She turned around and wanted to continue walking, but suddenly sneezed, and it was the cold wind that came out of the forest that attacked her.

"Bad dishes" The little girl rubbed her nose and cursed secretly, if she caught a cold, she would have to be kicked out of the room by her mother to sleep in the firewood room.

She sniffed, her brows suddenly furrowed.

The cold wind had a hint of sweetness.

like blood.

...

Sirik drew a dagger and walked towards Syndra.

The white-haired woman in the pool slept very peacefully and did not appear to be causing any harm.

But Sirik knew that she must die, and that her powers must not be awakened by the Noxians. Those arrogant fanatics arrogantly believe that everything can become their combat power, but they have no idea what they are facing.

The tip of the dagger hung over Syndra's throat.

"Wait, sister." A hand grabbed Xiric's wrist, but the dagger couldn't pierce it.

Sirik looked at his brother: "What do you want, Okin?"

Okin swallowed his saliva and said dryly, "Have you ever thought about a possibility?"

"What?" Cirick began to have a bad feeling.

"Syndra can be our strength," Orgin said. "The elders say she is strong, and she can help us take back Feilor."

Sirik's heart sank to the bottom.

She knew what the emotions were on her brother's face, and he, like the Noxians, was beginning to think he could control forces that were beyond his control.

"Have you forgotten the teachings of the elders!" Cirick urged sharply, "Syndra is not something we can order!"

"Of course I know we can't control her." O'Kin was agitated, "but she's Ionian too! Our countryman! She wakes up to see her home being invaded by Noxians and might help We kill them!"

Sirik felt like he was about to catch his breath, when did her brother become so stupid.

A third Unsolicited came up to Sirick at this time, and it was evident from his face that he too supported Orkin.

It was only then that Hiric realized how obsessed her companions were with taking back their homeland, so deep that they could no longer keep their senses.

Hiric was about to say something, but the three of them looked in the direction of the entrance to the temple at the same time.

A burly male lion, Vastaya, stood there, his claws were furious, and claws like a machete protruded from his fingers.

The bodies of the three unsolicited men tensed instantly, and they knew that they were now facing a vastaya.

Karan moved.

His movements were so fast that it was difficult for human eyes to catch them, but the Unsuspected were all martial artists who had been practicing for many years, and their fighting experience accumulated over the years made them respond.

Arkin let go of Cyric's hand, and the blade was in front of him, colliding directly with the claws.

But Orkin got it, Karan was targeting another person, and the third Innocent had wide-eyed, wondering how Karan had gone around behind him and pierced his chest.

Cirick quickly took out a bag of hemp powder from his waist, which she specially prepared for Karan. The powder bag fell on the face of the lion. The pungent smell for cats made Karan shout out. , staggered back a few steps.

Sirik seized the opportunity and stabbed the woman in the pool with the dagger in his hand, but was stopped by Orkin.

"Can't kill her!" Ao Jin's voice was very high, "She is our hope!"

"She is not anyone's hope!" Cirick was almost desperate for his brother.

"Hahahahahaha!" Karan rubbed his eyes, rubbing blood and tears, making half of his burnt face even more terrifying, "You humans are so ridiculous that you are actually fighting infighting."

Orgin said angrily: "What right do you have, a lackey of Noxus! If you hadn't joined the enemy in Presidian, how could Ionia lose!"

"Hahahaha!" Karan laughed happily, "There has never been Ionia, human beings. This is just a name you chose without authorization. It gives you the illusion that you are actually a group. In fact, you have never been united. The cultures of thousands of mortals have never been united."

Karan flicked his claws, and the blood on his hands splattered on the ground: "Even if I don't join the enemy, you can't win."

"We will win!" Aojin said firmly, "You will definitely lose!"

"Win or lose" The smile on Karan's face disappeared, his back arched high again, ready to sprint for the second time, "Never win or lose, boy, this war will never end."

Orkin could no longer restrain the urge to kill the Ionian traitor, he threw a few hidden weapons at Karan, and the martial arts that he had trained hard were for this moment.

Karan's speed was fast, but there were still a few hidden weapons inserted into his body.

But Karan didn't care, he was a Vastaya, and his physique was far from that of a human being, and an attack that didn't hit the vital point meant nothing to him except for multiple scars.

Hiric turned around quickly. She knew that Karan had killed her brother, but she did not help. Despite her heartache, her duty and mission still drove her to give up her relatives and do what she should do.

The dagger stabbed for the third time.

...

"What the **** is this?" Lothar hid outside the temple, peeping at what was happening inside.

Karan fought with several intruders. Although their conversation fell into Lothar's ears, Lothar had just learned Ionian, and these people spoke with a heavy accent. Sa understands nothing but a few sporadic words such as "war", "betrayal" and "solidarity".

Even now that Lothar came forward, he didn't know what he should do, so he just avoided and waited.

Most of Lothar's attention was in that pool.

The white-haired woman in the pool was very beautiful. I wonder if it was because of the same hair color as his beloved wife in Freljord. Lothar had a good first impression of her.

"This woman seems to be the purpose of these intruders. What do they want to do to kill her, but these intruders seem to disagree, and Karan also cares about this woman..." Rosa thought.

What made him most curious was why this woman was sleeping here.

The battle in the temple became fierce, and one of the intruders stabbed the woman in the pool with a blade.

Whether it was instinct or a whim, Lothar took the shot.

He didn't use the ice crystal flying knife to condense the water out of thin air, and then the preparation time to condense it into ice was a little long, and it was too late.

So Lothar used a quicker method, the blood spurted out of his fingertips and instantly clotted.

A blood-ice flying knife flew out and flew past Karan's armpit at a tricky angle, shooting down the dagger in the hands of the intruder.

The blood ice flying knife fell into the pool water.

...

The little girl carefully felt the cold and **** aura. They didn't seem to belong to this world, they were unfamiliar, but they made her want to touch them.

She heard the sound of metal fighting in her ears, and it seemed that someone was fighting nearby.

No, not near, but very near.

"No, I shouldn't care about this. I should go to Lingliu's place now and cry that my mother and brother are not good to me, and then those bad boys will come and throw stones at me..."

The little girl was suddenly stunned: "Why do I know what happened next?"

She has no ability to meet the future, so there is only one possibility left.

She has been through this countless times.

This is a dream.

Anger and resentment immediately occupied the whole heart of the little girl, and dark matter poured out of her eyes.

She is going to wake up.

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Ionia is dotted with many villages and towns with different cultures.

Most of these villages and towns rely on the sects or monasteries to practice martial arts. Because the Ionians do not like disputes, some villages and towns are even completely unprotected by armed forces. Ionia is blessed with abundant natural resources, so that these villages and towns basically live a self-sufficient life, and there is very little communication with each other, only simple trade.

The absence of any large authoritative political institutions makes Ionia hardly a country.

--Excerpt from "Ezreal: Ionia's Travels Chapter 1: Territorial Composition"

Chapter 184 Syndra

As the blood ice flying knife fell into the pool with a thud, the white-haired woman opened her eyes.

The roots of the tree wrapped around her tightened violently, as if trying to pull her to the bottom of the pool, but it was too late.

The black torrent burst from the woman's body, pushing everyone present away, as if a heavy hammer slammed on them.

Lothar, who was furthest away, was least affected, but was also knocked back a few steps.

The temple was torn apart by the black torrent, and large swathes of bricks and rubble collapsed and turned into ruins.

Lothar was surprised to feel this strange magic wave. He didn't know what kind of magic it was, and it didn't match any magic school he had read in the books, but the terrifying power was real. . So far, Lothar has only experienced such exaggerated magical powers in very few beings.

Completely surpasses the power of secular mages.

Another black impact blew away the smoke and dust floating on the ruins. The white-haired woman was suspended, standing barefoot in the air, her eyes emitting thick purple-black magic power, and the expression on her face was full of disgust.

She threw off the entanglement of the tree roots, and the pool water fell from her body, making ripples in the pool.

Sirik struggled to climb out of the rubble, looking at Syndra in horror, she failed, she awakened the one who could never wake up.

Okin's leg was crushed by a large rock, but he focused more on the white-haired woman than on the pain, and his face was fascinated by her strength.

The collapse of the temple had no effect on Karan at all. Vastaya stood unharmed, but he slowly took a few steps back in fear, his lips were everted, and the yellow cat pupils kept shrinking.

The change of the white-haired woman is not over yet, one, two, three. Three black darkest orbs appeared beside her, revolving around her. These orbs contain immeasurable magic, they rob the sky of starlight, and the night becomes darker.

Black flames ignited from her body, and the white clothes turned into black attire under the burning of the flames. A crown appeared on top of her head, and the darkness gave it life, making it grow a pair of curved sharp horns. A darkest gem was set in the center of the crown, and black flames continued to burn.

The white-haired woman glanced around in front of her eyes. She stretched out her hand, and a dark radiation shot at Xiric, grabbed her neck from the air, and lifted her into the air.

"I recognize your breath." The white-haired woman said, her voice full of majesty and vicissitudes, like a supreme existence, "You used to be my jailer."

"Strange...monster..." Cirick scolded hard, foaming at the mouth.

The white-haired woman released her hand a little, allowing Hiric to breathe: "How long have I been locked up?"

"Cough...cough..." Cirick smiled miserably, "For decades, we should have killed you in the first place! Syndra!"

Xirik regretted it as soon as he finished saying this. She felt Syndra's hatred, and it stabbed into her chest like a knife, making her unable to speak.

With a wave of Syndra's hand, Sirik was thrown far away like a rag, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead.

"Wait! Syndra!" Orgin hurriedly said when he saw Syndra turn his eyes to himself, "We are Ionians! We are your compatriots!"

A look of confusion appeared on "Compatriot" Syndra's face.

"Yes! We are all children of Ionia!" said Orgin eagerly, "but the Noxians have attacked our lands! They have slaughtered our people! They have taken Feilor, and you should be able to Hear the land cry! You must help us, Syndra! Help us drive the Noxians away!"

Syndra laughed suddenly.

Her smile was beautiful, but it was very penetrating in Okin's eyes.

"You're right, I'm an Ionian, that's true." Syndra slowly floated up to Orgin, "but all the pain and injustice I've been through is all thanks to my fellow citizens. ."

There was a ruthless flame in her eyes: "I don't know any Noxians, but if they did slaughter my people, I would be very, very grateful to them."

Orgin collapsed and knelt on the spot. Only now did he realize how stupid he was. If Syndra had been so easy to persuade, the elders of Feilor would not have sealed her decades ago. .

Syndra raised her hand gently, and a darkest orb floating around her floated into her hand: "Who allowed you to do it without authorization."

Syndra said these words not to Orkin, but to the people behind her.

Karan was firmly trapped by the dark chain extending from the orb. His sharp claws were only a little distance from Syndra's back, but at this time he could no longer move. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break it. Unlock the magic wrapped around him.

Syndra turned and looked directly into Karan's yellow eyes: "I know you, you are another jailer, I felt you in my dreams."

Syndra held it with one hand, the jet-black chain slammed into Karan's flesh, and a large amount of blood spurted out. For the first time, this strong Vastaya knelt on the ground weakly.

"You monster!" Karan growled, "Kill me if you have the seeds!"

Syndra flicked her finger lightly, and Orkin, who had lost her fighting spirit, was thrown away by her. On the other side of the Dreaming Pool, the roots of the ancient tree spread out, and it seemed that she was going to recapture Syndra.

"I won't kill you." Syndra shot black radiation from her hand, grabbed Karan, and threw it to the root of the tree.

The root of the tree completely bound the male lion and brought it back to the fantasy pool.

"It's your dream, jailer." Syndra happily watched Karan sinking helplessly into the pool with a thud of the blood-ice flying knife, and the white-haired woman opened her eyes.

The roots of the tree wrapped around her tightened violently, as if trying to pull her to the bottom of the pool, but it was too late.

The black torrent burst from the woman's body, pushing everyone present away, as if a heavy hammer slammed on them.

Lothar, who was furthest away, was least affected, but was also knocked back a few steps.

The temple was torn apart by the black torrent, and large swathes of bricks and rubble collapsed and turned into ruins.

Lothar was surprised to feel this strange magic wave. He didn't know what kind of magic it was, and it didn't match any magic school he had read in the books, but the terrifying power was real. . So far, Lothar has only experienced such exaggerated magical powers in very few beings.

Completely surpasses the power of secular mages.