Twin Cities: Hero Witness System

Zanjia's dance has a long tradition.

What does this ancient dance dominated by silk and satin have anything to do with the spirit of all things in Ionia?

Irelia didn't have time to sort out the question.

There is no doubt about her love for dance. Therefore, in order to improve her dancing skills, Irelia entered Presidian early. Before that, her grandmother never told her what the essence of Zanjia dance was.

By the time Irelia heard the bad news and returned home on the coast, the Noxians had already invaded.

All Irelia was left with was the nameless tombstone in the garden—her father and brothers had rebelled against the Noxians, and here they are now.

No, there is one more thing left.

Where is the family crest of the Zan family, the family crest that sacrificed her life to protect... Now, it has become Irelia's most powerful weapon.

"Dance of Wings!"

Irelia breathed out, waving her hands, connecting the blades into a long line, and then pushing them all to the front.

In a single breath, dozens of elite Noxian soldiers were destroyed.

"Don't step back."

Swain's voice sounded faintly.

He knew that Irelia was coming for him.

He also knew that if he didn't leave now, he might be in danger.

But, as Swain said, in order to win, sacrifice is inevitable.

There is danger, but again, with Swain here, Irelia will become blind and impulsive.

Powerful and crazy enemies are not scary.

Fearsome is the mysterious and composed enemy.

How to subdue a beast in anger?

All you need is a knife, bow, and net!

"Cover her with a net!"

A general quickly reacted, and brought out a special wire mesh, which was a long net that was enchanted, and its toughness was extremely strong.

The six soldiers assisted the general, threw the silk screen out together, and flew high, covering the sky above Irelia.

"Dance on the River!"

Irelia jumped briskly, pressing her hands down, making an elegant movement.

A series of blades were like white silk, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky, Irelia gathered them together, and then stabbed the sky fiercely.

"呲呲呲..."

The scene Irelia imagined did not appear.

The long net was not easily cut by the blade, but stuck in the sky with the blade.

The inexperienced Irelia panicked for a moment.

"Suppress her!"

'She's under control! ’

A steel gun stabbed in from the other end of the net.

Stabbed Irelia with a long net.

"Dance of the Break!"

The blade returned to the body, protecting Irelia like a round shield.

Charge... charge... charge again!

Irelia released it only after the blade made a clanging pained whine. ,

It was a dazzling white knife light.

"boom!"

The shape of the white light is like a drop of water, driving the ancient power of the land to break through the big net in front of him.

But soon, more big nets attacked Irelia overwhelmingly.

Noxians are not at all worried about taking care of their own people.

Seeing this, Irelia could only flee in embarrassment.

She is indeed very powerful, with a spirit blade around her body, dancing on the battlefield, she can easily kill a bunch of enemies.

But she is also really weak.

She is young and inexperienced and cannot control her emotions very well.

Now, looking at the demon who was looking at all this indifferently not far away, Irelia knew that she had fallen into his ambush again.

He did it on purpose, on purpose.

It's intentional to give myself "opportunities".

Create such an illusion.

Just as Irelia thought, Swain guessed what the girl was thinking.

Capture Swain, deal with Swain, and the war will end.

But Irelia is a man, not a god.

I have seen more powerful people and non-human Swain, and Irelia's power is indeed beyond Swain's expectations, but if the woman in the Hall of Eternal Sleep comes out, Swain will still be afraid and withdraw his troops return home.

After all, it was a monster that could sink a battleship in just one breath. Swain and his soldiers could no longer resist that kind of existence.

Such an existence cannot be won by ingenuity.

But she didn't show up again.

Faced with this growing number of Noxian soldiers, Irelia stubbornly resisted.

Little by little, Irelia was exhausted.

The rebels in the encirclement have gradually lost their voices.

Directly ahead, the Ionians held captive by Noxus watched in pain.

"Quick, make up some people and help them!"

In the captive area of ​​the salt field, a general greeted loudly.

Soon, a group of soldiers guarding the prisoners rushed out.

Rush towards Irelia's position.

Thousands of Noxians were divided into several groups.

One of the smallest forces was at the mine on Swain's orders, while the other two were larger, one besieging Irelia, and the other balancing the rebels.

There is also a small group of soldiers, those who are guarding the captive field.

But in the face of Irelia's unyielding and stubborn resistance, the troops have gradually become insufficient.

"I know her... we have to help her."

Due to Irelia's reasons, the prisoners in the salt pan have fewer guards.

Lying on the ground, hands tied with ropes, a man whispered.

"She is the daughter of the Zan family. She... is only fourteen years old this year."

"We can't protect ourselves now, how can we help her?"

A voice answered him.

The man whispered, "But we have to figure out a way. We can't just watch her fight alone."

For a moment, a voice said hesitantly: "But this is not the path we are going to take, we have to pay attention to balance... We have to obey the way of all souls."

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Another voice sounded, he was roaring, dissatisfied: "Fuck your mother's balance, let you guys balance again, all of us have to die!"

"Ionia will perish sooner or later at the hands of you people."

"We need her help, her blade can fly..."

A woman whispered.

"One...two...there's a total of thirty-one people watching us right now."

"We have more than 400 people..."

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Irelia struggled to resist the enemy.

She killed a bunch of enemies in front of her, but soon, another bunch of people would make up for it.

Her leather armor was torn, revealing the red clothes inside.

A thumb-sized hole was on her side waist, and blood spilled out, soaking her clothes.

It was caused by a gun... If Irelia hadn't reacted in time and immediately cut off the head of the gun with the blade, then Irelia would probably have been stabbed through her body by the gun.

But even so, Irelia was gasping for breath at the moment.

she is so tired...

very tired.

But Irelia didn't want to give up.

She always remembered what her grandmother said.

——I am the big river...flowing at will.

The land of Navoli knew Irelia.

Silver Plains knew it by her name.

There are traces of her fishing on the river of green grass.

Therefore, Irelia could not give up.

No matter how tired you are, you will never give up.

But my heart started to hurt a little...

Are you exhausted?

So hot... body so hot, so hot.

The vision in front of him was blurred, and the visible things became dim.

Irelia swallowed her saliva, and the moment she swallowed it, there was a strong **** smell.

She was smeared with the blood of countless enemies.

Her silver-white blade also turned crimson.

And in the depths of the soul, one voice after another rang out.

They seemed to want to tell Irelia something.

And that was one dance after another.

It's the dance that Irelia has been learning since she was a child.

"Wow~~"

A strange voice sounded from the blade behind Irelia.

The family crest smashed by the Noxians, the blades reassembled—

It became a strange pattern.

And if Lin Wen saw this thing at the scene, he would swallow his saliva and determine the next thing.

Behind Irelia, the combined thing is not only the family crest of the Zan family, but at the same time, it has another nickname - the power of the three phases.

"Buzzing..."

"Clang clang!!!"

Vibrating violently, the power of the three-phase roared.

Then, the dirty blood on the power of the three-phase was purified, and the power of the three-phase released silver-white brilliance on the battlefield.

Then, one bright blade after another appeared.

A dozen... No, dozens of tiny blades lined Irelia's body.

The voices were ringing again.

They were inspiring Irelia.

It's all souls...

As if telling Irelia something.

The soul of Ionia... talking to Irelia?

she does not know.

She even suspected that it was her imagination.

but...

The body suddenly became lighter.

One after another, the dances that my grandmother mentioned but hadn't taught yet, Irelia taught herself without a teacher.

"The sharp blade of dance, the two-edged blade of wings, the blade of the vanguard..."

Is that still dancing?

"Blade of the Vanguard...Blade!"

Subconsciously made the action in her mind, Irelia trembled, and the next moment, I saw dozens of silver blades flashing under the control of Irelia, and they gathered together in the breath. And flashing silver light rushed to the first enemy in front.

Then...

"pin!"

A harsh voice sounded, and on the Noxian soldier, the blade disintegrated and turned into a streamer.

He disappeared.

No, to be precise, it was dismembered into tiny pieces.

Instead of dozens of blades appearing.

But there are more than a hundred knives!

The 100 meters in front of Irelia, who had tried to surround the Noxian soldiers who had attacked Irelia, put down their weapons in an instant, clutched their throats, and fell down.

A triangular matrix appeared in front, and hundreds of blades were shining brightly.

Swain's pupils trembled, and he looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

This... is beyond his imagination!

The two plans were successful, and it was obvious that she was already a caged beast.

but now...

"Blade Impact!"

An action came to mind, and Irelia followed suit.

The left hand with the five fingers together stood up and placed on the chest. The next moment, Irelia turned into a blade, and the two surrounding blades hung down and moved forward, on both sides of Irelia's shoulders.

Irelia approached Swain at a speed that ordinary people can't see with the naked eye.

"puff!"

Blood splattered.

A general blocked the attack.

Cut in half with a sharp blade.

Even with only half of his face, he could see his fear and confusion.

But... Irelia didn't stop, she moved again.

She looked at Swain, who was surrounded by generals, surrounded by soldiers, and had endless anger in her eyes as she quickly retreated.

The home was devastated.

It's all caused by him!

Irelia chased after him.

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"Quick, help the girl from Zanjia!"

"Counterattack!"

A riot broke out in the captive field of the salt pan.

The peaceful and kind Ionians have changed.

At this moment, they were roaring and angry.

The liberated people went to **** their weapons, and they reached out and beat them in the face.

The restrained man head-butted them, putting their weight on top of them.

Thirty Noxians were instantly torn apart by the captives of the Unity Rebellion.

The Ionians are sheltered by all spirits, and there are not a few people who can master magic and martial arts.

In this group of people, there are guys who can discharge with bare hands, and there are guys in this group who can fly over the eaves and walls.

There are guys in this group who can smash people's heads with a stone.

The Ionian, with a stunt.

At this moment, they only have one thought.

Fuck the balance, **** the magic bullet.

Go to their big guys!

We are going to help the girls in Zanjia.

We have to protect our homeland~www.novelmt.com~ A belated revenge is not justice, reincarnation is a lie!

When armed with stolen weapons and picked up stones, the angry Ionians rushed to the battlefield on the plains.

They saw such a scene.

The girl from the Zan family stood on top of the corpse.

Countless blades revolved around her.

Her right hand was holding a **** severed hand tightly.

Irelia raised her right hand.

This is the man's arm.

Before falling into a coma, Irelia cried out.

She...did it.

"Ionia..."

"Exalted and immortal!"

Swain, who was covering her severed hand and frowning in pain, heard Irelia's roaring voice.

Swain looked at Irelia silently.

Backed by hundreds of soldiers.

Swain... sighed heavily.

"Darkwill... You have seriously affected the development of the empire."

This battle made Swain more convinced of this matter.

If Kirk was by his side, if the soldiers of the First Army were in Swain's army.

That Presidian will not be abandoned.

Navoli will never lose this battle, no... it will never appear.

Y'all want me to die?

Swain's hand was still bleeding, but he was looking at the sky silently as he was being carried by the soldiers.

This just happened to prove me right!

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February 29, Noxus Year 985.

The Ionians fought off the Noxians.

The leader of the resistance army, Irelia, took the lead and broke through the enemy's formation in one fell swoop, and the soldiers cut off the right hand of the Noxian general in the chaos.

History - Navoli stands tall.