LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Riven remembered the night she and Marit were married.

The enemy surrounded them in darkness, constantly torturing their spirits with the screams of bombs. The voice lingered in the air, and it was so long that it made people panic. Sleepiness feels like something from a previous life, and it is impossible to close your eyes here.

And if they do fall asleep, the enemy's assassins will come quietly under the stars in the night sky.

The night was hopeless.

Marit said: "It's really scary here. But together, we will definitely make this place better."

Riven didn't have much culture, so she couldn't speak such high-level lines.

But she looked up at the imperial nobleman—the nobleman was also stained with blood, some of the blood of the enemy, and some of Marit's own blood shed for her, an orphan who was born as a serf.

So, by a strange coincidence, Riven believed Marit.

She believed that the blood of herself and her comrades would not be shed in vain, that this place would definitely become better under the rule of Noxus, that the Noxus would have a promising future, and that the empire would be great again.

Marit stood up, resting a fist on her chest: "For Darkwill."

"For Darkwill." Riven returned the military salute: "Thank you, Captain."

She shook her head: "You can call me Marit."

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"Marit, put down the sword!" Amistan asked coldly, "I'm the next one, point the sword at the officer... Do you want to betray the Noxus Empire and His Majesty Darkwill?"

"I'm going to Darkwell in Nima!" Marit yelled hysterically.

With this roar, it was as if the world had been muted.

The endless tsunami and storm raging around the Shuangcheng seemed to have no sound at this moment.

Riven looked at her best friend in disbelief, and the general's personal guards at the scene were also looking at her with shocking eyes from aliens.

"Marit." Amistan sneered, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know!" Marit roared in a low voice, "I'm talking about the mad king who pushed the empire into the abyss!"

Amistan lost her smile: "It seems that you don't want to live anymore."

"Do you plan to let us survive?" Marit seemed crazy: "We have been cannon fodder from the beginning, consumables, and extra pawns in your hands, aren't we?"

"I know, you just want to use Riven and me as a step for you to bow your head to the leader, and trample to death under your feet."

"..." Amistan's face was gloomy.

Some things are good for everyone to know in their hearts, and it would be ignorant to say them publicly.

You girl, can't you die obediently?

Amistan did not hide her murderous aura, and turned to look at Riven again: "Riven, put down the sword."

Of course Riven didn't dare to put down her sword now.

But even though the reality couldn't be clearer, she still looked at Amistan with difficulty: "General, is this true?"

She, Riven, the warrior honored by His Majesty, the head of the Runeblade Legion, is she really just a consumable that can be discarded at will?

"Hey." Amistan sighed.

She shattered the last illusion in Riven's mind: "Why bother? Don't you have to resist and kill a few more comrades before you are willing to die obediently?"

"I..." Riven's face was pale, and the hands holding the hilt of the sword were trembling slightly. She really didn't have the courage to swing a sword at her comrades.

"Riven." Marit walked slowly to her side.

She said, "I was wrong, Riven. The empire we fought for half our lives was never home."

"The Empire will never be great again—because, as the pamphlet says, it is obsolete."

"Riwen, from now on, please live for yourself."

Saying that, Marit raised her head and let out a whistle.

Her mount, a monster bird shaped like a giant ostrich, quickly ran towards her master from the side.

"Hmph, want to escape?" Amistan glanced at the guard beside him: "Do it!"

"General." The guards asked, "To live or to die?"

"It doesn't matter." Amistan said: "Just take care to bring back that black stone rune greatsword intact."

Rui Wen:"......"

She finally understood now. Her sword is actually worth more than her people.

She is nothing more than a sword stand randomly selected by His Majesty the Emperor. That's all.

At this moment, it seemed that something had collapsed. With this collapse, Riven lost all energy.

"Riven, let's go!" Marit shook her awake when she was distracted.

At this time, the general's personal guards had already raised their swords like wolves and tigers. They are all powerful fighters, their strength and numbers are definitely not something Riven and Marit can handle.

What's more, Riven is still in a daze at this moment.

When the empire she'd given her half her life to told her to die, she didn't know what to fight for.

"At least for me—" Finally, Marit said decisively, "Survive, Riven!"

Riven was silent for a while

The mountain of swords and the sea of ​​swords have come from all directions.

Marit didn't even have time to meet her devil bird, and she was about to be overwhelmed by the cold light.

"Wind Slash!" Finally, Riven made a move.

She slashed out a sword light with all her strength, split the ground with a sword, and forced back the guards who rushed towards Marit.

But this is just the beginning.

These experienced personal guards only paused for a moment, then raised their swords and approached them step by step.

Riven spun the round rune greatsword rapidly for several large circles before it shook open a passage.

"Let's go!" Marit immediately turned over and rolled onto the back of the devil bird, and stretched out his hand to Riven.

Riven didn't hesitate this time. Instinctively, she grabbed Marit's hand and leaped onto the devil bird.

The devil bird seemed to feel the despair of its master, and ran as hard as it could.

"Don't let them run away!" The guards gave chase.

All of a sudden, bows and arrows, javelins, throwing axes, all kinds of weapons rushed towards them like a torrential rain.

Riven tried her best to arouse the rune energy of the giant sword, and managed to open the shield, but it collapsed instantly under the tide-like attack.

And those seemingly ordinary long arrows not only easily tore through her rune shield, but also deeply embedded in her Noxus officer armor like cutting through cardboard.

"Ah!" She groaned.

"Riven!" Marit waved the rein desperately, then looked back nervously.

"No, nothing..." Riven gritted her teeth, and pulled out two long blood-stained arrows from her back.

While the blood was splattering, she simply pulled hard, tore off the hundred-jin steel armor on her body, and threw it on the ground.

This armor is the honor symbol of the head of the Runeblade Legion, and it is also the reward she once dreamed of as an imperial soldier.

And now, it only slowed her escape from the Imperial army.

"Hold on, Riven," Marit said. "As long as we can hold on and get out of Piltover, into the mountains of the Great Barrier to the north... I, we have hope."

Her voice trembled.

"Hmm..." Riven's answer wasn't all that forceful either.

Because they all know how difficult this journey is.

In a city with complex terrain, the speed advantage of the magic bird can't be used much.

Not to mention, Amistan's general's personal guards are also uniformly equipped with mounts, and they are definitely not inferior to them in terms of foot strength.

No matter how hard they tried to escape, the pursuers behind them still clung to them. Not only did they fail to get rid of these former comrades, but they were chased closer and closer by each other.

"Have you played enough?"

Amistan rode a pure-blood dragon lizard, and even seemed to be on vacation, leisurely followed behind and said, "Do you think you two are really capable of escaping from Piltover under my control?"

"Give up resistance early, so that I can let you die more happily. Otherwise...you should know my methods."

Rui Wen:"......"

"Don't listen to her!" Marit yelled.

Riven nodded, and continued to grit her teeth and persist.

Although they are still safe for the time being, they are not capable of getting rid of the pursuers at all.

Gradually, Riven also began to feel strenuous.

She seemed to be able to feel that the wound on her back was festering and spreading rapidly. It was like a black hole was embedded in her body, a black hole that swallowed her strength and life endlessly.

"That arrow...has, is it poisonous?" Riven then remembered that Amistan is a master at using poison.

She likes the invention of the Zaun alchemist so much, of course she will not give it to herself and the guards around her to use it.

"Marit, we..." Riven despaired, "It seems like we can't get away."

"..." Marit remained silent.

Then, the next second.

I saw that the skilled rider performed a trick on horseback, jumped back slightly, and then shifted and sat behind Riven.

"Riven, you take the rein." Saying that, Marit put the rein in Riven's hand.

Riven subconsciously took the reins.

She thought Marit had some strange tricks to use, but...

I saw Marit piercing her beloved devil bird's ass with a sword, which made the devil bird run forward uncontrollably.

Then she said to Riven, "Riven, live well."

"You?" Riven's eyes widened.

She wanted to say something, but it was too late.

Marit jumped back and turned over, then landed firmly on the ground, and then stood alone in front of Amistan and the others who were chasing.

"Marit!" Riven instinctively wanted to turn back.

"Don't come back!" Marit yelled at her through gritted teeth: "I made the decision to shield Crete. This matter was caused by me, and I should be responsible for it!"

"Riwen, you have to live well—"

"No shit empire, for yourself and for me!"