The story about her father gave Irelia a huge shock, but she didn't have much time to soak in it, as the war was going on outside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After successfully breaking through the outer defenses of Prestian City with the help of the Biopoisoners, the army of the Noxian Empire has launched a full-scale general attack.

Sinjid led a detachment of biochemical soldiers in the front, and hundreds of people in gas masks rushed madly into the city, and the gas canisters behind them began to spray highly toxic substances.

This force, though not as terrifying as the Biopoisoners, still causes great trouble for the Ionians.

A large number of troops were blocked in the city by the poisonous fog, and although Holy Keisha mobilized the Knights Templar in time to participate in the battle, it was still delayed for more than an hour.

In just over an hour, the main forces of the Imperial Army in the rear rushed through the city wall one after another, and after completing the assembly, they were divided into three routes: left, center, and right to attack the center of the city at the same time.

Irelia heard the shouts of murder coming from below, and walked out of the Sword Pavilion with her own sword.

Wind and Cloud Sword.

This heirloom sword finally has a real name, it is called Fengyun, and it is made of two swords, "Wind" and "Cloud". It also represents two people, their own father and Yi's mother.

Irelia finally understood why she had not been able to obtain the approval of this sword, it turned out that in addition to the family heirloom, there was also another independent sword spirit sealed in it.

"Mother Yi, I don't know if I'm qualified to get your inheritance, but I have to fight now, I have to be strong, please give me strength and courage."

Irelia muttered silently and slashed into the Imperial army.

The Sword Pavilion was located to the east of the city, in the direction of the Imperial Army's right attack, and the Imperial Army only dispatched 10,000 light infantry to smash the defensive line of the defenders' three mixed regiments into disarray.

Obviously, the loss of the Presidium and the outer city walls, which had stood for thousands of years, had a fatal psychological impact on the defenders. They were already on the weak side, and they couldn't even play their basic combat power, and it was only a matter of time before the entire defense line was crushed.

Irelia was anxious, but she wasn't a good military strategist and commander like her brother, she was just a warrior.

Since she is a warrior, all she can do is fight.

"For the promise made to my brother, for the people of Presidium, for Ionia. I can't hold back. ”

Irelia didn't have time to make peace with the defenders, but kept rushing through the Imperial army, reaping the lives of one person after another.

Eventually, this sturdy woman caught the attention of the Imperial Army, who drew more and more forces to besiege her.

A hundred people, no. Well, a thousand people are fine.

Irelia was surrounded by countless soldiers, and the Wind Cloud Sword swung out one sword after another, and the force was so great that the soldiers couldn't get close to it.

Like a nimble leopard, she scurried through the crowd, dodging attacks and looking for opportunities, and suddenly pounced on her and killed a man.

Soon, the corpse fell to the ground under his feet.

When the Imperial soldiers realized that they had encountered a strong man, they did not panic and fear, but showed a strong desire to fight.

More people gathered around, and the people who attacked again and again in the inner circle were shaken open by the woman's greatsword or died under the sword.

Whether they were dead or alive, their bodies were pushed forward by those behind them, squeezed like shields.

The space for battle was getting smaller and smaller, and Irelia was able to perform fewer and fewer moves, and finally she felt the pressure.

The enemy's sword slashed at the same time, and the Wind and Cloud Sword stopped it, but it could not resist the powerful force that had gathered.

Irelia stumbled against the broken wall behind her, and the enemies took the opportunity to take a few steps closer.

A black scimitar slashed at it, and the Fengyun Sword was raised to make a mechanical blocking action, each time weaker and weaker.

Strangely, Irelia didn't feel how tired her arms were, but felt a little unable to hold her eyelids.

After feeling like she had done her best, she was a little disgusted by the endless fighting. She really wanted to take a break and think about something else, something of her own.

The black scimitar of the Imperials blurred in vision, like the crescent moon seen when he was a child.

"...... as a child"

Irelia was stunned for a moment, why did she think of the moon when she was a child, because she couldn't remember how long it had been since she looked up at the moon.

For countless lonely nights, she practiced in the Sword Pavilion, in addition to practicing swords.

No way, who made her Rito's daughter and the inheritor of the family's martial arts. It's a heavy responsibility, and the moment it falls on her shoulders is a lifetime.

"It's so boring to practice swords alone, I'll accompany you."

When he was a child, Yi often used such an excuse to steal swordsmanship from Irelia, who was only Rito's youngest daughter at that time, and everyone, including herself, thought that her brother Zelos would become the inheritor of the family's martial arts.

At that time, Irelia also practiced swordsmanship, and she was also very diligent. But at that time, sword training was a simple hobby, not a responsibility, and there was not even a clear goal.

At that time, Irelia's only thought was that she would be better than Yi, so that he would always stick to himself and let himself teach him swordsmanship.

Irelia did it, and she was not only stronger than Yi, but also stronger than her brother Zeroth.

Perhaps because of this, she actually became the inheritor of the family's martial arts.

What a glorious status, even the cultivation has a magnificent and great goal. Fight for the glory of your family and fight for the protection of Ionia.

However, driven by such a great goal, Irelia's penance day and night ushered in a bottleneck period.

For a whole decade, she did not become a hero and was even surpassed by her brother. Now compared to Yi, she is even weaker.

Irelia felt pitiful for herself, for she had come to understand that the great goal of all these years was nothing but self-deception. It is just a burden, a confinement of the self.

"Maybe the goal is not how great it is, it's just whether it touches your heart."

Irelia would love to go back in time, to when she was a child, she practiced swords just to stay with someone, just the simple pleasures of life.

The towering Sword Pavilion appeared in her blurred vision, and Irelia looked at the lonely attic, and her mind was the happy time in the small courtyard below.

"Go back, I'm going back."

Irelia rushed out with her sword in hand, and at this moment she only wanted to go back and relive those good days. There is only one purpose, and this is the only motivation.

She no longer thinks about what to fight for the people, to fight for the country. If a person doesn't even have something to protect in his own life, how can he protect anything else?

Irelia finally let go of her long-held obsession, and then she was suddenly full of strength.

"Supreme Blade!"

She shouted without hesitation, unleashing the ultimate arcane skill. At this moment, she had an inexplicable confidence that she knew she could do it.

Because at this moment, she realized the Dao, the Dao in life, and the Dao in the other half of the Sword Spirit of the Fengyun Sword.

The Fengyun Sword split in two, the left side of the sword split again, and two blades engraved with the words "sky" and "wind" flew out, piercing through the surrounding imperial army.