At the same time, just as Mo Chen was making a move against Bilgewater, the situation in Ionia was changing at a speed that no one had imagined, and it was enough to affect the situation on the entire Valoran continent. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ionia is a huge island located to the east of the Valoran mainland. It is a land that seeks peace of mind and peace.

Before the arrival of the army of Noxus, it was a beautiful paradise, the most peaceful and peaceful place in the continent of Valoran. It was only with the invasion of Noxus that Ionia endured the most terrible catastrophe of all time.

Killing, blood, tyranny, all that Ionia had avoided as much as possible, completely invaded the whole of Ionia.

Before the arrival of the army of Noxus, the total population of Ionia was two billion. But in just a few years, the number of people who died directly or indirectly in this once rich and peaceful land has reached 200 million!

In order to deal with the die-hard Ionians, Noxus, with the help of the Zaun alchemist Warwick, developed a variety of highly effective murderous alchemy items. Among them, there are not only plague viruses that spread in large areas, but also powerful magic bombs.

And the thing that frightened the Ionians the most was the various plague toxins that Warwick had refined. In the Middle East of Ionia, tens of millions of people died because of the Warwick plague toxin!

It could even be argued that at least half of the 200 million people who died in Ionia were directly or indirectly related to Warwick.

The Ionians were filled with untold fear and hatred for this terrible alchemist. His name was no longer a symbol or title, but more like a terrible curse, a terrible curse that haunted all Ionians.

At the same time, the Ionians have a unique and fearful name for him, "Soul Reaker!" ”

A dense forest in southern Ionia.

Since the invasion of the Noxian army, the Ionian defenses have been in retreat. In just over a year, most of the land of Ionia, which spans hundreds of thousands of miles, has fallen under the iron heel of Noxus.

As the largest main city in Ionia, the city named after Ionia is naturally the preferred target for Noxian attacks. A year earlier, the pride of the Ionians, once a symbol of peace, had fallen completely.

When the main city fell, most of the Ionian councillors chose to surrender. Only a small number of people fled to the dense forests of southern Ionia, relying on the complex terrain of the dense forests to wage a protracted struggle against the Noxian invaders who were unfamiliar with the environment.

Deep in the jungle, elven territory, moon tree.

After the destruction of the main city of Ionia, Soraka saw that the army of Noxus could not be stopped, and in order to protect the safety of the elves, he had to move to the jungle in the south.

And she is one of the leaders of this Southern Resistance Army.

In front of the Moon Tree.

Dressed in a pale yellow sleeveless robe, Soraka's face looked in a sad south-west direction, his eyes full of worry and anger.

Irelia stood beside her with a grim expression in her Legendary Blade, and said in a deep voice, "Lord Soraka, we don't have time to hesitate. Warwick's new virus is on the verge of being successfully tested, and if we don't act, we won't have a chance. ”

Soraka thought of what Warwick had done to Ionia, and the terrible situation in the area where the plague virus had spread, and slowly closed her eyes, a glistening tear in the corner of her eye.

O great starry sky, who can tell Soraka why he did this to Ionia, and why he made those peace-loving beings suffer so much.

Soraka was silent for a few seconds, and sighed with a tired face, "But there is not only the most elite Giant Axe Legion in Noxus, but also a terrifying Sage, and several powerful Sixth-Order Demigod Guards. With our current strength, how could it be possible to break into Warwick's laboratory and destroy everything about him? ”

If he could, Sorakar would certainly want to destroy Warwick, even if it was in a situation from which he could never recover.

It's just that she can't and can't do it.

Even though Soraka already has the power of a Sage, he has no certainty in the face of the old Sage of Noxus. The most important problem is that the other party not only has the Sage to defend it, but also several powerful demigod powerhouses, as well as the most elite legion of Noxus.

Even if he risked everything and was able to support the Sage Undead God of War in Noxus, with the strength of Irelia and the others, it would be impossible to break through the encirclement of the 100,000 elite legions of Noxus and several sixth-order demigods.

Therefore, even if Soraka knew that allowing Warwick's experiments to continue would only cause more terrible damage to Ionia, it was impossible for Sorakar to agree to this obvious death.

Irelia looked at Soraka's helpless expression, her delicate face full of determination and determination.

She looked at the sky with flat eyes, clenched the legendary blade in her hand, and said coldly: "We, there is no way back, and there is no choice. Either survive or die on the battlefield! ”

Soraka was silent for a few seconds, and then said in a deep voice, "You, you really figured it out. ”

Irelia stared at Soraka's face full of divine radiance, and said in a deep voice, "Even in the face of the most dangerous dangers, in the face of imminent death, my sword blade will not tremble, and my true will will never give in. ”

Soraka took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, act tonight." ”

Soraka didn't want to, but she couldn't say no when she thought of the broken Ionians, the miserable deaths of the Ionians.

Even if it's a death-defying operation!

Meanwhile, on the edge of the southern jungle, a lonely figure lay silently on a huge tree branch.

He was tall and thin, his face was full of vicissitudes and exhaustion, and he was wearing a tattered blue robe, which looked unusually embarrassed. He looked up at the slowly falling sunset, and his vicissitudes of life were a little more indescribably cold, like a divine soldier out of the sheath, making people dare not look at him.

This person is none other than Yasuo.

After a series of incidents, Yasuo, once a sword-telling genius known in Ionia, has now become a shameful traitor, a despised betrayer.

In the face of the pursuit from the division and the spurning from the Ionian people, Yasuo did not choose to give in, but chose to take up arms and challenge the unknown enemy!

Yasuo stroked his blade, his face a little more cold and cold.

He looked quietly to the southwest and whispered, "Noxus." ”