"With such a big game, it won't be just such a few people."

Seti spoke in high spirits, knuckles creaking in his fingers.

Through the information transmitted by the magic web, a fierce battle unfolded in another part of the forest.

In that battlefield alone, there were 8 demigods who participated in the battle, and 7 were from the Ionian side.

Of course, what happened there, has nothing to do with him.

Battles that exceed the rules will be blocked by Svein.

There is only one thing he has to do, to prove himself and win the battle with Irelia.

"How many hole cards do you have?"

Irelia smiled at the corner of her mouth, but she had a little calmness as a leader.

Now that you have entered the battlefield, there is nothing to think about.

When the hole cards of both sides are exhausted, until the two sides are short-handed, and when the two sides divide the results, everything will be clear.

"Hahaha, interesting, the last one was you exposed first, so I'll do it this time!"

Seti laughed a few times and clapped his hands heavily.

Winter! Winter!

As he clapped his hands, there was a loud sound on the ground that shook the ground.

The entire area of Nicitaran was resounding like an earthquake.

"Moffett, be careful, don't ruin this forest." The corners of Seti's mouth turned up.

"Okay!"

The dull sound of echoes echoed throughout the mountains and forests.

A huge rock arm protrudes from the ground, nearly ten meters long and wide in the palm alone, with intricate textures and even fresh moss attached to it.

As the huge rock arm broke through the ground, Moffett's massive stone body slowly emerged from the ground.

With just a slight pull of his hands, all the tall trees around him were pushed away, creating a large open space.

"Nature's spirit? It doesn't seem to be, it looks like some kind of magical creature. ”

Irelia looked at Moffett's massive body and guessed where the other party came from.

"Moffett, kill her." Seti didn't give Irelia time to think, and gave the order decisively.

"Okay!"

Moffett's muffled voice rang out again, and he stepped away from the rocks and headed towards Irelia.

In the face of the menacing Moffett, Irelia was not worried, but spoke softly:

"Senior Ion, I'll leave it to you."

"Leave it to me."

An ethereal voice like a naughty boy sounded through the forest, followed by a green stone figure no smaller than Moffett.

As soon as it appeared, it collided with Moffett and roared, and two huge rocks rolled backwards, leaving behind a rocky road full of vegetation and greenery.

After Moffett stopped, he ignored the green giant in front of him, but pretended to be overdone with difficulty, and looked at the tall tree man not far away.

The height of the tree man is similar to it, and it has a simple and strong aura, and it looks like an extremely difficult opponent.

But Moffett was not afraid at all, it was the last fragment of the first floating fortress recorded by mankind as the 'monolith' created by the ascending god 'Nezuk'.

As the years passed, it did not lose its strength, but became more resilient over time.

Today, it will reshape the glory of the 'monolith'!

Rumble!

！

Moffett seemed to be large and clumsy, but suddenly burst out with unimaginable speed, like a brown meteorite, rushing towards Ion.

"Recklessness is the enemy of nature."

Ion's peaceful voice sounded, and tens of thousands of grasses tens of meters high rose from the surrounding area, blocking Moffett's front and stopping his forward steps.

Moffett's speed combined with the impact of his weight didn't stop much before he crushed the grass rising in front of him.

But as Ion retreated rapidly, the grass rose along the way, slowly stopping Moffett's steps.

"I fought against the Ice Descendants in the snow and against the demons of Ionia, and eventually I became a part of nature." A long sigh rang out, and the forest seemed to come alive, at its mercy.

On the other side, Seti, who was watching this huge duel, raised his eyebrows with interest:

"Ion, the oldest demigod in Ionia, once belonged to a tribe that believed in the old gods of Freljord, and after being overthrown by the three sisters, he set foot in the land of Ionia."

"You know a lot about Ion?" Irelia smiled.

"I've thought about challenging it, so I've been paying attention, but the strength of the high-level demigods is even stronger than I expected." Seti sighed.

"I also didn't expect that Shurima would secretly support you."

Irelia looked at each other with a smile, apparently knowing the origin of Moffett after the inquiry of the magic net.

Derived from the 'monolith' created by Nazouk, Moffett had previously wandered the region of Ishtar with no clear goal or affiliation.

But no matter what, Seti in Ionia will never have anything to do with the other party.

However, Shurima's forces have recently appeared in Ionia, and it is easy for Irelia to guess the truth.

"It's not support, it's just a means of exchange, you can't give them what they want." Seti smiled.

Irelia sighed, "Indeed, what they want, I won't let me." ”

She wouldn't comment on Seti in exchange for Ionian benefits, but she would never do what the other party did.

It's not the edge of life and death, she won't give in for a win.

"You're still a little naïve."

Seti's expression was meaningful, and he immediately raised his head again:

"Come on, there are other people, call them out, the current stage is not gorgeous enough."

With Ion's helpers, there are only 6 demigods and 1 pseudo-demigod here, but it is not as fierce as the battle in the dark.

Irelia danced her arms lightly, the blade fluttering slowly around her:

"Since you want to meet, then Lilia, let them see what you're capable of."

"Okay..."

A slightly timid voice sounded from the forest, and a fawn-like figure burst out.

She has fawn-like lower limbs, a humanoid upper body, a branch like a lantern, and two shaggy ears that twitch and look, not like she has the slightest fighting ability.

"Vastaya?"

Seti saw Lilia appear, with a murderous intent in her eyes.

Even if there was a peak half-body existence on Irelia's side, he would not have the slightest surprise or mood swing.

But only... When Lilia appeared, his murderous intent and anger were somewhat ignited.

He never imagined that the demigods, who belonged to the Vastayas, would be on the side of the Ionians.

"Yikes..."

Sensing Sethi's anger, Lilia shrank behind Irelia, looking cowardly.

Irelia patted her on the back and replied with a smile:

"Lilia isn't from Vastaya, she's Vastaya Chari."

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