the ancient ritual......

With a wave of her arm, the shards whizzed like blades, slicing through the bodies of the two Noxian soldiers. Dugur and his officers retreated, and Irelia picked up the fragments of the emblem and fled the village.

In the silence of the forest, Irelia mourns her family and remembers her grandmother's teachings. It dawned on her that what she had learned was not just dancing, but the powerful manifestation of something greater.

The occupation of Noxus has shaken the fragile peace of the Newborn Lands. Even the sect leader, Karma, is said to have been forced to use magic to fight back against her invaders, but now her followers have all retreated to the Temple of Eternity, deciding not to condone any violence. In Navoli, opinions begin to converge, and a force of resistance has formed, vowing to fight to the death to set Ionia free. Irelia joined them. At the camp in the woods, she would dance her favorite dance for everyone, in order to preserve some of the fading customs of her hometown.

When she returned to Precidian, Irelia had just turned fourteen. The rebels merged with the local militia and swore to defend the temple and sacred grounds to the death.

But the Noxians know very well the value of this place. The cunning general Jericho Svein had already taken Presidian and captured the defenders as hostages, intending to lure the troops who came to support him into the trap.

This is the moment when Irelia stepped forward to face her fate. She no longer restrained herself, and the power of the ancient blade dance surged out, surging and surging, knocking down a dozen of Svein's men in the blink of an eye, causing a fluster. The captives fought alongside her until the general himself became one of her defeated men, and the scene was the turning point of the war when Irelia raised his severed arm above her head.

This victory, also known as Navoli's uprightness, made the name of Irelia known to all Ionians. They saw her as the leader of the resistance. Reluctantly, she led the growing rebel army to fight bloodily for nearly three years, until she finally cornered the defeated Dougur at Talu Bay, and completed the revenge she had longed for with her own hands.

Although the war has been over for many years, Ionia is no longer what it used to be. The newborn lands were torn apart and hostile to each other, and the war was no less tragic than during the Noxian invasion. Many still count on Irelia to solve this situation. Perhaps they couldn't ask for it, but Irelia was still apprehensive.

In the bottom of her heart, she still longs for simple dancing.

Sometimes it looks like a calm sea, sometimes it looks like a raging storm. A fierce defender of Ionia, Irelia has been trained in dance from her ancestors and has turned the art into combat. With her graceful movements, sharp blades dance in a deadly array in the air, and this dancer will slash out any fool who wants to play the role of conqueror.

Irelia's family, in the memory of Master Yi, belonged to a powerful and hidden hidden family.

This family is adept at wielding the blade of a living creature in their hands, and it was one of the few majestic families on the Ionian Road.

However, after experiencing several rune wars on the Valoran Continent, the damage suffered by this family has caused this heirloom family to be in ruins.

Without informing anyone, the family, which seemed to be at the pinnacle of power on the Ionian continent yesterday, announced its dissolution overnight.

This large and powerful family disappeared in a very short period of time.

Most of the members of his family have changed their lives incognito and continue to live on the Ionian continent.

It's just that they don't continue to come and go freely.

Most of them spend their lives in the trivial things of life, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

Most of these people continue to join the army and continue to exert their absolute strength on the battlefield in the name of soldiers, but the best destination for a pure soldier on the battlefield is just to die in battle.