"All Noxians with blood on their hands will get the ending they deserve."

When Yi said these words in the crowd, he was not impassioned or angry, just as plain as water, as if he was just stating a fact.

But just such a gesture made everyone who looked at him feel a sense of confidence, determination, and strength.

Yi was not a person who was good at words. He was even better at using the sword in his hand to explain his determination than to inspire morale.

This kind of him, in this situation and in this place, made everyone's hearts feel a kind of shock and resonance.

"Long live Ionia!"

I don't know who shouted, and then, like a contagion, one after another straightened their backs, held their heads high, and loudly shouted out the anger, determination, and fire-like enthusiasm in their hearts.

"Long live Ionia!"

More and more people joined this queue. This emotion spread to everyone's hearts under this silent night sky. These resistance soldiers were united and high-spirited.

The loud noise even woke up Noxians from their sleep, who were more than ten miles away.

But in such a passionate scene, Yi's figure quietly left in a corner where no one noticed,

Leaving with him were several leaders of the resistance army.

The shouts outside the camp were still carried in the evening wind, but in Yi's barracks, the people sitting along a long table had serious expressions on their faces.

Yi sat on the main seat and looked at each other one by one. The names of these people flashed through his mind one after another: Landes, the warrior of Zivonia, Bacon, the wanderer of Onkuwo, Mai Yi, the noble bastard of Tiwasa, Na

Wally's...

Yi looked at the dozen or so people standing or sitting in the barracks one by one. Besides them, there were also several brothers from the Wuji Sect.

Until the end, his eyes fell on Shang Zanlai's brother and sister, Cole/Cindia, and the girl Irelia from the Zan family, a family of swordsmen, standing next to them.

These people are the backbone of the resistance army.

They all came here with the passion to protect their home and country. They chose Yi because they were dissatisfied with the negative attitude of the powerful people in Preidian City. Together with him and many others who had the same idea, they formed the Resistance Army.

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From the mountains south of Navoli, they resisted desperately, but due to manpower and many other reasons, they could only continue to retreat.

However, no one gave up hope and sued for peace, just because of one belief:

Bloodshed is meaningful, and their actions will eventually win the recognition of more people.

They also firmly believe that one day, all the people in Ionia will stand with them, and then it will be the day to drive out the invaders and rebuild their homes.

His eyes met the girl named Cyndia, and looking at the slightly concerned look in her eyes, Yi nodded subtly, and then looked at the end of the long table, where Lu En was waiting quietly.

As soon as Yi's gaze arrived, Lu En understood what Yi meant. He blinked his reddish eyes and said, "According to Senior Brother Su En's last words before he left..."

When he said this, his voice unconsciously trembled, because the next words were something he didn't want to believe no matter what, but it was a fact that had already happened: "Wuji Village was attacked by those hateful Noxians.

With the invasion, the village, along with the Wuji Sect, were completely destroyed..."

He took several deep breaths, and everyone present could see that speaking these words indeed consumed most of the strength of this strong swordsman.

After getting familiar with these Wuji Sect swordsmen who had never heard of them before, many people in the Resistance Army were full of curiosity about this swordsman sect in their free time.

Where did they come from? Why haven't I heard of them before? Why does this unknown sword sect have so many swordsmanship masters? Even the man named Yi, nicknamed Wuji Sword Master, has almost otherworldly and inhuman strength.

generally.

For thousands of years, because of the teachings of the first founder of the Wuji Sect, the people of the Sword Sect have always adhered to the concept of an aloof sage, staying away from war, being obsessed with the art of swordsmanship, and not being stained by the world or blood.

Therefore, very few people have heard of them.

Among the dozen or so people present, perhaps only Irelia has some knowledge of this sect, but that is also because her father once suffered the most painful defeat in his life in the Wuji Sword Sect in Balu'e Province.

Therefore, many people want to know more about this mysterious sect.

And with the narrations of those Wuji swordsmen, the Wuji Sect also slightly unveiled a mysterious veil.

It was only then that those people were shocked to learn that the dozens of Wuji Swordsmen currently in the Resistance Army were not the full strength of the Wuji Sword Sect.

Far away in Wuji Village in the Balu E Mountains, there are three sword masters and several disciples who are more powerful than them.

Such a powerful strength is really hard to believe, but you have to believe it.

Yi's strength has already been proven on the battlefield.

If it weren't for his outstanding performance on the battlefield, the Resistance Army would not have been able to fight against Noxus' tens of thousands of troops with less than a thousand soldiers.

Apart from Yi, his fellow disciples are also very good players. Everyone sitting here has no confidence that they can easily defeat any one of them.

It is precisely because of this that when the news came that the Wuji Sect had been destroyed, these people were extremely horrified.

Could it be that the tens of thousands of Noxian troops stationed dozens of miles away in front of us are not the full strength of the Noxians!?

Have they not taken it seriously yet?

When they thought that there might be more powerful masters in Noxus, these people felt a little discouraged for a while.

At this moment, Lu En's voice sounded again:

"It's poison gas."

Lu En recalled what Senior Brother Su En said before he died, and his heart was filled with anger: "Only poison gas can kill nearly ten thousand people in Wuji Village, and only this despicable method can let the masters also...

..."

Lu En's voice trembled again, and his fists clenched into balls. Unknowingly, a line of blood slowly dripped from his fingers.

The atmosphere became silent, and everyone was silently chewing on the news. Such a powerful sword sect would not be able to survive in the poisonous gas. If it were them...

For a moment, there seemed to be a dark cloud hanging over everyone's heads that would not go away.

At this moment, Yi spoke: "I think everyone has thought of it..."

As Yi's voice sounded, everyone looked at him.

"The Noxians used poison gas as a weapon in the war, so it will definitely not be just once. This time, the poison gas spread over Wuji Village, and next time, maybe it will be above our heads, and the next time...

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"Maybe it's at the top of Presiden City."
Chapter completed!