Arrelia stood on a slope outside the South City Gate, across a magnificent barrier. Compared with the shouting and killing outside the West City Gate, it was so quiet that it was nervous.

There was no trenches outside the southern city wall. Some of them were camps that once rebeled were divided outside the city wall. A fence surrounded this small part of the abandoned camp. The rebels who left the city to fight were guarded here.

Arrelia spread her hands and a dandelion emitting blue fluorescent light was revealed in her hands, a plant that could be seen everywhere on this land.

The dandelion was lifted by the invisible magic power that existed between heaven and earth. Her eyes followed her closely and saw the dandelion in her hand and other thousands of light spots flowing past the invisible magic river above the rebels.

Just like the heroic spirits of the victims, watching over them in heaven.

"All spirits are with us." Arrelia silently recited in her heart, then looked out from the stars and out of the arch to the south.

There, the Noxus soldiers wearing sharp edges had formed one array after another on the green plain several kilometers away, pressing towards Arriya and the others with heavy and firm steps.

The fog in the morning had not yet dissipated. On the banks of the rivers several kilometers behind Noxus, warships docked, emitting gray wolf smoke, polluting this land full of spirituality.

Arrilia's face turned cold and she no longer missed the scenery of her hometown. She resolutely walked down the slope, and the three light red ribbons wrapped around her wrist and tied around her hair swung as she walked.

The rebels who were waiting for her below watched her and retreated left and right to give her a way to charge.

"There is nothing to be afraid of, the warriors of Ionia, follow me to charge!"

Arrelia shouted, turned to running, rushed out of the arch, and she raised her right hand to her chest, allowing the blade of the world to fly behind her shoulders. The white-clothed rebels responded to her call, like a white wave flooding the green grassy plain.

The black square formation also launched a full-scale offensive under the shouts of Admiral Wood, and the soldiers waved their shields and axes to mock them.

A lion fights a rabbit, and also uses all his strength.

Without temptation or provocation, Noxus' side had already put all the bargaining chips at the beginning of the war.

The waves of black and white collided together, the rain of arrows shot volleys, the magic rose into the sky, the flower of blood bloomed on this land, and the smoke of gunpowder spread on the battlefield.

This is a confrontation between tens of thousands of people, and no one can control such a battlefield alone. Although the battlefield here is not as huge as the other side, it is even more bloody and cruel.

Now, both sides have their swords unsheathed, and the banshee of fate has come to the battlefield with a scream, and the goddess of victory is still swaying. The collision of steel and flesh, the struggle between magic and power, and the showdown between black and white. In the end, which side can become the final winner?

Arrelia rushed to the front of the army, and the resistance she led was like a sharp knife, stabbing into the Noxus army formation that was advancing together.

The Noxus soldiers swung their axe at her, and she roared, stepped on the enemy's shield, and jumped into the depths of the enemy's formation while dodging the axe.

Arella's dancing is no longer as soft as waves. Now she is the will of the raging waves! The wave of anger surges!

She swung her arms quickly to one side, her limbs full of strength and the blades behind her shoulders flew out with her movements, drawing an arc of death, and a Noxus soldier fell beside her.

She jumped, her legs swept across the other side like a whip. The half-arc of the moon drawn by the blade immediately turned into a full moon of death, and she slashed all the enemies who wanted to behead her.

Her battle dance efficiently harvested life in the Noxus array. The Noxus defensive front was strangled by Arrelia and cut a big gap. On the melee battlefield, the rebels were inspired by courage and turned into a turbid wave and slapped into the wounds of the enemy array.

The Blade of the Past Life has been defiled by the enemy's blood. Arrelia's bravery attracted the attention of the enemy. They immediately recognized that this was the sword-dance demon girl who cut off Svein's arm. A dozen soldiers immediately formed an arch and roared over to behead her and win herself supreme glory.

Arrelia, who was besieged, did not retreat but advanced. She turned around and rushed deeper into the enemy formation, bent her knees and squatted, recalling the flying blades to her side, forming an array to resist the deadly blades.

Then she spread her palms, bounced out her five fingers, and six blades flew forward together, stabbing the enemy's shield or armor. She bravely rushed into the enemy's siege, trying to disperse them!

"Ionia! High and immortal!"

After a moment of dead silence, several Noxus who were drawing swords in front of Arrilia were actually dispersed by six blades. Arrilia forced herself to break through the encirclement of a battle group!

Her steps never stopped. After dispersing a battle group, she came to the gap between the Noxus battle group organization.

Her eyes never stayed behind her for too long. When she looked straight ahead, she found a giant naked upper body and pale skin as a dead soul. She held a giant axe and bit a broken crown in her mouth. She brought a bloody red fire in her abdomen and rushed towards her unstoppable!

Arrelia bent her knees slightly, allowing the six blades to rotate in front of her to form a hexagonal defense array, ready to use them to resist this abominable giant.

But before her sword formation was formed, the giant had already rushed to her at the highest speed, and used her forearm thicker than her waist to lift her into the air!

Arrelia felt like she was hit head-on by a dragon lizard sprinting at full speed, and severe pain filled her whole body. She couldn't tell how many of her ribs had broken or not.

While Arella was swept away, six blades flipped in the air without any beauty and scattered all over the battlefield.

She fell to the ground, and the armor on her shoulder was bent due to the violent rolling. The softness of the grass helped her relieve some of the impact of falling to the ground. Finally, she lay on the ground and stopped rolling.

Dust wrapped around her face, Arella opened her eyes and slowly supported her upper body. She saw the corpses of Ionians all around her, only a few Noxus were mixed in it, and blood dripped on the tips of the grass, soaking the earth.

The remaining soldiers were still fighting desperately around these corpses, trying to cut off each other's heads, but the resistance army was obviously ineffective.

The difference between equipment and combat effectiveness was revealed in this moment of hand-to-hand combat, and it cannot be compensated by just courage. He who can fight the enemy bravely has fallen, and the balance of victory seems to be tilting towards Noxus.
Chapter completed!