lol: Bind Syndra at the start

She desperately needs the approval of everyone who can be a help.

Ryan's mind flashed over Irelia's general experiences over the years.

With her status and qualifications, if she wanted, she could live a comfortable and even luxurious life even in this land that values ​​nature.

But from the scene of her wolfing down the beef slices and her already somewhat faded tights, Ryan caught a glimpse of her real life.

Some people have a strong flavor and don't need more salt.

And some people are just great, no need to say more.

Irelia is undoubtedly the latter.

"So, we need to shift our focus away from the Noxians at this stage and first resolve the internal problems of the resistance you lead. Then, we can extend our reach a little further and explore the Navoli Brotherhood..."

Ryan got straight to the point.

He was not a person who hesitated. After making up his mind to catch the big fish, he quickly got into the state.

Irelia suddenly turned her head and looked at Ryan.

When her ideal became a plan, she calmed down and noticed the subtle gloomy atmosphere around Ryan.

They are like a deep-sea whirlpool, constantly devouring the surrounding magical power.

However, this devouring is maintained at a low level and will not cause any impact on the surrounding environment in the short term.

But this power seems to interfere with my perception... Is this the evil dark magic?

Irelia's eyes narrowed slightly. She grew up listening to Syndra's stories, but had never been exposed to dark magic.

But she relaxed again the next second.

Yongen might have misjudged the person.

You may also make errors in judgment.

But the surrounding nature spirits don't.

From her perspective, every branch around her that swayed and responded to Ryan was a guarantee given to him by nature.

As a guardian, it is impossible for Irelia to question the object she protects.

"Let's deal with the spies in the resistance first!"

Irelia's tone became more serious.

"Spies are far more hateful than enemies." Ryan paused for a moment and turned back to explain, "I wasn't talking about you."

"Crash..."

"Do you have a list?" Ryan asked Irelia.

"No." The latter said firmly.

"So do you have a plan?" Ryan asked again.

"Yone said you have a kind of magic that can make people unable to distinguish between reality and illusion." There was anticipation in Irelia's eyes when she looked at Ryan.

"Okay, then let's..." Ryan stood up and suddenly thought of a phrase that was very suitable for the moment, "Let's dance!"

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Brothers, let's vote!

Chapter 79 War and Peace Are a Cycle

Many great deeds may be just the most ordinary encounters at the moment they happen.

Ryan was 'kidnapped' by Irelia, away from the central ridge that he had been traveling for several days to slowly approach.

But he knew it clearly in his heart.

Although his body was far away from the center of Ionia.

But spiritually we are closer.

Who would have thought that an "outsider" who had only been in Ionia for two years could directly influence the future direction of Ionia?

All I can say is that the real world is far more exciting than fiction.

Just as Ryan expected, the Blade Will's way of traveling was as ordinary (poor) as he was.

Not to mention a fancy and comfortable carriage, there wasn't even a pony.

Instead, two legs that were longer than those of ordinary people walked with elf-like grace and swiftness in the complex road conditions of Ionia.

But Ryan himself was not walking slowly.

He positioned himself as a magician, but the magicians and warriors in this world were not as clearly differentiated as in other Western fantasy worlds.

Look at Ryze, with those muscular bodies and shiny bald head, how can he look weak at all?

Even if he didn't use magic, he could still knock out many soldiers with the scroll behind him.

Ryan felt that even if Gandalf came here, he would be knocked unconscious by the scroll.

Moreover, this journey gave him a new understanding of dark magic.

In addition to giving oneself magical powers, it will also invisibly affect one's physical condition.

It's not as exaggerated as cleansing the tendons and marrow, but the final effect is not much different.

At least during this period of time, Lai En felt that his physical fitness was better than Irelia's.

After climbing half the hill in one breath, my waist and legs no longer hurt, and I even had enough energy to look at the surrounding scenery.

After two days of traveling through the lush green forest, the two finally arrived at Irelia's secret base.

In her words, this is the temporary base of the resistance.

But this base is not the same as the military base Ryan imagined.

There is no strict defense system.

There was no magical weapon that had fascinated him for so long.

The entire base seemed to be shrouded in an inextricable layer of sorrow.

At least from Ryan's point of view, this place looks more like a cemetery.

In other words, it is a cemetery.

Under the guidance of Irelia, Ryan came to a big tree with its back bent by lush branches and leaves amid countless curious, scrutinizing and resistant gazes.

He raised his head to look at the treetops that blocked out the sun, and then collected the seeds from the tree thieves further inside.

This 'child' has finally grown some leaves, and we can't dampen its enthusiasm now.

At the same time, Ryan, who was given a sharper perception than ordinary people by dark magic, was still observing his surroundings distractedly.

He could hear the complicated gazes slowly dissipating as his figure moved away, but what followed was a heavy rain of discussions.

This group of rebels seemed to have had a difficult time, and this tortuous experience made them deeply wary of any outsiders.

The dark magic characteristics of Ryan undoubtedly strengthened their vigilance.

A strange, gloomy young man did not seem to fit the image of a good person in their eyes.

But Ryan doesn't care about the talk.

When Irelia asked him to wait a moment, he turned and scanned them with the same scrutiny he had used on the group.

This kind of gaze is like some kind of silent machine. Wherever it sweeps, the sound there stops.

Aura is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it does exist.

A group of ordinary people can't help but get goose bumps all over their bodies when facing the gloomy gaze.

When all the discussions stopped, Ryan mouthed to them:

"I'll always be watching you..."

This group of people had no idea that their actions were going against Tiangang.

I was the one who was invited to examine them!

After memorizing several faces that still had resentful expressions and mentally listing them as key targets for scrutiny, Irelia in front happened to invite Ryan to go to the other side of the tree.

The tree is very big, and its trunk is almost three people wide.

When I walked over, I found an old woman leaning against a big tree.

Although he had never met her before, Ryan knew her identity.

In Irelia's brief backstory, she plays a very important role.

She has no magical powers and no special identity.

Perhaps her only advantage is that she has fully experienced the transformation of Ionia.

Such a person cannot provide any substantial help to Irelia.

But her words of comfort provide Irelia with a haven of rest.

And according to the background story, Irelia's family died in the first round of Noxian invasion.

The real identity of the grandma in the "Grandma said" that she often recites may not be her biological grandmother, but the old woman in front of her.

Ryan performed an ancient ritual he learned in Gouya Temple towards the old woman.

Not because she helped Irelia, just because of her age.

A smile appeared in the old woman's wrinkled brows. She looked at Ryan and said, "

"I haven't seen this pose in a long time."

The flames of war are not just what you can see.

There were also many invisible things that gradually disappeared in the diffuse black fog.

In Ryan's previous world, these things were called intangible cultural heritage.

Even in peacetime, such things would be stolen by shameless villains.

And those that cannot be stolen will be maliciously smeared with mud by some people.

"Perhaps before long, you'll see them become popular again."

"Oh, are you comforting me?" The old woman shook her head. "I'm not the kind of decadent old person who needs comfort."

"I know you're an optimist..."

Ryan looked under the old woman as he spoke.

The inconspicuous tombstone is engraved with the name of the old woman's son.

And this huge tree is the boundary.

Looking back, you can see densely packed tombstones like pebbles on the beach.

This is the base.

But it is also a tomb.

The burgeoning vitality and the lost life here seem to be intertwined in some way.

Ryan took a deep breath and said to the old woman:

"...But I'm not trying to comfort you. Many things in this world have a cycle, whether it's love or peace."

"Will you restore peace?" the old woman's expectations remained calm.

Perhaps she has heard countless people say this countless times in her life.

And their final fate...is most likely to turn into a grain of gravel here.

"I can't." Ryan shook his head. He knew his own limitations.

But he looked at Irelia and said in a firm tone: "But I think she can."

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Thanks to I'm just looking around, bored person_ae for the reward!