Grant is the largest province in the whole of Ionia, stretching for thousands of miles from Nawel to Presidium. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But it was also one of the least appreciated provinces, economically dependent on Naville, politically subject to Presidium, and had no place in the kingdom as a whole.

At the beginning of the war, the province of Grant fell in its entirety, and most of the military and civilians fled in both the north and the south. Although most of the provinces have now been recovered, they are still in ruins.

The rainy season has just passed, and a lonely figure walks along the muddy official road.

The cloak covered her body, and the hat covered half of her face. If it weren't for those calm and soft eyes, I wouldn't even be able to tell that she was a woman.

Men will not have such eyes, because in war men are either already cowardly or about to go crazy.

The woman is peaceful but not cowardly, as she used to be a military man.

Her face was expressionless, and the soldier's expression was usually described as resolute, indicating that she had a firm goal and no distractions. But this woman is not like this, she has no expression just because she doesn't know what to say.

She carried a large, strange sword in her hand, the hilt hidden under the cloak, revealing a blade that was wider than its length. There was some contradiction in this description, as she was feeling at the moment.

What makes this sword so strange is that it's actually a broken sword.

The sword as a whole gives people a sense of calm and heaviness, but the fracture is hideous and sharp, which also looks contradictory.

And the owner of this sword is even more contradictory, she calls herself a soldier but is a wanderer's attire. She usually avoids any army she sees, and when she encounters a fight, she doesn't hesitate to join it, no matter which side it is.

At the beginning of October, the Ionian Southern Coalition was heading north, and the native Noxian reinforcements were heading south. The armies of the two countries are about to meet in Grant, and a great war is about to break out.

At present, the spies sent by the two armies and small vanguard units have been in frequent contact and fighting endlessly.

As soon as the woman left the official road, she smelled the breath of battle again. So, she immediately quickened her pace.

A coalition scout team found some trapped outcasts in an abandoned mine pit and prepared to rescue them and escort them to the rear of the combat zone, only to be decoyed by an Imperial army hiding nearby. As soon as the Coalition forces entered the pit, the Imperial Army appeared and took control of the hillside at the exit, where they were to bury the Coalition soldiers and civilians with the prepared Rolling Stones.

A pile of boulders rolled down, and the smoke and dust rolled up like a huge wave, about to cover the entire pit.

The wind whistled quickly over the hillside, but faster it was a figure.

The figure rushed down, leaping several times over the tumbling rocks, so fast that it was almost impossible for the eye to distinguish. The several arcs of the figure in the air were staggered into a phantom.

As soon as the foot touched the ground, the strong impact force shoveled a deep trench on the ground. The man let out a muffled snort, and the voice was a woman.

She jerked around, and the rocks were still rolling down in her vision, and the rumbling sound made her eardrums ache. The billowing smoke contained a devastating force, as if it was about to crush everything that stood in its way.

In comparison, the woman looks so small. But in the face of this force so large that it can destroy everything, not only did she not retreat, but she seemed so calm.

The woman's movements suddenly became extremely slow, and she was almost like two people. The figure is half-crouched, the giant sword is on the left, and the right hand is stretched out to the waist to draw the sword. At that moment, the whole person was like a bent bow that was pressed down.

Next......

Kick your legs and straighten your body. Twist your waist to the right and raise your arms outward.

The curved bow formed by the body bounced off violently, unleashing all the oppressed power.

Feet, legs, waist, body, arms, wrists, hands, and every finger are exerting force. The action of drawing a sword that is not fancy and simple to the extreme actually contains the most mysterious and complex process. In the process, every part of the body that can exert force is involved and does its best.

The sword was finally swung out, and it seemed to be extremely slow, because it was obviously condensed with the power of Wan Jun. In fact, it was extremely fast, because at this moment the rockfall on the hillside had just rolled in front of me.

The waves formed by the thick smoke instantly covered the woman inside.

Rumble.

A sword out, a raging tide.

The force is born in the wind, and the wind is only like a shock.

At the point where the woman disappeared, another wave rose against the trend.

The greatsword tore through the air, and the wind swept back the billowing smoke and dust that fell down.

And the giant sword body emitted a condensed energy, spreading into a huge half-arc, flashing with blue-purple glow. It wasn't magic, it was the purest power, the power of martial arts cultivation.

The energy surged towards the mountain, and the falling boulders crashed into it, all of them were cut in half, and then they burst open.

The Rolling Stonehenge, which was supposed to bury everyone below, was broken in this way, and this mortal crisis was solved.

Everyone witnessed everything, but they couldn't help but ask in their hearts: How did this happen?

"Breaking with force, that's all."

The woman's heart gave the answer, and she was just using the simplest method. She likes simplicity because simplicity often doesn't have to be chosen, and choice is the most complex and difficult thing.

Especially, when everything you choose seems to be wrong.

Rumble......

The bursting rocks made the entire pit feel like it had been shelled.

After the explosion, the hillside was in shambles, and there was a dense roar in the smoke and dust, and large and small rubble rained down like drops. The Imperial troops on the hill covered their faces with their hands to avoid being injured by the splashing stones.

At the foot of the mountain, the boundary is clearly defined by the position where the woman stands. There was chaos ahead, but there was silence behind him.

The encircled coalition soldiers and displaced people were shocked for a moment and could not come back to their senses when they finally remembered to say thank you. The woman who had saved them had gone up the hill with that strange sword.

The woman's performance was shocking, but there was no reason for dozens of imperial sons to be afraid of a single woman.

The battle broke out immediately, and surrounded by dozens of people, the woman was on a rampage.

She performed the simplest of tricks, and the greatsword was whipped and slapped like a stick. She chooses the easiest route, kills from left to right, and then turns back and kills from right to left.

In a few round-trips, all the Imperial soldiers fell one by one.

Not a single one of them died, though. Although the woman is powerful when she makes a move, she can accurately avoid the soldier's vital point every time, and she never makes a chopping action.

An entire squadron of Imperial soldiers was knocked out by a woman, and the huge sense of humiliation made them forget even about their own fate.

They were building up their strength, and as soon as they could regain their movements, they would attack the woman again.

The woman seemed to see this, and swung her greatsword several times, and the wind swept all the Imperial soldiers down the hillside.

She then motioned for the people trapped in the pit to come up and tell them to leave immediately.

When these people leave, she will leave too. There are only those imperial soldiers left, and they will fight whoever they like.

The woman smiled a little tiredly, there were many battles every day in this land, but unfortunately she hadn't met one that could not let her down.

She was even a little apprehensive, fearing that she would hate fighting because of it.

That's something she can't accept, because only by constantly fighting, in the end can she understand the meaning of fighting.

Otherwise, she can only live in confusion and contradictions like now, which is a hundred times more torturous than facing death.