I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

"We must report this to the general as soon as possible!"

After noting down the desolate, scorched earth before him, the officer did not linger and quickly got up to leave.

..............

In the Galin camp on the coast, the remaining hundreds of thousands of people in the Galin province have been driven to the brink of having nowhere left to retreat.

The elders stared in horror at the strange activity in the distance.

The rumors about the Temple of Pallas were on everyone's mind.

"It must be those Noxian invaders!"

"They have triggered the curse of the Temple of Pallas! And they have suffered the backlash!"

An elder said through gritted teeth.

The elders, unaware of the truth, believed that everything was caused by the legendary curse of the Temple of Pallas.

"Sigh, I just don't know if this will have any consequences in the future..."

Another elder shook his head with concern.

"Hmph..."

"Let's focus on the present first."

Among the crowd, an elder with a stern face spoke with a cold laugh.

"Let's talk about what to do now, even if the temple's curse has been triggered."

"These Noxians are the ones who are having a headache."

"Right now, at least we need to survive before we can think about anything else!"

The most respected elder spoke slowly, his eyes filled with weariness and helplessness.

Earlier, news came back from the fleet that was transporting women and children to the province of Chi Van for refuge.

—Due to the Noxian fleet's interception, the fleet was almost completely wiped out.

Therefore, their escape route has been completely blocked, and the Galin people are currently unable to build or find new ships to escape to Zhiyun Province.

Therefore, the elders gathered here overnight to discuss strategies.

"What did the person who went to ask for help say?"

A glimmer of hope flashed in the elder's eyes. At the very beginning of the war, they had sent people to Presidium in hopes of seeking help.

As a result, for so many days, the message that Presidian transmitted through magic has always been "still under discussion".

With their escape route completely blocked, the Grand Elder pinned his hopes on any possible aid that might come his way.

"The news from Presidium is..."

"Still under discussion..."

An elder responded to the Grand Elder with a sorrowful expression.

"well........"

Upon hearing this, a hint of weariness flashed in the elder's eyes; it could only be said that this result was not unexpected.

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Without reinforcements, their path was blocked...

Right now, it seems there's only one way.

That is—resistance!

"I won't hide it from you all, we only have one path left to take..."

The elder's voice was full of bitterness.

In reality, who would want to give up hope of living unless absolutely necessary?

"Right now, we have no choice but to fight the enemy to the death!"

"We won, we live!"

"If we lose, we die!"

There is no other way!

The weariness and helplessness in the elder's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a look of determination.

"I know Noxians are terrifying; they are ruthless executioners!"

"But please think of our children, wives, and parents!"

"The only chance of survival right now is to fight back!"

The elder spoke passionately, looking around at everyone.

"Fight! Fight them!"

An elder of slightly younger age shouted loudly.

.... .. .......

His words seemed to awaken the anger in the hearts of the surrounding elders.

"Yes, let's fight those Noxian scumbags!"

"That's right, that's right..."

The elders echoed, saying that since the Noxians were determined to exterminate them, they had no choice but to fight to the death!

However, no one noticed that in the corner of the tent, an elder had a strange look in his eyes.

In his hand, he held a jet-black rose rune...

Soon, under the leadership of the elders, nearly 80,000 capable warriors were selected from among the hundreds of thousands of people!

The elder was determined not to wait to die on the beach.

He then ordered each of the elders to take a group of soldiers and go to the outskirts of the forest to make arrangements.

............

On the flagship of the Noxian Navy.

The leader of the magicians' corps and his vice-commander and naval admiral, Duguel, were respectfully facing the magic mirror in the ship's cabin.

In the magic mirror, the image of a seductive woman emerged.

"how is the progress?"

LeBlanc, inside the Demon Realm, asked the two of them a question.

"Everything is planned."

"only..........."

Upon hearing LeBlanc's question, Dukur quickly responded, but his voice carried a hint of unease.

"Just what?"

LeBlanc narrowed her alluring eyes and pressed Dukur for an answer.

"Please take a look..."

Dukur didn't say much, but simply took out a piece of parchment and burned it.

After the magically imbued parchment burned out, it quickly created a scene in the air.

Ghostly forests, scorched earth, black land...

Looking at the constructed scene, a look of surprise flashed in LeBlanc's eyes.

Almost instantly, she figured out who was responsible for all of this based on these facts.

It's him!

The iconic scorched earth and black landscape revealed Fóyego's identity almost instantly.

As a cunning old fox who has roamed Runeterra for thousands of years, how could LeBlanc not know about the Ruined King on the Shadow Isles?

Chapter 235, Keep to Your Own Business

LeBlanc frowned. In her memory, she and that person had always kept to themselves.

Why did the King of Ruin suddenly appear in Ionia?

After much thought, LeBlanc felt there must be something else going on, but it shouldn't be related to her.

The appearance of the Shadow Isles King, who has always kept to himself, in Ionia is probably just a coincidence.

Ultimately, LeBlanc accepted this theory.

Right now, her plan is ready to be launched.

She believed that the rulers of the Shadow Isles should have no reason to be her enemy.

LeBlanc could never have imagined that the Empire's rising star—General Leon Gurez—would be the reincarnation of this fallen king.