"I'm sure you can understand my words." The veteran looked straight at Riven with a burning look until a slight shaking appeared in front of the latter's eyes.

"Yes, sir, Noxus is my hometown." Riven lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at him with her eyes anymore, and answered in Noxus's official words.

The tone was a little awkward, she hadn't spoken hometown dialect for several years.

The veteran was surrounded by dense light armored cavalry, with a number of nearly one thousand.

It was obvious that this was just a vanguard force, coming to clear obstacles for the army behind.

Although these cavalry have a unified standard light armor, they do not have a unified standard armor. Some cavalry carry crossbows, some hold battle axes and swords, and some hold staffs, but they have very few.

These are weapons they each have their own expertise, and Noxus encourages and accepts the talents of the soldiers, rather than forcing them to adopt specific means of war, and even within the Legion of the Trifali, there is little consistency in the ranks.

For example, Riven once had a unique rune broadsword as the chief swordsman of Noxus, which was a magic weapon given by the previous emperor Duckwell and enchanted by Ms. Pale.

Although, that sword has now become a past event that she doesn't want to remember again, and it has been completely covered with her faith in the motherland.

The war horse in front of her sniffed, and the fierce airflow blew Riven's hair, pulling her back from her memories.

When she saw the Noxus in front of her, she realized that some things she could not escape.

"I have always seen people very accurately. What is your name?" the veteran asked.

"Sir, my name is Riven." Just now, Riven had made up her mind to stop escaping, so she answered truthfully.

"Call me General Cyrus. I could see your extraordinaryness at a glance, so I stood here to talk to you." Cyrus got off the horse and looked at Riven closer.

Riven took a last look at Huabian. The opportunity came, but reason told her not to act rashly. The two cavalrymen around him brought crossbows and aimed at her. She would be shot and killed immediately before she could turn Sellers into a hostage.

Cyrus looked at Riven, and Riven also looked at Cyrus, and she saw more details about the veteran.

Because it is no longer a look upward, Riven saw the scar on Sellers' forehead this time, which involves some of her memories and makes her remember some information about the general...

This veteran has a high status in the empire, because the two brothers Drayus and Draven were recruited into the army by him, and now they have achieved great achievements in the military. The older brother became the hand of Noxus and the younger brother became the glorious executioner. Therefore, General Cyrus also became the recognized "Bo Le" of the empire because of this pair of extremely accurate eyes.

In addition, the veteran's personality is also a relatively open-minded person.

Twenty-three years ago, he led the team to join the team and surrender, Besilico, the hometown of Drayus, was assassinated by Draven, who was still a naughty child at the time. However, he went around them. It was this kind of good deed that earned the two brothers' future loyalty to the empire.

To this day, he is still the object of respect for the two brothers.

Today, he used his keen eyes to discover Riven's extraordinaryness, and then ordered the cavalry regiment to stop advancing and dismount and talk to him. If it were another Ionian who was not afraid of death and wanted to block the way, he might have been trampled by the horse's hooves long ago.

"You have served in the army, right?" Sellers turned around Riven twice, and immediately discovered how her strong body was developed. There is still a certain difference between practicing martial arts and farming, such as the sharpness that cannot be concealed in Riven's eyes.

Even if a good knife has been buried in the soil for many years, it still cannot cover up the fact that it is a good knife.

"Yes." Riven didn't want to mention that past story anymore, and could not resist Sellers' question, so she could only answer him to the minimum.

"Well, is there any idea to get back into the army?" said Cyrus.

"You...what did you say?" Sellers' sudden win over surprised and frightened Riven: "I heard it right?"

"Yes, I'm inviting you back to the army." Cyrus said with a smile. He likes to discover talents, and Noxus originally implemented a policy of not asking where the source is, and they put human abilities first.

Silas saw that Riven was not weak, at least she could easily defeat him, just using this plow blade of the cultivated land.

"I am a deserter, but I am not worthy of fighting for the great Noxus anymore." Riven lowered her head and her eyes dimmed.

"I see you skillfully plowing the land and you know that you have been in Ionia for at least several years. As long as you are willing to return to Noxus and report what you have learned over the years, you can go from a shameful deserter to a lone scout and regain glory."

Sellers stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Riven quietly, giving her enough time to think.

He has seen such a fierce psychological struggle many times. Every time he leads his army to capture cities for Noxus, the people there will be deeply distressed to surrender or resist, just like Riven in front of him.

Noxus is expanding and defeating neighboring cultures and city-states, and it provides a choice for conquered nations; either swear allegiance to Noxus and evaluate you only by your value, or be destroyed. This is not an excuse or a trick;

The Noxus are faithful, and many people, after converting to the lifestyle of their conquerors, found that their future was greatly improved, but those who refused to bow their knees were ruthlessly crushed.

So sometimes, surrendering to Noxus can bring great benefits to itself, and while avoiding destruction, you can also enjoy the protection of the Imperial Army. Noxus' cultural inclusion will also preserve the traditions of the place.

However, how to decide, the ruler in everyone's heart is ultimately the ruler.

The plowing ox behind him screamed, as if asking Riven why she had been lazy for so long this time?

It didn't know how fierce ideological struggle was in Riven's heart at this time, and she would never be able to understand it.

On the one hand, the motherland and supreme glory that made her disappointed once, and on the other hand, the second hometown she loved and the relatives who were about to welcome the war; choosing a motherland is to help these executioners harm their relatives, and choosing a family will bring the infamy of a traitor.

This choice is too difficult.

"Deda! You Noxus, don't think of hurting my daughter!"
Chapter completed!