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This was a young man with long, pale hair; Garen could not discern anything about him from his appearance.

What is the origin of this legion? And who is its commander?

Is this an army specifically created by the Noxian Empire to deal with the Dreadnoughts?

Or is this a trap from beginning to end?

Garen's thoughts continued to wander, and the atmosphere on the battlefield fell into a stalemate for a moment.

Not only Garen, but even Jarvan IV standing to the side could see that his opponent was no ordinary person.

A sense of foreboding flashed through his mind, but with the die already cast, Jarvan IV could only grip the Halberd of Athamer even tighter.

"Shadow Legion".

“Crush them!!!”

Finally, the white-haired youth was the first to issue the order.

"kill!!!"

An awe-inspiring aura erupted from the Shadow Legion, its fierce power startling the warriors of the Fearless Vanguard.

Because the vast majority of the opponent's legion consisted of Silver-rank powerhouses!

Furthermore, in terms of numbers, the Shadow Chapter has almost twice as many as the Dreadnoughts!

A black wave swept in, its overwhelming killing intent and fighting spirit like a black tsunami, making the fearless vanguard warriors almost breathless.

Even the fearless vanguard warriors, accustomed to victory, couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive at this moment.

For the first time, they felt that the enemy before them seemed somewhat difficult to defeat.

"Fearless Vanguard!"

"Follow me into battle!"

Garen cast aside all distracting thoughts, raised his Storm Sword high, and charged ahead at the forefront!

"war!"

The warriors of the Fearless Vanguard immediately shouted and followed Garen, charging towards their opponent.

Regardless, they are fearless pioneers!

They embody the hopes and dreams of countless Demacians.

Whoever the opponent, defeat them! Achieve victory! This is the mission of the fearless vanguard.

A torrent of silvery steel surged forth just as suddenly, its momentum in no way inferior!

In an instant, under the impact of the two waves of steel torrents, the entire Eagle's Beak Peak seemed about to collapse.

This battle may well be the pinnacle of warfare among mortal legions throughout Runeterra.

A bloody battle soon broke out.

Garen used all his strength to kill a Shadow Legion soldier in front of him with a single sword strike, and he searched for his target in the black torrent.

—That white-haired commander!

Soldier against soldier, against general!

Capture the thief first and capture the king!

Garen knew that the best way to defeat his opponent right now was to take down their leader.

However, to everyone's surprise, the enemy commander did not engage in the battle, but instead closely observed the situation from the rear.

Garen was secretly anxious, constantly thinking of ways to break through to the rear.

suddenly.

"Shh!"

A sharp whooshing sound came from his side, and Garen instinctively raised his sword to block.

Two giant swords of different shapes clashed violently together!

Clang!

Fei:, Lu:"Xiao:;Shuo::Qun:7?!!6.".3,;4.,?A dull thud accompanied by a powerful recoil came from the Storm Sword!

This is a strong person!

Garen thought to himself, and after a brief struggle, the two each took a step back.

Looking at his opponent, Garen's deepest memories were suddenly awakened.

"It's you!"

Garen looked somewhat surprised, because the female warrior in front of him had left a deep impression on him.

"it's me!"

"I've come for revenge!"

A vengeful rage flashed in Riven's eyes.

Last time, the Shadow Legion suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of the Dauntless Vanguard, but this time Riven will personally avenge it!

In the last major battle not long ago, it was this female warrior who blocked Garen's path and hindered his pursuit of the enemy.

The legion to which this female warrior belonged was also trampled by the iron hooves of the fearless vanguard.

Unexpectedly, the two had another chance to fight.

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Before Garen could react, Riven once again swung her rune greatsword and charged into battle.

Endless gales swirled and howled on Riven's runic greatsword, the terrifying wind pressure carrying astonishing power as it hurtled toward Garen.

At that moment, a golden light flashed on the Stormblade in Garen's hand as he swung his greatsword to meet the attack.

"Cang!"

The Stormblade clashed with the rune greatsword once again.

The energy fluctuations from the collision created a vacuum zone in the surrounding space.

With both at the peak of their power, the two were evenly matched for a short period of time.

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

While Garen was being entangled with Riven, Jarvan IV was fighting desperately, seemingly trying to make up for the Dauntless Vanguard's numerical disadvantage.

However, in such a fierce hand-to-hand combat, Jarvan IV's individual fighting strength appeared somewhat weak.

At this moment, Jarvan IV was being entangled by five or six fearless soldiers of the Shadow Legion.

These five or six soldiers all possessed the strength of the Silver rank, and under the baptism of the power of ruin, they had been completely reborn.

They cast aside all their fear and cowardice.

At this moment, all they could think about was how to kill the man in the golden armor before them.

In terms of individual strength, the Fearless Vanguard has a few more Gold-ranked Warrior Captains.

The Shadow Chapter has reached parity with the Dreadnoughts and even has a considerable numerical advantage.

The tide of battle began to turn in favor of the Shadow Chapter.

Seeing Garen being entangled by Riven, Jarvan IV was anxious.

He knew he absolutely couldn't let things continue like this!

Someone has to step up at this time!

He is the heir of the Lightshield family and the crown prince of the Kingdom of Demacia.

Although Jarvan IV's individual strength is not as great as Garen's, who is known as the "Might of Demacia".

However, as royalty, the Lightshield family possesses an innate bloodline power.

This power is neither magic nor divine power, but an innate belief.

"Demacia, forever!!!"

Jarvan IV suddenly roared to the sky, pulled out a battle flag he had always carried on his back, and slammed it into the ground.

A mysterious force then began to influence the surroundings.

A force born of conviction suddenly arose in the hearts of every fearless vanguard warrior.

At that moment, they seemed to hear the prayers of the subjects of the Kingdom of Demacia, and the longing of their loved ones and children far away at home.

The power of longing and protection actually stopped the retreating vanguard.

"The sky is falling and the earth is splitting open!!!"

That wasn't enough. Jarvan IV squeezed every last bit of power from his body, and in an instant, endless golden light burst forth from his body.

The tip of Atama's Halberd gleamed with an earthy yellow light, and this legendary weapon began to unleash its power under Jarvan's control!

Jarvan IV leaped high from the line of the Dauntless Vanguard and hurled the Spear of Atma into the Shadow Chapter's ranks.