Irelia is flying.

As one of the most famous generals in the Ionian rebels, she herself came from a famous family.

Her father, Master Rito, was a well-known swordsman who had served as a swordsman in almost every country, and only returned to his native Ionia to raise his children in middle age.

Legend has it that Master Rito's sword can breathe, and his swordsmanship is even more terrifying, and once when he was the swordsman of the military department of Noxus, General Burnham, known as the god of swordsmanship, had a duel with him.

The outcome of the duel is unknown to outsiders, only General Burnham said: The afterlife is terrifying.

The afterlife is terrifying, and these four words alone are enough to make Master Rito's name go down in the history of swordsmanship.

Sadly, however, the master swordsman died of a terrible plague within a few years of his return to Ionia.

His early death has to be said to be a loss for kendo.

But fortunately, he left behind a unique weapon and a pair of intelligent children.

His son, Zeroth, Irelia's older brother, showed his talent for kendo at an early age, joining the Ionian Royal Swordsman Guard, who dominated Ionia at the age of sixteen.

If it weren't for the next sudden war, he might have become the second Master Yi.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

At the outbreak of the First Noxian invasion of Ionia, he was ordered to seek help from Demacia, never to return.

And his young sister officially shouldered his burden and stepped onto the stage of Ionian history.

Since then, the name Irelia has resounded all over the world.

In so many glorious records of Irelia. The most dazzling of all is certainly the battle of Presidium.

In the past, the Noxian army pressed the border, and the whole situation has reached a precarious point, although the old kingdom of Ionia still has the right to rule the east island of Ionia, but the royal city is besieged, and the soldiers are under the city, as long as the royal city is broken. Then the general trend is really gone.

At that time, the rulers of the Old Kingdom, the high-ranking officials and nobles, were ready to surrender.

The doors of Presidium are already half open.

And it was at that time that the Ionian rebels descended from the sky, and Irelia, who was only a volunteer soldier at the time, raised the sword left by her late father and rushed to the front, her actions affected others, and for a time the Ionian army was in great momentum, defeating the Noxians one after another.

The Noxians spotted Irelia's sharp blade. They sent a dark wizard to curse Irelia, and Irelia was on the brink of life and death.

At the critical moment, the Son of the Stars, Soraka, the woman who had not been deprived of her godhead at the time, stepped forward to save Irelia's soul from the brink of collapse.

At the same moment, her raised sword, the heirloom left by her father, actually floated in the air. As if calling for her soul to return, it roared above her head.

Irelia immediately stood up. With that heirloom sword, he entered the battlefield, and wherever he passed, he was invincible.

No one could stop her sword, and her body flew on the battlefield like a god, and the long sword passed everywhere, and the blood was picturesque.

This battle. She was established as the Ionian Battlefield Valkyrie.

For a long time, Noxus would run away at the sight of her name.

And as long as they saw that strange sword, they knew that their death was not far away.

Now, Irelia was flying again.

Her whole body and the sword in her hand seemed to merge into one, and the bright red blood matched her bright red armor. It roared through the crowd like a red storm.

Her swordsmanship is inherited from her father, Master Rito's lightness, and added the fierceness accumulated over the years of bloody battles, and then lined with that strange heirloom sword.

As soon as Fuyi danced, she was as elf-like as an elf, and she could only be seen flying around the battlefield.

If you ignore the cruel corpses and the death of the blood, then when the blood spreads around her, she is truly as sacred as the flying goddess of Ionian legend.

It is no wonder that even Noxus, as an enemy, was horrified and had to write in a slightly admiring tone in the war report: "That sword flew wildly, as if it had been dipped in blood for a painting." ”

Dip blood into a painting.

Yes, she's just painting.

Each of her swords removed a skull with precision, and her blade was as fast as a shooting star.

Each sword brought a burst of blood, strung together like a flower of extreme beauty.

"Torah—" Jianfeng roared.

In the spring breeze, there is an elegance like a wind chime.

Countless Noxians died.

But this time, no one retreated, facing this battlefield Valkyrie who had terrified them, all they did was raise their swords.

"Clang-" Irelia was finally held back a bit, too many people were pouring towards her.

However, she only frowned slightly, because her family heirloom swordsmanship was originally the best at group combat, and she was not afraid of no matter how many people there were.

With just two cuts, Irelia had already struck the warband with ease.

But the Noxians didn't give up, and they kept chasing her like crazy.

This is no longer a war, this is a complete change of life.

Even if it was to trade many, many, many, many lives for one of Irelia's lives, it would be worth it.

Because that's the life of the Valkyrie on the battlefield, if she dies, then there will be a lot of brothers who can return to their hometowns.

Even if it's for yourself, take a look at the long-lost hometown......

"Kill !!" The young warriors finally let out a suppressed roar.

But the next moment.

"Torn—" A merciless blade slashed across their throats, and Irelia looked expressionlessly at the slowly falling hostile young man in front of her.

She could feel the longing for life in their eyes, and the pity for something that could not be lost.

Is it hometown?

Do you have a hometown too?

So you ......

Why do you want to invade?

Irelia picked up the sharp heirloom sword and rushed to the battlefield of death once again.

I'm sorry.

You can't go back.

Because, the intruder, all die.

This is a war, a war, and there is no mercy at all.

If you want to blame, blame you for why you were born in such an era.

If you want to blame, blame us for why we were born in such an era. (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.

Watch the All-Stars go.

In addition, come on the strawberries, may Lingzun rest in heaven.