People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

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On a Noxian warship in the strait east of Navori province.

Chapter Commander Amystine stood on the deck, observing the situation on the shore through a monocular telescope.

A row of fully armed Ionians.

It seems the advance team has been completely wiped out.

It doesn't matter, their goal has been achieved—to disrupt the coastal defenses and lure the garrison to the shore.

"Should we force our way to port, Commander?" the helmsman asked loudly, sticking his head out of the window.

Forced? No, that's not the right word. It should be said... according to plan. Everything is going according to the Pale Lady's plan.

"Full speed ahead! Ignore the Ionian ships!" Amystane drew her saber and gave the order. "Anyone who dares to obstruct us, ram them!"

"Yes!"

The helmsman straightened the rudder, then took out his weapon from the cabinet beside him, ready to fight at any moment.

With all the sails lowered, the warship gradually increased its speed to its maximum.

"Dragon Lizard Cavalry, prepare! Open the cage, put the ropes on!"

With a command from Amyst, all twenty giant iron cages on the warship were unlocked, and the ferocious dragon lizards simultaneously raised their necks and roared deafeningly.

The dragon lizard's roar was like a signal, and the nearby warships immediately began to get busy, raising their sails and opening their cages, instantly filling the air with the smell of war.

Amyst took one last look at the two-handled pottery jar in the cabin before mounting the dragon lizard.

This was destined to be a mission from which there was no return...

"For Noxus! For victory!" she shouted, raising her saber. The warship had finally reached a point less than a kilometer from the shore.

"For Noxus!"

The frenzied shouts grew louder and louder, and the warships drew ever closer to the shore.

When they were less than 200 meters away, the Ionians responded to their shouts with a rocket.

Then came more arrows.

"Kill them! Kill those Noxian scum!" the local rebel leader roared, grabbing his greatsword and charging forward.

The moment the Noxian warship's gangway was lowered, the two sides officially clashed.

From that moment on, shouts were mixed with roars, and roars were mixed with wails, the sound of metal clashing and bones cracking.

Amystine gripped the spurs tightly, and the dragon lizard beneath her immediately accelerated. She lowered her arm slightly, tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword, and with incredible speed, easily severed the head of an Ionian.

But when the blood splattered onto her still pretty face, the dragon lizard suddenly collapsed, and she fell heavily to the ground as well.

Amystine looked up and saw a tall, beautiful woman extending a hand to her.

Although she didn't recognize the woman's face, she recognized her attire: the twin dragons of Ionia coiled behind her head like a halo. Karma.

"Nice to meet you, Awakener. You are more beautiful than I imagined." Amys smiled openly, showing none of the fear that most people feel when facing death.

But Karma didn't want to waste words with her; divine rage erupted from within her and was released along her raised arm.

A pulsating green light shot towards Amystine, and although she reacted quickly enough, the energy still bound her arms.

"I really want to fight you... but unfortunately, time is running out."

Amystine gritted her teeth and swung her saber with all her might, spurting out warm blood instantly.

She cut off her own arm.

Karma was stunned for a moment, and before she could prepare to launch a second attack, her opponent had already covered his severed arm, mounted the dragon lizard, and ridden away.

"Dragon Lizard Regiment, charge!" Amystane shouted. "First Battle Group, delay the enemy! Dragon Lizard Regiment, charge!"

At the command, the battle situation suddenly became unpredictable.

The Noxian Marines' most elite Dragon Lizard Regiment retreated without a fight, with hundreds of dragon lizards fleeing desperately, leaving only a few hundred ordinary infantrymen surrounded by the Ionian resistance.

Karma stared at the black cloth on the dragon lizard's back, a sense of unease rising within her.

"Stop the dragon lizards!" After a moment's hesitation, she shouted while using magic to give the rebels a speed boost. "Don't let them cross the mountains!"

The rebels immediately changed their attack direction, and countless flaming arrows shot towards the hillside, instantly killing several dragon lizards.

As the dragon lizards fell to the ground, the black cloth on their backs also fell off, revealing the double-eared pottery jars hidden inside.

Streams of yellowish-green gas poured out of the broken pottery jar...

PS:

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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Day the Broken Sword Was Reforged

Mu Bai was awakened by a roar.

When he led the still-sleepy Syndra out of the room, Presidium was in complete chaos.

The rebels hastily assembled, lightly armed, and hundreds rushed to the eastern hillside to await their attack. About two kilometers below them, a dense swarm of dragon lizard cavalry charged forward like madmen.

Each dragon lizard had a ceramic jar strapped to its back, filled with a new weapon from an alchemist—a terrible poison gas that would kill anyone who touched it.

The gray sky looked like it was about to rain, and the dark clouds filled the rebels with fear.

"What happened?" Mu Bai turned his head and asked Irelia, who had changed into her combat suit.

"A surprise attack... their target wasn't the coastline, but Presidium..."

Irelia frowned, releasing all the shards of blade from her cloth bag, which then surrounded her soft, delicate body.

“Kalmar told me through telepathy that those jars contained poison gas… They wanted to take Presidium down with them!”

Upon hearing this, Mu Bai felt both anger and a hint of surprise.

This scene is all too familiar...

Rainy days, surprise attacks, poison gas, dragon lizards, hillsides... these are all signs of the legendary warrior's demise.

The same scene unfolded on the day the glorious Noxian knight was banished.

"Cunning creatures..." Irelia gritted her teeth, wishing she could rush down and fight those Noxians right away.

Once they climb the hillside and break the pottery jars, the poisonous gas will drift towards the low-lying Presidium rebel base, carried by the rain, causing incalculable casualties...

But the rebels couldn't rush down to intercept them now—the poison gas would kill them instantly.

We can only wait until the group of dragon lizard cavalry enters the range of their arrows and catapults before we can intercept them.

As Mu Bai watched the wisps of poisonous gas escaping from the cracks in the earthenware jar, he suddenly thought of a certain island nation. This filled him with rage.

“Miss Irelia, thank you for your hospitality these past few days.” He cracked his neck and slowly drew his longsword. “Let me help you with a little trouble today.”

"Huh?" The girl was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grabbed the other person. "No! That poison gas is extremely deadly. It's too dangerous to rush down now!"

"Poisonous gas travels on the wind, and I can control the wind."

Mu Bai smiled and turned to look at Syndra, who was standing to the side sulking:

"Could you please stay here and help with the stone-throwing?"

"Why should I?" Syndra puffed out her cheeks, clearly unhappy that the other person was talking to other women in front of her.

"Because only you can do it—your magical grasping ability is more precise and powerful than anyone else's."

"I don't want to help the Ionians."

"You're helping me. How about I make it up to you with a nice outfit after this is all sorted out?"

"……All right."

Syndra turned her head away indifferently, but Mu Bai still saw the slight smile on her lips.

The next moment, the beautiful, mature-looking dark mage raised her hands, and several dark spheres radiating terrifying energy appeared out of thin air.

Irelia still looked clueless about what was happening when Mu Bai had already rushed down the hillside.

"Mu—hey, wait for me!" After hesitating for a moment, she rushed down after him.

If Mu Bai truly has the ability to control the wind, then simply staying close to him will prevent one from being harmed by the poisonous gas.

Now that things had come to this, Irelia had no choice but to believe it.

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Riven sat in the carriage, staring at the Black Stone Runeblade in her hand. At her feet lay a pile of two-handled ceramic jars, each jolting making her uneasy—years of battle-hardened combat instincts told her these things were dangerous.

How useful would these things be on the battlefield? She didn't know; her orders were to escort another warband to Presidium.

To achieve their goal, the commander even ordered two incredibly rare dragon lizards to be used to pull the cart, something that had never been heard of before.

Just as Riven was speculating about the purpose of these pottery jars, a loud bang suddenly came from outside, followed by the carriage shaking violently, and the two dragon lizards pulling the carriage let out painful cries.

Peeking out, one could see a swordsman swiftly weaving through a group of dragon lizards, followed by a beautiful young woman.

The two attacked together, and almost every second a dragon lizard fell to the ground.

"Damn it..."

Riven raised an eyebrow, raised her greatsword, and leaped out of the carriage, rushing towards the two while trying to avoid the toxic gas.

The greatsword, wider than a kite shield, was wielded with ease in her hand. Runic energy, personally enchanted by the cabinet mage, erupted from the blade and struck the young man wielding the knife.

Based on her years of experience fighting on the battlefield, no one could withstand this terrifying shockwave.

But clearly, she underestimated the Wind-Controlling Sword Technique.

"Face the storm!"

Mu Bai swiftly unleashed two strikes. One strike summoned a wind barrier capable of blocking all flying projectiles, while the other strike created a sharp gust of wind.

He didn't even bother to look back at the shockwave.

This contemptuous act ignited Riven's anger. She unleashed the magic on her greatsword to shield herself from the scorching poisonous mist, and then charged forward at top speed.

The moment the greatsword clashed with the longsword, she felt a numbness in her hand.

And the swordsman finally turned around to look at her.