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

Faced with these terrifying "devils," they had long lost the courage to fight.

It was only their instinct for survival that kept them clutching their weapons instead of collapsing to the ground.

"well........."

Looking at his hands, which had been completely destroyed, Nujiao let out a weak sigh.

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Yes, right now he is on the path of avenging his clan and his son.

But even if we kill these Noxians and Ionians...

Will his people, his people, be able to return?

The answer is no.

And because of his killing at this moment, the world has gained another son who has lost his father, a pair of parents who have lost their son, and a wife who has lost her husband.

Are these soldiers, who appear utterly powerless in the Angry Horn, the ones who are at fault?

Obviously not. The mistake lies with the politicians and generals who allowed these soldiers to invade and poison.

At that moment, Nujiao seemed to have suddenly figured it out.

He was tired and didn't want to seek revenge anymore.

This grudge... has been settled enough...

This time, let's try to revive the reputation of Vastaya, whose influence has been declining.

Thinking of this, Nujiao suddenly let out a long howl, as if he wanted to express all the pent-up emotions in his heart.

"Roar!!!!"

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

After a long howl, Angry Horn spoke slowly.

"withdraw."

This time, there was no anger in Angry Horn's voice, nor was there the previous chilling rage.

Some are just peaceful.

Upon hearing this, the Vastaya warriors exchanged glances.

They each saw a hint of relief and acceptance in each other's eyes.

Such ruthless killings clearly placed a considerable burden on these soldiers.

"Woo!!!"

The soldiers also looked up to the sky and roared, their shouts rising and falling in waves.

This is also a unique retreat signal from Vastaya.

Angry Horn turned around and slowly walked back the way he came, no longer looking at the few remaining Noxian cannon fodder behind him.

Of the original 50,000 people, less than one-tenth remain.

Only a few thousand or two people survived.

Such a battle situation cannot be simply described as "tragic".

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

In mid-air, Foygo looked at the Vastaya warriors who were about to retreat, his brows furrowing slightly.

The reason these Vastaya warriors are here is obvious; it's because of LeBlanc's interference.

LeBlanc went to such great lengths, naturally because she had arrangements made here.

Considering LeBlanc's purpose, it's not hard to guess that the purpose of this arrangement was simply to use the power of these Vastaya people to harvest soul power for LeBlanc.

This was indeed a good move.

After all, the relationship between humans and Vastaya in Ionia is so tense right now that even the slightest friction could trigger a major war.

Now, everything is about to settle down.

LeBlanc remained motionless. Seeing that the Vastayan warriors were about to leave, could it be that Feuergo had guessed wrong?

If that's the case, Fóyego is somewhat disappointed.

He had already calculated down to the atmospheric level based on LeBlanc's possible actions.

If LeBlanc really does just give up, then Fryego will indeed be somewhat helpless.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

Suddenly, a terrifying crimson light erupted from the military camp below!

"coming."

As Foygo gazed at the crimson light below, he examined it briefly with his mind, and soon a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.

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Meanwhile, within the spatial rift.

"Hmph hmph hmph............"

Hahahaha!!!!

The alluring woman suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Now, no one can stop this slaughter from spreading!"

A flicker of excited fire flashed in LeBlanc's eyes.

Even if the plan is thwarted, and soldiers are lost and soul power is taken away.

These are dire situations that have left other players with no hope of turning the tide.

For old foxes like LeBlanc and Vladimir, who have lived for thousands of years, it's far from the final moment.

And what they rely on is their respective trump cards!

At this very moment, LeBlanc has revealed her biggest trump card!

A sinister smile played on LeBlanc's lips.

She knew, of course, that at this very moment, a demigod-level powerhouse was lying in ambush, plotting against her.

I'm afraid that as soon as she shows her face, she will be met with a merciless blow.

But after tonight, even a demigod would have to think twice before trying to harm her!

Everything that followed, on the surface, was just a massacre she launched to collect soul power.

But in reality, there are even deeper, more fundamental considerations.

Did she really think that she dared to plot against the Lord of the Underworld behind his back just because of luck?

And all these years, Mordekaiser has not returned to the material world to settle scores with her, simply because of the barrier between space and the Protoss.

Everything boils down to this one trump card.

In other words, Mordecais simply felt there wasn't a suitable opportunity.

Because Mordecais knew that with this trump card, LeBlanc was safe enough to protect herself.

Taking action rashly could backfire.

Today, LeBlanc will repeat the same method she used to deal with Mordekaiser.

She revealed a corner of her hidden trump card, making that defeated king equally hesitant to act against her.

Even now, LeBlanc has no idea.

Why is this decadent king, known for his "deep affection," targeting her instead of planning his "resurrection of his beloved wife"?

Could it be that they want to turn the empire into a "world of the dead"?

Stop teasing, okay?

The Protoss will not stand idly by and allow such a scenario to occur.

But no matter how much LeBlanc pondered it, she couldn't figure it out.

But right now, none of that matters.

Whatever the purpose of this broken king, he would never dare to easily make a move against her.

The biggest mistake this Ruined King made was giving her the opportunity to successfully reveal this trump card!

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

For the surviving two thousand cannon fodder, they truly experienced what it felt like to "survive a catastrophe".

"...left...?"

"The demon is gone..."

"Someone who was just a cannon fodder muttered."