lol: Bind Syndra at the start

The stuffy and humid air turned the whole world into a big steamer, making even the simplest breathing more difficult.

In the cemetery at night, orange-yellow firewood burned, and the crackling sound of burning branches suppressed the chirping of cicadas in the distance.

Ionians do not cut down living branches to get wood for their fires.

They would search for dead, dry branches and leaves in the woods, purify their bodies with fire, and finally let their lives return to the embrace of nature.

This is the life of the branches and leaves, and also the life of the rebels.

Whenever the bonfire was lit, the rebels could feel the heaviness and responsibility from the sound of branches breaking.

There is no need to emphasize or restrict anything.

When they saw the fire core light up, every rebel would reflexively stand in their position, silently waiting for the next meeting.

Irelia stepped onto the slightly higher mound.

There is no conference room here, let alone an exquisite podium.

All they had was a primeval forest and countless tombstones.

Irelia's eyes revealed a heavy look under the deep yellow light.

She scanned the faces of everyone in front of her with her eyes.

This silent glance undoubtedly put pressure on many people below.

Although she is still young, she might be an ordinary female college student who has just graduated in Piltover, and she might have just been promoted to team leader in Noxus.

But everyone here knows her fame, and the blood and hardship hidden beneath it.

Irelia took everyone's reactions into account, and her gaze, like a razor, softened as it reached the last person.

The old woman still had a kind smile on her face. Her legs were not in good condition, so she always sat at the back of the table in every meeting.

But Irelia knew it was just an 'excuse'.

The old woman once said that she would keep an eye on everyone's back for her.

After all, many small actions start from behind...

After all, not many people would be wary of a poor old woman who had lost her son.

After the "Attention Ceremony", Irelia began to talk about the future development direction.

Meetings have been associated with boredom since their inception, but they are indeed indispensable to the development of any organization.

Even an Ionian cattle boy knows that healthy vegetables often don't taste good.

The start of a meeting is a signal.

Ryan, standing behind a thick tree trunk, revealed half of his body.

Gloomy dark magic spread from his body, like invisible demon tentacles, slowly clinging to the rebels who were focusing their attention on the meeting.

Ryan couldn't see himself from a third-person perspective, but he didn't need one at this moment.

He could imagine what he looked like now with his toes.

The gloomy atmosphere and negative energy attached to dark magic are like a flag with the words "I am a villain" engraved on it.

Fortunately, he also possesses outstanding appearance and temperament, these two things make people want to understand his inner thoughts before expressing disgust and fear.

If he looked like a troll or the "everyone loves" Rek'Sai, he would most likely be directly classified as a villain.

The framework of the painting realm was basically set up last night, and it only needed dark magic as a trigger to activate it.

Ryan pulled a note from his pocket.

After learning about his and Irelia's plan, the old woman temporarily handed him the paper.

There are more than a dozen names on the paper that can be focused on.

But the old woman obviously overlooked one point.

That's because I just arrived and have no way of comparing these names with those of strangers.

Fortunately, I told Irelia in advance...

Ryan looked towards the meeting ahead.

Irelia is manipulating the crowd's positions under the guise of reshuffling the team.

According to the classification method they agreed upon...

The front column is the list of key areas of focus given by the old woman.

The second column is for special people like magicians or repairers who possess various strange powers;

The last column is for ordinary people.

Some people seemed to notice something, especially those standing in the first row.

People who are guilty are often particularly sensitive to changes in their surroundings.

Even if it wasn't directed at them, they would still imagine it themselves, not to mention... Ryan had provoked them when he first arrived.

But that's the effect Ryan wanted.

They are hesitating;

They are in panic;

They are uneasy.

But they couldn't just leave on this occasion.

When they are driven to a trance by their own emotions, no one can keep their secrets from the temptation of dark magic...

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Chapter 82 Traitor Reaper

Irelia's voice gradually became lower and lower until it finally disappeared completely.

She looked at the rows of people standing in front of her. They were still standing, and some even had their eyes open, but they were no longer here.

She could sense that this group of people were now like empty shells, their souls having gone to another place.

Ryan appeared behind the slope at the right time, but he did not stand on it because he did not think that as an "outsider", he was qualified to stand in that position.

Irelia sincerely invited Ryan last night, hoping that he could join the resistance and do something for the people here and those beyond.

But this request was declined by Llane, as he was indeed "born" in Ionia.

In terms of identity, he also considers himself an Ionian.

But his soul belongs to another world, and his future belongs to the entire Runeverse.

A righteous soul should not be confined to Ionia.

The light of dark magic will inevitably spread to the entire world in his hands.

In response to Ryan's words, Irelia found a "flaw" in Ryan's titles. She asked Ryan why he joined the Gouya Temple and became friends with the Yufeng Sword Sect.

Ryan's response was that they acted on their own initiative.

This answer made Irelia think deeply.

Ryan felt that the other party had some inappropriate thoughts.

But based on the principle that it is impossible to draw conclusions early about things that have not happened yet, he finally focused his energy on the present.

"The plan was successful. These mages are not as powerful as I thought."

Ryan said politely.

In fact, these mages were not even one tenth as powerful as he imagined, so he didn't even need to enter the world in the painting to make real-time adjustments. He only needed to set up an operating rule to get out.

Ryan found that he always remained cautious due to his lack of knowledge about the outside world.

But facts always make him realize that his caution is unnecessary.

His own strength is so terrifying in front of most of the natives!

The gap between them even made the natives unable to even say the phrase "Thirty years east of the Peart River, thirty years west of the Peart River".

“What are they going through right now?”

Irelia looked at the people below.

Magicians always possess abilities that others cannot imagine.

And Lion's ability gave Irelia a sense of voyeurism that allowed her to glimpse the future.

"These two groups of people..." Ryan pointed to the large group of ordinary people and some magicians, "They will see in another world that the entire Ionia slowly turns to evil under the guidance of the Navoli brothers. In this process, they will probably face three to five difficult decisions."

He had never been a teacher in his previous life.

But I was a student.

With a little bit of substitution, you can know how to make them feel worse.

Irelia went to see Ryan mainly to find the traitor within.

Ryan felt that since he had already done everything, he might as well do more.

A simple test of good or bad cannot reflect your level and strength.

He wanted to set more choices during the test to see what level they were at.

Although it is somewhat inhumane to use this method to test cadres, every cadre who can withstand the test is a treasure.

Ryan will tell Irelia based on the number of times these people have been successfully tested that for those with stronger wills, they will have more room to display their skills in the future.

As for those who give up when they encounter a little difficulty, we should not give up, but we should definitely not entrust them with important tasks.

"As for this batch..."

Ryan looked at the other group of people.

This is the person circled by the old woman.

It cannot be said that everyone is a traitor, but at least from what Ryan knows now, no one is innocent.

What they experienced in the painting world was more cruel, but only cruelty could filter out the truth.

This group of people either colluded with other members of the Brotherhood or had their own plans. One of them even secretly defected to Noxus.

After telling Irelia what he had seen in the painting, the young leader frowned.

She had long known and accepted the fact that there were Brotherhood spies in the resistance.

It is natural that some people have their own little thoughts. Even without the war in Noxus, this land is not completely peaceful.

What really surprised her and made her feel difficult was that the Noxians had actually reached here.

"Those teams might be bait they use to divert our attention."

Irelia analyzed, "I think Noxus has a more sinister plot."

It seems that Yongen didn't reveal too much information in the letter...

"Those teams were indeed bait."

Ryan said he had a witness.

The Noxians couldn't have traveled so far just to stir up trouble in Ionia.

"Did the Noxian named Riven tell you?"

"Yes."

"Can her words be trusted?"

"Totally believable. Her brain can't fool me."

Ryan was extremely sure of this. After all, the man's ahoge was so long, how could he be a smart person?

The only time I played tricks on myself, I ended up being fooled by myself and ended up calling myself "master" for so long in vain.

Irelia fell into deep thought.

War is not just blood and fire, fighting and shouting.