I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

Chapter 137 of The First Deeply Affectionate Person

This can be considered an "investment" in Jarvan IV.

Jarvan IV naturally understood Tiana's deeper meaning, and he glanced gratefully at his good friend Garen beside him.

He realized that his decision to befriend Garen was indeed the right one.

If it weren't for Garen, he definitely wouldn't have a piece of this "cake".

Garen glanced strangely at Jarvan IV beside him. It was just a mission, wasn't it?

He understood why Jarvan IV looked so strange and why he was looking at him so openly.

Clearly, Garen is a natural warrior, but not a competent politician or strategist.

At this moment, Garen's mind was filled with thoughts of how to break through the enemy's defenses on the battlefield.

.............

"call!!!"

The wind howled above the Nokmourch Plains.

A Noxian warrior gripped his greatsword tightly, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his temple.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from afar, like the rumbling thunder in March.

An experienced Noxian warrior's expression changed, and he let out a low growl.

"coming!"

In an instant, all the soldiers were fully armed and took their positions, ready for battle.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Gradually, the muffled sounds became more and more obvious, until the earth began to tremble violently.

In the distance, amidst billowing dust, a heavily armored legion with impeccable discipline and remarkably synchronized steps came into view.

Looking around, the more than 20,000 soldiers dressed in uniform silver armor resembled an impregnable wall, exuding an aura of invincibility.

Chapter 130, The Imperial Rose Has Been Plucked

The ten Noxian legions stationed at the front lines were also lined up in their usual combat formations, facing off against the well-disciplined Demacian army.

However, compared to their opponents' neat and uniform bright silver armor, which lacked even a hint of color, Noxus's army appeared much more disorganized.

Swords, spears, axes, halberds, long spears, short swords...

You can see all sorts of weapons in the hands of Noxian soldiers.

One side is pitch black, the other is pure white.

One side has a distinct personality, while the other is well-organized.

Demacia and Noxus are like water and fire, incompatible.

A colossal monster charged from the rear of the Noxian army, its four- or five-meter-tall form exuding a wild and powerful aura as it raced to the very front of the battle line.

This type of monster has thick hind limbs and short, sharp forelimbs, and its blood-red tongue occasionally flicks out from its gaping maw.

The dragon lizard is a magical beast that lives in the eastern forests of Noxus. After being tamed by the Empire, it became the mount of high-ranking Imperial generals.

Of course, due to the enormous size of the dragon lizard, this type of mount was only used by generals during wartime.

Behind the dragon lizard, Amystine gazed solemnly at the army formation before her, which resembled a torrent of steel.

At the same time, a passage about five meters wide suddenly appeared in the originally neat and uniform military formation on the opposite side.

A middle-aged woman with long golden hair, wearing heavy silver armor, stepped out from the formation.

It was none other than the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom of Demacia—Tiana Crownguard.

The commanders of both armies were women.

The two women, who were about to decide the fate of their respective countries, looked at each other and saw their own convictions reflected in each other's eyes.

The two did not exchange words; the age-old blood feud between Demacia and Noxus was already well-established and needed no further explanation.

Today, on this battlefield, there can only be one victor.

"Demacia!"

"charge!"

Without much hesitation, Tiana raised one hand high and then swung it down sharply.

"Demacia!!!"

At Tiana's command, tens of thousands of Demacian warriors roared simultaneously, their voices soaring into the sky.

They charged toward the Noxian army with perfectly synchronized steps.

Its momentum was like a torrent of steel bursting forth from a dam.

Noxus!

"kill!!!"

Amyst also issued the order, and then ten Noxian soldiers from the warbands, like beasts unleashed, tore into the Demacian steel torrent.

In an instant, the earth shook!

The black horde of beasts collided with the silver torrent of steel.

..........

When Katrina woke up again, it was noon the next day.

When Katrina awoke, she found herself in a makeshift tent, surrounded by busy Shadow Legion soldiers.

The bloody battle with Talon and the scene of being chased by Du Kekao are still vivid in my mind.

She instinctively touched her abdomen, which should have been severely injured, but was surprised to find that her body, pierced by Tyrone's dagger, had already healed.

Only a shallow scar remained on her fair abdomen.

Katrina slowly got up, feeling that apart from some soreness and fatigue, she had no other problems.

She got up and walked outside, where she saw Shadow Legion soldiers building defensive fortifications in the narrow terrain before her.

This is Eagle's Beak Peak, the base of the Shadow Legion.

At this time, the Shadow Legion soldiers occupied the only mountain road leading to Eagle's Beak Peak and built a large number of defensive facilities on it.

"you're awake?"

Suddenly, a calm and gentle voice appeared in her ear.

Katrina turned her head to look, and upon seeing the person who had arrived, a blush unconsciously crept onto her fair face.

"you......."

"Thanks........."

After hesitating for a moment, Katrina could only utter two words in the end.

"You're welcome. You're already mine anyway."

Foygo said in a slightly teasing tone, which made Katrina's already rosy face turn even redder.

"certainly not!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

Katrina immediately retorted loudly, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.

Seeing this, Foygo revealed a slight smile.