lol: Bind Syndra at the start

Before coming to Ionia, she used the Black Rose's channels to learn about Syndra's deeds.

It stands to reason that she would be trapped in the ruined Dream Pond forever.

but......

Why can she come out!

Ms. Black Rose panicked. Being good at observing people's expressions, she had seen the look Ryan gave Sindra.

It was a look that was very common between lovers.

Therefore, she boldly inferred that these two dark masters had a close relationship that was unknown to the outside world.

This news should not have caused her any panic.

But Ms. Black Rose suddenly realized where she was and what she had done in the Dream Pool before.

At that time, she still hoped to leave a dark seed back with her, so her words and actions seemed a little frivolous.

If Sindra could wake up, it would mean she could see what she had done.

Ms. Black Rose, who treated the confiscation of property and the extermination of families as commonplace, suddenly felt guilty as if she had sneaked into a noble mansion at night, walked out of the owner's room, and suddenly met the mistress of the mansion.

If the other party is an ordinary person or a noble.

She could have brought up the matter in front of the hostess as a diversion, and then left while the other party was angry but unable to speak.

But when the object becomes Sindra.

Ms. Black Rose knew she had only one choice.

She raised her hand to dispel the golden magic around her, keeping a low profile.

But at a certain moment.

She suddenly felt a gaze.

She subconsciously raised her head, and her eyesight, far superior to that of an ordinary person, allowed her to focus her gaze on a pair of purple eyes.

On this vast battlefield, under the cover of the surging Noxian Legion, Syndra still caught sight of Lady Black Rose in an instant.

......

......

the other side.

When Ryan finished expressing his thoughts, there was no response from Sindra.

He knew that for some people who had suffered psychological trauma, familiar "things" would cause them secondary trauma once they appeared in their world.

Therefore, even if Syndra's decision does not seem just.

But justice is like a flexible pulley to Ryan.

Its presence is important, but it can slide when necessary, a quality that allows it to remain effective at all times.

After all, from a practical perspective, this place no longer belongs to Ionia.

The Noxians spent years turning this place into a military fortress.

The once lush trees are now in ruins. Most of the suitable wood has been made into war equipment, and the remaining "old, weak and sick" are constantly being tortured by the Noxians.

Thorns and mosses have become another 'master' here, and they often carry a dirty and turbid smell, and even tree thieves will feel unlucky when seeing them.

Therefore, it is not excessive to let the island sink.

This behavior is even considered a righteous act against the Noxians!

He turned his head in confusion and found that the other person was looking down at something in a trance.

"What are you looking at?"

Ryan followed Syndra's gaze, but saw only the Noxians running around in panic.

When the cliff and the temple rose together, they had already given up the idea of ​​confrontation.

This strange power was something they had never encountered before. If the calls around them and the tremors of the ground were not so clear, most people would probably think they were dreaming.

Sindra withdrew her gaze, and then swept a strange look over Ryan again.

"Let's start." she said softly.

"it is good......"

Ryan calmed his mind.

This time he did not restrict the output of dark power, and the dark pearl on the crown began to shine.

The huge influx of gloomy atmosphere directly caused a change in the weather. The sky, which was clearly still bright, suddenly fell into darkness.

The oppressive atmosphere made every Noxian who was still fleeing feel as if their neck was being strangled by some force.

And as the most agile figure in the fleeing crowd...

When Ms. Black Rose looked up at the sky again, she only saw endless darkness, like a dome slowly falling.

A kind of gravity appeared in every inch of space in Philol, and she saw her hair floating up.

And this is just the beginning...

Huge roars suddenly arose from all directions, like the last wail of the island.

trees;

stone;

ground......

Ms. Black Rose's good eyesight allowed her to see that the steel fortress that the Noxians had spent years building was now being torn apart by some force, just like a sand castle casually built by children on the beach.

The alloy-melted city wall was torn into two during the deformation, and then they were sucked into the dark dome high in the sky along with other things by the invisible gravity.

As she herself floated up, she saw deeper into the dark dome.

Everything will be annihilated by darkness at a certain height.

The only thing that could still maintain its form was the huge tree with sealing power.

The next moment...Ms. Black Rose's figure turned into countless points of light.

One of the light spots ignored space and flew to another corner of the world.

At the same time, Syndra looked up at the trees that sealed her.

She thought she would be angry and resentful...

But feeling the warmth of his palm, she finally just gently turned her gaze towards the sea and said, "It's time for you to go to sleep now."

'Buzz'

The moment the words fell.

The dome of darkness collapsed.

Chapter 315 Subsequent Turbulence

Ionia lost an island.

No one knows where or by whom this news was passed on.

They are like willow catkins in spring, covering every street in an instant.

Bards and tavern explorers, seeking gold and liquor, added a personal touch to it with their own cognitive structures.

This kind of Spring and Autumn style of writing is like a breeze that never stops, making the already fermenting public opinion boil over again.

Most Ionians have no idea what is going on. They work all day and spend their free time coexisting with nature.

Our understanding of the outside world and our access to information come almost entirely from these rumors and stories.

So the last news they heard was that the Noxians were targeting the Ionians again.

The last news I heard was that the civil strife within the Navoli Brotherhood and the Noxians almost destroyed the mysterious and powerful Wuji Sword Village.

Combined with the news he heard this time, even the dumbest and lazy man in the village could smell some kind of danger and uneasiness.

Even if they didn't know which island sank to the bottom of the sea, it didn't matter to them. It was enough to know that the island belonged to Ionia.

These news have triggered complex negative emotions such as panic and anxiety.

At this special and critical time point, this emotion will prevent the villagers from calmly facing the upcoming harvest season.

Ionia is different from other places. Only a few towns here trade with the outside world.

Most regions are still self-sufficient, so if there is a problem during the harvest season, it will shake the foundation of Ionia.

......

Outside the Palace of Eternal Life.

Somewhere at the foot of a quiet mountain.

More than a hundred tents of various sizes spread out along the foot of the mountain, looking like a colorful light strip at night.

The chirping of insects one after another adds a touch of vitality to the quiet night.

Irelia was sitting in a tent, the dim light emitted by the lantern bugs illuminating her profile.

There were several other figures in the tent.

The person closest to Irelia is Carlo.

He leaned on a cane, his pale hair and beard filled with worry. "We have to think of a way... It's useless to ask those sword sects for help in this matter. They only deal with their long swords..."

"I don't know what happened. Why did an island sink out of nowhere? What are those Noxians doing? What do they gain by sinking an island?"

"Maybe it's just to scare us..." another person echoed.

Then several other people joined the discussion. They were all the current "high-level" members of the Brotherhood.

But after much discussion, they lacked key information and ultimately had no choice but to turn their attention to Irelia.

Carlo frowned, and amid the encouraging gazes of the others, he walked towards Irelia, patted her shoulder, and asked with concern, "Are you okay? Are you too tired? Do you need a rest?"

"Ok?"

Irelia came back to her senses and comforted him, "I'm fine."

But then she frowned again.

As the only one who knew the truth, she was now somewhat helpless about the outcome.

The moment Llane and Syndra sank Fae'lor into the sea, Karma, who was far away in the Palace of Eternity, sensed the situation there.

Then... the always amiable Apocalypse revealed a majestic face in front of Irelia.

Countless memories and wills are superimposed deep within her soul, making her seem like the embodiment of authority.

That face gave Irelia a strange feeling in her heart.

The person standing in front of her was still 'Karma', but this was no longer the Karma she was familiar with.

This Karma told Irelia that they were willing to "cooperate" with Lion because she regarded the darkness as half of her own people, and she placed the opportunity to reverse Ionia's decline on Lion.

Ryan's performance was impeccable until he let the island sink.

But letting Philol sink gives this conclusion another perspective.

Neither the Noxian invasion nor more ancient disasters have reduced the size of Ionia.

Some people believe that Lion's actions have disrupted the overall harmony of Ionia.

But faced with this pressure, Irelia did not back down.

She stood firmly on Ryan's side and argued for her rights.

First, Irelia refuted the other party's "land area" statement. The reason why Ionia has existed for thousands of years is not because of the land, but because of the endless reproduction and growth of the Ionian people.

No matter what Llane did in Fae'lor, it is certain that it had long been built by the Noxians into an outpost for invading Ionia.

In a sense, when Noxus occupied it, it became Noxian territory.

The Battle of Navoli, coupled with the sinking of Faelor, meant that most of the Noxian forces in Ionia had been destroyed.

This significance is far more important than the destruction of Fëlor by Noxus, because the destruction of the main fighting force of the Noxians means that Ionia has avoided a full-scale war.

And avoiding war would save Ionia thousands of deaths.