"Ionia..."

The aura on Irelia's body became stronger and stronger, and as her body danced, the blade was as fast as the wind, cutting everything wantonly.

First more than ten meters around her, and then more cyan blades condensed in mid-air, joining this dance of blades.

Hundreds of meters, thousands of meters...

The entire coast, where the black fog was, was covered with blades.

These blades, which were no more than an arm's length, formed a huge sword array.

Swinging, jumping, flying...

For the Ionians, they are an uplifting encouragement, and the blade has deftly avoided them, piercing through the wraiths that seek to infest the Ionian lands.

Even Atreus and Karma, in this sword array, seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to advance half a step, so they had to block on the spot.

"Grandma said..."

With a slight wave of her hand, Irelia's blade whistled up like a fallen leaf, surging neatly towards the two of Atarice.

"Mourn for the dead, fight for the living."

"Fight for the Newborn Land!"

Her dancing posture is more graceful, and the condensation between the swings of the blade is also more dense.

This dance, which moves to the sound of a melody, was a dance taught to her by her grandmother, called the Silk Dance.

In the Battle of Precidian, she watched her parents, grandmother, relatives and friends die there...

On the battlefield, he saw his family's cherished family crest smashed to pieces. It was then that she first learned the meaning of this dance taught by her grandmother.

This traditional dance, which is almost lost, is a dance step that communicates the soul.

The fragments of the family crest turned into the blade in her hand.

And she, except the firstborn land, has nothing left.

"Ionia... Our only home! ”

Rumble!!!

The sea formed by the blades almost buried the two of Atrice, constantly alternating between cutting and strangling, intending to kill the only two left on the shore.

"Drink!"

Atridus let out a roar of rage, and waves of qi rippled out of his body, briefly sweeping all blades away, creating a vacuum.

He stared deeply at the dancing Irelia, his eyes full of emotion.

Seeing the blade condense again, he no longer hesitated, and as soon as his body moved, he came to Karma's side.

Atris held the gun in one hand and Karma in the other, and kicked his legs hard.

There was a crackling sound in the air, and he and Karma disappeared into the black mist in the blink of an eye.

They had barely disappeared when the blades of the waves roared down, blasting a hole in the sea where they had been, and it took a long time for the waves to subside.

"Ionia!"

Irelia saw the black fog gradually dissipate, and endured the exhaustion of her body, and her pale face hung a bright smile.

They... Once again, the invading enemy was defeated.

They... Victory!

As she chanted, the other Ionians reacted from their dreams.

They swarmed forward, their faces beaming around Irelia, chanting the name 'Ionia' in unison.

Surrounded by everyone, the green light in Irelia's eyes slowly receded, stabilizing her unstable figure:

"We won !!"

There was some kind of magic in her voice.

The black mist on the horizon slowly receded, and the sunlight in the sky shone on the earth again.

And the first light of the day hit Irelia's face.

At that moment, the Ionians gathered around her seemed to feel in a trance... The leader of Ionia seems to have been born.

But just then, a shadow appeared not far from Irelia.

Seeing this dark shadow, Irelia only looked slightly condensed, but she didn't have much guard.

The black shadow glanced at Irelia, who was in the center of the crowd, and said in an indifferent voice:

"They... It's back! ”

Hearing this, the cheers of the Ionians came to an abrupt end.

They all looked at the shadow in disbelief, the messenger from the Shadowstream Sect.

Irelia's complexion changed at that moment, her original smile disappeared in an instant, her fists clenched tightly, and her eyes seemed to contain endless flames:

"They... Is it really back? ”

Shadow recounted in a cold voice, "Just a few hours ago, Svein appeared in Presidian. One blow, Presidian, obliterated! ”

Hearing this, Irelia's heart trembled, and her eyes were full of pain caused by memories:

"What about our casualties..."

"They were there to announce their arrival, and there were no casualties except for a few unlucky people."

Irelia was relieved to hear that there weren't many casualties.

But her body also reached the limit at this moment, and her legs and feet fell to the ground lightly.

Shaking her head at the eager crowd, she stood up tremblingly with the help of the priest:

"You can't live there without me, Shadowstream, I'll leave it to you here."

"No..."

The shadow refused indifferently, with hatred in his tone:

"Noxus, we. Black Mist, you guys! ”

Irelia's mouth opened slightly, but she nodded silently when she thought of the two people who appeared today.

She took a deep breath and assured the shadows in front of her:

"I swear that for the sake of the Newborn Land, I will not allow any wraith to set foot on our land."

"I'll take your vows back!"

The shadow's erratic voice vanished.

Seeing him leave, Irelia turned her gaze to the people around her, and said in a solemn tone:

"Brothers and sisters, the enemies of Ionia are coming. For the bones of our ancestors, for the children who are waiting to be fed, and for the homeland of green mountains and green waters. ”

"Fight! For the sake of the newborn land, and for ourselves! ”

"This fight! Till death rest! ”

“......”

Under her powerful words, the Ionian slowly raised the weapon in his hand, and his eyes turned from the horror they had just made to become determined.

Ionia, high and undestructible!!

......

Port Lane.

This place, which a few years ago was just a small fishing village, has been a blessing in disguise due to the arrival of Noxus, and has become the largest port in Ionia.

Merchant ships are in constant traffic here, and the cargo throughput is amazing.

Noxus has completely renovated the area, starting with the Black Gate, a symbol of the empire, and then the stately stone buildings rising from the ground, and the most iconic Noxian gladiatorial arena being built in the most striking place.

The arrival of the empire pulled Ionia out of its primitive society and directly broke the silence of agrarian life.

It turns out that there can be so many kinds of objects in life.

It turned out that the spirit flower and the spirit grass could be exchanged for so many delicacies.

It turns out that they can also enjoy those exquisite furniture and household utensils.

More and more Ionians who yearn for the outside world are coming here, joining Noxus and becoming a member of the city.

Over the years that Noxus have occupied the area, it has become more and more lively.

Changes within the empire have had little effect on the area.

This is land that has been conquered by Imperial forces, and the plan for Lane Harbor was even drawn up by Svein and Ryan, who have great prestige here.

And today, the Sky Battleship suddenly appeared in the sky of Lane Harbor, and then slowly floated down to the harbor.

Everyone looked at the giant ship full of imperial imprints, and they couldn't help but straighten their waists, and felt that their faces were shining.

This is the territory of Noxus, and the Aerospace Battleship belongs to the Empire and is worthy of their pride.

And the tall figure that stepped down from the air and space warship made the people working in the port suddenly change color.

They looked at the figure in surprise, put down their work, and came up together.

First dozens of people, and then hundreds of people who rushed to hear the news, blocked the water around the port.

As the tall figure approached them, a middle-aged man on crutches shouted feverishly:

"The empire is eternal, and Trefali is immortal!"

After he made a sound, the rest of the people couldn't hold back their excitement and shouted in unison:

"The empire is eternal, and Trefali is immortal!"

Hundreds of people thundered in unison, and they could be heard as far away as the city.

The presence of Svein, the Deputy Speaker of the Imperial Council and the benefactor of Port Lane, was enough to make them feel extremely excited.

Svein's scarlet eyes swept over the excited crowd, and his eyes flashed with a hint of emotion, but soon became calm again, and he continued to walk forward.

The crowd consciously retreated to both sides, and watched Svein walking by with excitement on their faces.

At this moment, a group of well-trained warriors in the distance also walked over.

At the head was the commander of the Eastern Front of the Reich - Mrs. Mirdal.

She strode up to Svein and fell to one knee in joy:

"Your Excellency, Grand Commander! Eastern Front Corps, willing to be at your disposal! ”

"The Empire has given everyone the right to stand up and speak, Commander Myrdalda." Svein's voice is steady.

"Listen to your will."

Lady Myrdal grinned and stood up, bowing slightly to Svein's side.

Although she was far away in Ionia, she knew everything that happened in the empire for a few years because of Mel's connections.

Trefali's Noxus is not Darkwell's Noxus.

It can even be said that there is a world of difference between the two.

The empire has a random councilor, and all of them have the strength of a legion.

Madame Myrdarda led the way, leading Svein all the way to the executive hall of Port Lane.

"Your Excellency, Horen salutes you!"

When he arrived at the council hall, the young man, dressed plainly and with a fox tail behind him, bowed slightly and saluted Svein.

Judging by his appearance, it can be seen that he is a native of Vastaya, and he is also the supreme consul of Port Lane.

Svein nodded at him and sat down on the main seat.

Horen's experience is somewhat similar to Darius's, but their talents are one in martial arts and the other in administration.

After Port Lane was transferred to Noxus, Horren quickly rose to prominence and was appointed by the Empire as the highest administrator there.

Empires don't ask about birth, as long as you have talent and ability, you can do the corresponding position.

It's as if the king of the gladiatorial arena in Lane Harbor today is the blood of the Vastayas and Noxians, who was discriminated against by Ionia, but in Lane Harbor, he can exchange his abilities for everyone's respect.

"Report on the current state of Port Lane." Svein said calmly.

Lady Myrdalda and Horn stood on either side of Svein, one on the left and one on the right, and Horren took the initiative to speak:

"Port Ryan currently has more than 500,000 permanent residents, 10 towns and hundreds of villages, of which 6 percent are Vasayans and 2 percent are Noxians. The Ionians rejected us, but the Vastayas chose us in many. Economically..."

Lady Myrdalda spoke only after Horren had finished speaking:

"The empire in the Ionian occupation is divided into four major regions. In addition to the absence of a garrison on the island of Filor, there are 30,000 troops in the province of Navoli, 30,000 in the province of Baroue, and 10,000 in Port Laine..."

Svein nodded slightly, he had a good understanding of Ionia's situation before, and this time he was just listening to the manager's opinion.

In the four regions where the Empire occupies Ionia.

The island of Filol is Ryan's fiefdom, which is full of magic, there are not many people alive, and it has basically been reduced to the magic and technology experimental ground of the empire.

Port Lane is the area of coastline surrounded by the other three places, and it is also the most prosperous and peaceful place in the territory occupied by the Empire.

Both Navoli and Barou are on the front line, and most of the area is in a war zone. There, from time to time, the Empire would engage in a skirmish with Ionia.

Presidium is located in the eastern part of the province of Navoli, which is currently part of Ionia.

"Horen, how are the Vastayas living in Ionia doing?" Svein asked.

Horn was slightly stunned, and realized that this was not asking the Vastayans of Noxus, and thought about it for the next time:

"The way of life is very primitive, and most of them live in extreme poverty. Most Ionians are reluctant to come into contact with them who look different, and... It's been a long time since a new Vastaya Chari has appeared. ”

Vastaya Shari, the first intelligent beings to live in Ionia, are born of nature, born with the ability to harmonize and resonate with natural magic, and have the ability to change shapes.

The Vastayas were originally the descendants of the union of Vastaya Chari and humans, and in the long history of Ionia, these Vastayas multiplied each other to form a large group.

But also because of the passage of time, the humans living in Ionia and the Vastayas have some disharmony, which affects the relationship between the two, even to the point of mutual discrimination.

Humans regard the Vastayas an anomaly, and the Vastayas feel that it is the actions of humans that have led to the lack of Vastaya Sharui for a long time, and their mutual hatred is deepening.

And coinciding with the invasion of Noxus, those Vastayas who could not survive joined Noxus, and because the Vastayas began to become the management of the empire in Ionia, more and more swinging Vastayas joined the empire.

Coupled with Ryan's inclusion of Vasaya in the revision of the Imperial Calendar, it gave them hope.

Let the Ionians rule Ionia, and the Vastayas may one day become extinct. But if Noxus accepts the Vastayas, and is willing to let them run Ionia...

They are slowly beginning to believe that there may be pains now, but that the future of Ionia is bright.

"The people of Vastaya have always been torn between traditional ideas and empires in their hearts, but with the young Vastayas joining us, the seeds have been planted."

Horen told him all about the situation of the Vastayans, and looked at Svein with gratitude in his eyes.

He still remembered the day when His Majesty Ryan and Grand Commander Svein put down their rhetoric.

The Empire is willing to accept the Vastayas, and as long as they can prove themselves, then Ionia is under their rule.

Even today, he remembers the words of hope that His Majesty Ryan gave to the Vastayas. They Vastayas have never been more than vassals of humans.

It is also because of this that he and the countless other Vastayas are willing to serve the Empire, just to live up to this hope!