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This is a huge temple, composed of all sorts of buildings.

For some reason, there were no priests or monks in charge of managing the temple.

On the contrary, it seems to have been deserted for a long time.

From a distance, the temple's tall walls were covered with withered and decaying vines, and beneath the withered vines were cracks that emitted a jet-black luster.

I don't know if it's mold or something else.

—The Temple of Pallas!

A place symbolizing misfortune and death!

Opening the Temple of Pallas will unleash death and misfortune!

This is a legend that has been passed down among the people of Galin Province.

Even at this critical moment, no one is willing to break this taboo.

The boats on the shore had limited capacity, so only women and children could go first.

Most of the people on the shore were quietly awaiting their fate.

However, not everyone is like that; there are always some who dare to challenge fate.

...........

A fierce battle is currently taking place in the dense forest 20 kilometers south of the coast.

Taking advantage of the forest's terrain, hundreds of Galin Rangers are holding off Noxian pursuers.

"Whoosh!!!"

"Pfft!"

A cold arrow, emitting a sharp hum, pierced the soldier's body through a weak spot in his armor.

The next moment, the soldier fell to the ground and fell silent.

The soldier was standing next to his squad members, who were all shocked by what they saw.

"Enemy attack!"

"Get out of the way!!!"

The squad leader roared and then quickly ducked down and crawled behind a towering tree.

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The other team members followed suit and quickly hid.

"Whoosh whoosh!!!"

The next moment, a rain of arrows descended from the sky.

The arrows seemed to come from all directions, rendering the soldiers' hiding completely ineffective.

"Pfft!!!"

Among these arrows were those shot by experts at the Gold rank, arrows that could pierce through a soldier's armor even if they struck it.

The fate of this squad was self-evident; after the rain of arrows, everyone turned into "hedgehogs."

The next moment, a group of people suddenly jumped down from the top of the tree canopy.

They carried various kinds of longbows on their backs and held short knives and long swords in their hands.

"Quickly clean up the battlefield!"

"The next group is coming soon!"

Warmau gave the order to the surrounding rangers, who immediately sprang into action.

Then, the soldiers' bodies were dragged into the bushes one by one.

A man in a green robe came to the bushes, and as he slowly chanted a spell, the surrounding trees began to emit a green light.

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Then the green vines wrapped around the soldier's body and slowly dragged it into the ground.

"Thank you for your hard work, Kai."

Varmao spoke to the man in the green robe, his eyes filled with a tenderness that was imperceptible to most.

"It's okay, this is what I should do."

Kay smiled gently and responded softly to Warmer.

However, given the current situation, there was clearly no time left for the two to continue their tender moments.

"This is a reconnaissance team!"

"This means the main Noxian force is not far from here!"

"I'm afraid a large squad of soldiers will come to search for this squad soon."

"This is going to be a tough battle, everyone get ready!"

Warmau quickly gave orders to the surrounding rangers.

Upon hearing the sound, the wandering knights scattered and hid again, quietly waiting for the enemy to arrive.

A hint of worry flashed in Valmor's eyes. The enemy's overwhelming strength made him realize that this was a battle he had no chance of winning.

All they could do was try to slow down the other side in order to buy time for the people on the shore to escape.

Since the Noxian invasion, the Galin province has formed the "Revenge Alliance," which has a total of nearly 50,000 members.

However, these 50,000 men were utterly routed in a direct confrontation with a Noxian army of 10,000.

The so-called "revenge and counterattack alliance" is nothing more than a group of scattered soldiers forcibly put together.

On the contrary, the collapse of this alliance caused the morale of the army in Galin Province to plummet to rock bottom.

Walmau was once a member of this alliance.

After the defeat, he did his best to gather two or three thousand routed soldiers and wage guerrilla warfare against Noxus.

They fought and retreated, buying time for the people behind them to escape.

By this time, he only had a few hundred relatively strong wandering knights left under his command.

The others had already perished in the previous battles at the hands of the Noxian axes.

It was precisely because of this that Warmau was finally able to figure out some of his opponent's attack methods.

Based on this, Warmau is now able to determine some countermeasures based on the opponent's situation.

However, this experience came a little too late.

Chapter 225, The Second Stage

The killings of the past few days had left all the soldiers, including Riven, looking exhausted.

Even for the battle-hardened soldiers of the Noxian chapters, the current inhumane slaughter is an immense burden.

We do not accept surrender, we do not accept prisoners, we do not accept service, we do not accept any Ionians...

There's only one word—Kill!

Whenever the soldiers transformed into executioners, slaughtering their way across the front lines, they were always followed by several magicians carrying crystal balls.

The mages would occasionally take action, but most of the time they simply followed silently behind the soldiers.

The officers often couldn't fathom the attitudes of these cabinet magicians, so the matter was eventually dropped.

Few noticed that the purple arcs of light flickering in the crystal balls held by the magicians were becoming increasingly eerie.

The fighting over the past month has resulted in the loss of hundreds of soldiers under Riven's command.

Until today, Riven received Dukur's latest instructions.

Escort a batch of supplies to the front lines!

Riven felt a slight sense of relief at the prospect of completing this task.

Taking on this transport mission seems to mean that she doesn't need to go to the front lines to face the brutal battlefield.

Faced with these innocent people... "420"...

Riven found it difficult to continue her brutal killing spree.

But whenever she thinks of the empire that gave her everything she has now, Riven can only continue to endure.

With the killing no longer needed, Riven naturally breathed a sigh of relief.

But at that moment, when Riven saw what she needed to escort, a hint of unease flashed in her eyes.

Looking around, there were dozens of large trucks parked on the road.

Each of the large carts was five meters long and contained some extremely fragile ceramic jars.

Riven frowned as she looked at the pottery jars.

Everything seemed to be different from what she had imagined.