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She glanced at the typical Noxian military camp before her, which was indeed quiet and showed no signs of human activity.

"Yes, Captain Riven."

"The main force has continued its advance."

"This is the military camp that was used to set up camp before. Now you just need to wait for the legion at the front to come and take over this batch of military supplies."

The magician explained, his tone still somber.

Most of the mages in the Imperial Cabinet had this sinister look, and Riven was already used to it.

Hearing the mage's words, Riven finally nodded; this explanation seemed plausible.

Finally, Riven suppressed her unease and began ordering her troops to occupy the deserted military camp.

"Commander Riven, I have other tasks to complete."

"Please excuse me."

The sinister-looking mage asked to take his leave first. Now that the mission was complete, Riven had no reason to stop him.

After all, theoretically, the other party's level is equivalent to hers.

"Okay, I hope to see you again next time."

Riven simply made a gesture of respect with one hand.

Upon hearing this, the sinister-looking magician suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"Of course, goodbye, Captain Riven..."

The magician spoke slowly, then turned and left, heading back the way he came.

Watching the mage's retreating figure, Riven shook her head, ceasing her wild thoughts, and returned to the military camp to set up defenses.

Fortunately, after a thorough inspection, it was found that the military camp was equipped with a comprehensive range of defensive equipment.

There were even two rune cannons!

You should know that this is an extremely valuable item!

These are magical artifacts painstakingly crafted by the Imperial Cabinet mages; each rune cannon is equivalent to a Gold-rank mage who needs no rest or recovery.

Seeing this, Riven finally felt relieved.

It seems the troops at the front really left in a hurry, without even taking these things with them.

After taking care of everything, Riven took a jug of wine and slowly climbed to the top of the watchtower in the military camp.

It serves both as a sentry post and as a way to quietly listen to the wind blowing in one's ear.

The recent killings have put Riven on edge, leaving her constantly in a state of turmoil.

For some reason, Riven often thinks of that man.

I remember that day, on the battlefield.

The man who saved her at the last moment from the destructive golden greatsword's edge.

As she pondered this, Riven's heart filled with sorrow.

Riven's extensive battlefield experience has made her a seasoned warrior.

She understands many things that girls her age don't.

Riven knew that she probably had a crush on that man.

If she hadn't joined the army, a girl her age would probably be a mother of three back in her hometown by now...

Thinking of this, Riven couldn't help but smile wryly.

At this moment, Riven felt a deep sense of loss, a woman as rude, of low birth, and with blood on her hands.

How could I possibly be worthy of that esteemed person?

Perhaps only a girl like Miss Carter, born into wealth and intelligent, is worthy of him...

At this moment, only the female warrior knew the sorrow in her heart.

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

Originally, the elders had already prepared for a bloody battle in the forest.

Because in the afternoon, the fleeing members of the Galin guerrillas had brought back news.

Captain Valmor and Kay were killed in battle, the guerrillas were completely wiped out, and the forest was now completely under the control of the Noxians.

But now, strange things are happening.

The forest was quiet and deserted.

The Noxians who should have occupied this place were nowhere to be seen.

The elders initially thought that the Noxians might have set up camp deeper in the forest, but as they ventured further in, they found that they couldn't find a single Noxian.

By this point, they had almost covered half the distance through the forest.

At this moment, the Grand Elder suddenly remembered Varmao.

This young man is an exceptionally skilled wanderer; otherwise, he wouldn't have become the leader of the guerrilla force.

"If only he were still here."

The elder thought that as long as Valor was present, they might be able to detect the movements of the Noxian army.

To avoid groping forward in the dark like a blind person.

But Warmau was already...

Thinking of this, the Grand Elder sighed softly.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, an elder shouted.

This elder was a sorcerer who practiced the "Way of Nature," and was able to detect certain needs within a certain range.

With the elder's loud shout, the procession of 80,000 people suddenly stopped.

"The spirit of nature tells me that there are traces of many people's activities ahead!"

As soon as the elder finished speaking, everyone tensed up and stood ready.

At this moment, there will be no one else standing in front of us!

The enemy has appeared!!!

The elder, dragging his aged body, gripped the knife tightly in his hand, then took a deep breath.

The moment of decisive battle has arrived.

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

On the sentry post in the camp.

Riven gazed at the quiet forest under the moonlight, her eyes sparkling, seemingly already somewhat intoxicated.

Suddenly, Riven's expression tightened, and she was jolted awake as she gazed at the distant forest.

"alert!!!"

Riven roared, her power reaching the peak of the Gold rank, and her shout echoed throughout the entire camp.

In an instant, the soldiers who were resting got up and went to various parts of the camp to stand ready.

Riven jumped abruptly from the watchtower, her heart heavy with sorrow.

Someone is approaching the camp, and... a lot of people!

Chapter 237, The Moment That Decides Fate

The air carried a faint smell of rotting plant roots and stems, perhaps because of a rain shower that had fallen overnight, making the rotten smell even more pungent when mixed with the humid air.

Under the cover of night, the faint starlight and moonlight could not reach the ground beneath the tree canopy because of the trees' shade.

Under the forest canopy, it was now so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

And in this deep darkness, an eerie purple light was flashing.

In this dark and deep forest, the purple light resembled an eerie will-o'-the-wisp, sending chills down one's spine at the mere sight of it.

Suddenly, the eerie purple light increased.

At first glance, there were actually dozens of regiments.

"boom!!"

The warm fire dispelled the surrounding darkness, and it seemed to dispel even some of the damp, rotten smell in the air.

The firelight illuminated the surrounding scenery.

Suddenly, dozens of figures dressed in black robes appeared in the firelight.

They stood there quietly, without saying a word.

Everyone was holding a purple crystal ball, and this crystal ball was the source of the eerie purple light.