"The wind... subsided..."

In one of the forests of Ionia, Yasuo looked up and glanced towards the land occupied by the Empire.

The turmoil caused by the empire subsided, which on the other hand...

His battle is about to start again...

Money!

The long knife on his waist was quickly pulled out by Yasuo with an expressionless face, and collided with a knife to make a collision.

"Your knife is slow, Yasuo!"

Yasuo raised his head and looked at the familiar face in front of him, the hand holding the knife slightly hard.

As if the wind was moving, the blade of his blade wrapped around the breeze and bounced the man in front of him out.

Seeing that the other party landed smoothly, Yasuo did not have any surprises, but said in a calm voice:

"Yongen, I'm not going back with you now, I need to get things straight."

"Find out?" Yongen snorted coldly, "Didn't you kill those people?" ”

Yasuo fell silent, and when he saw him, Won already knew the answer.

The Ionians who died in the temple were not framed by anyone, but by the hands of Yasuo.

"Do you remember the vow you made when you were studying art with Elder Soma?"

Ever!!!

Another long knife from his waist was pulled out by Yon, and he held two knives, one in front of the other, and slashed at Yasuo.

Bite! Bite! Bite!

The three katanas collided with a crisp sound, and Yasuo sighed softly while passively defending:

"My oath will never be forgotten."

"What if you disobey?"

Bang!!!

Yon's left hand long knife blocked Yasuo's knife, and the right hand long knife cracked out, slashing at him with a scarlet knife qi.

Laugh at!

Yasuo didn't dodge, but suffered the blow so hard that a huge blood streak appeared on his chest, and his samurai suit was torn open, and blood soaked through the torn clothes.

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

He didn't care about the injuries on his body, but slashed out the wind wrapped around the knife with a blank face.

"Sore!"

Yasuo let out a loud shout, and a violent wind erupted from between the knives.

The wind twisted together as it traveled, forming a small tornado.

Yong'en, who was unusually close to him, was just as he was about to take the sword, and in an instant, his whole person was enveloped by the wind.

Yong En snorted, and the whole person was hung up by the tornado, and the blade-like wind cut his body, cutting the clothes on his body to pieces, and small blood marks appeared on his body.

Looking at Yon's flying up, Yasuo subconsciously wanted to draw his sword and keep up, but finally hesitantly put down the knife and watched Yonn be thrown to the ground and fall heavily to the ground.

He knows... Yon had just shown mercy.

If the other party didn't show mercy to that knife, he wouldn't have the strength to stand up at this moment.

Yasuo calmly looked at the other party who was struggling to get up, and said in a deep voice:

"According to the oath, whoever kills his companion shall be punished with a thousand swords piercing his heart."

With that, he turned around and disappeared into the jungle.

He had always remembered his vow, but it was not yet time to fulfill it.

He couldn't argue with killing his comrades, but it wasn't his intention, and if he was allowed to do something behind it, Ionia would only kill more innocent people.

He had thought about telling Yon what had happened, but it was an indisputable fact that he had killed the man.

He couldn't face his dead comrades, or Irelia who trusted him.

Let him take care of it all alone...

It's like a gust of wind, rushing in and out.

In the blink of an eye, Yasuo's figure had disappeared without a trace.

On the ground, Yonn slowly got up, and instead of chasing Yasuo, he stood silently in place.

"You're still as impulsive as you used to and like to keep everything to yourself." Yon looked up in the direction Yasuo had left, "But you never knew that the sword wouldn't deceive. ”

Yes, even if Yasuo confessed that he had killed the Ionian companions, Won knew that there must be something going on.

Swift Wind Kendo, a sword that melts itself into the wind and drives the wind.

The only people in Ionia who know this kind of sword art today are Elder Suma and Yasuo, and Elder Suma is already old and affected by Ruiwen's affairs, so it is impossible for him to go to the temple and kill those people.

Whether it is based on inference or according to Rivan, it must have been Yasuo who killed the people who stayed at the temple at the time.

But after confronting Yasuo's sword, Yon denied it in his heart.

Compared to the swordsmanship wounds on those people, Yasuo's sword was as immature as a child.

With his eyesight, he could see at a glance that this gap was not a disguise, but Yasuo did not have the strength to cause those knife wounds on Ruiwen and others.

It is difficult for Yasuo to beat Riven in his current strength, let alone seriously injure her easily.

"Interesting... The one who comprehended the wind has manipulated you, or is there something unspeakable in you? ”

Yonn muttered to himself, his hand pressed lightly against his chest.

He could feel that the life that had been punched into him by Svein was slowly awakening.

But unfortunately, he could only watch him wake up, but there was nothing he could do about him.

Even if he stabbed him with his sword, he couldn't kill him, and he knew that very clearly.

"Yasuo, I'm running out of time. If you can't prove your innocence, then I'll have to die to open the way for you. ”

Yon looked in the direction Yasuo had left, muttering to himself.

......

Tribe of Tranton.

The Tranton tribe is a large Vastaya tribe in the province of Navoli, which has always believed in peaceful coexistence with humans.

But the recent movement among the Vastayas has clearly led and influenced the area.

Impetuous young people gathered in groups of three or five, arguing fiercely with the older generation of Vastayas.

The older generation still believed in not provoking the Ionians if it was not necessary, and they had come to realize that the only way to preserve Vastaya was to live in peace with humanity.

But unlike it, the young Vastayas always have new ideas.

Gathered around a bird-like and flowery Vastaya, they recounted their encounters in Noxus and said they wanted to join the rebels founded by the Vastayas there.

This is news from the port of Lyn, and it is said that this rebel army, led by some big men, has swept through the three provinces of Ionia.

They occupied a large amount of territory that once belonged to the Ionians and divided it among the various tribes of Vastaya, only asking them to provide a certain amount of tax each year.

For the Vastaya tribe, whose life is difficult, these conditions are almost the same as giving away territory for nothing.

Because of these reasons, many large tribes have also begun to sit still, especially the voices led by young people.

In their opinion, only by going out now will they not lag behind other tribes.

The argument reached a heated point, and the young man who led the way like a bird enthusiastically shouted:

"The winds of Vastaya are already blowing in Ionia, and this is our time!"