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Chapter 173 Riwen Returns Home (Subscription~)

Zu-Nor Nonaggression Pact

The title doesn't even have Piltover's name on it, just Zaun and Noxus.

Where's Piltover now that you two don't invade each other?

"You?!" Camille couldn't help feeling angry.

"Don't get excited, my old friend." Amistan didn't care about her emotions at all, but explained unhurriedly: "I am the future Governor of Piltover, and of course I won't give up my territory sold."

She did not sell Piltover.

But she still made an appropriate concession and sold Piltover's interests in Zaun.

"I've already discussed with Levi. From now on, Zaun will belong to him, and Piltover will belong to us."

"And the canal is an insurmountable dividing line of power."

"He can make as much trouble in Zaun as he wants, but the Armed Forces of the Windshield must not cross the canal under any circumstances—otherwise it would be a declaration of war on the Noxian Empire."

Amistan spoke proudly, as if this was her special concern for Piltover.

Camille was furious: "What about Piltover's assets in Zaun?"

"You are acknowledging Zaun's independence in disguise, and you are allowing these lunatics to grow and develop!"

"Heh." Amistan didn't care: "If you want peace, of course you have to make some sacrifices."

"The rise of the leader is unstoppable. Your investment assets in Zaun are almost lost. I can help you keep your principal in Piltover, which is already considered very good."

"As for allowing them to grow and develop."

The thinking and perspective of Amistan and Camille are completely different.

From Camille's point of view, the Guild of Leaders has only occupied a district of Zaun, and the integrated forces can already maintain a balance with Piltover.

If we continue to let the Leaders Association develop in Zaan and let them gradually occupy the entire Zaan, the delicate balance between the two cities will be completely broken, and the strength of the people of Zaan will completely crush Picheng!
Her concerns are not unfounded.

But in Amistan's view, this is too small, and the pattern is too small.

"The future Piltover will no longer be a weak Piltover, but a part of the great Noxus Empire! That's the case."

What if the Guild of Leaders occupies the entirety of Zaun?
Even if their base area develops from a district to a city, it is nothing more than from an embryo to a baby.

In front of Noxus, a huge adult man, the little Zaun is not enough to look at.

But the leader is still a bit sharp, and violent contact can easily cut himself.

So Amistan chose to coexist with the leader.

It's like facing a hornet's nest.

If the wasps don't cross the line to sting people, why do people have to take the risk of being stung to destroy it by hand?

Even if left unattended, the hornet's nest will grow bigger and bigger, and the hornets will reproduce more and more, they will be just a group of hornets after all, and it is impossible to win against humans.

"You are deceiving yourself!" Camille objected fiercely: "At first, everyone thought that the leaders would be satisfied if they swallowed the Zaun community. But they only sharpened their minions a little, and swallowed Zaun again. A city in the city!"

"And now you allow them to continue to develop, promising them all of Zaun!"

"Who knows if they will cross the canal again after they have Zaun intact?"

"Do they dare?" Amistan snorted coldly: "I said before, they are declaring war on the empire by crossing the canal."

"I'm not indulging the development of leaders, I'm blocking their development ceiling and trapping them in Zaun - you should thank me for this, Camille!"

Camille wanted to say something else.

But she finally gave up.

This is the price of being a vassal, and she needs to get used to it.

"Okay." Camille suppressed her anger, hiding all kinds of dangerous thoughts.

She seemed to back down, and then emphasized: "I need the garrison of the Noxus Empire right now—"

"It can't just be the third-line troops from the colony, it must be the elite of the battle group that can really deter the leader's association!"

"This..." Amistan thought for a while, and also satisfied her request.

"My regiment has just been withdrawn from the Demacia battlefield on the western front, and it is still being repaired in Triwell."

"Since you are so afraid of those leaders, that's no problem—I'll send a letter to let them assemble and board the ship and rush to Piltover."

Traveling thousands of kilometers west by boat from Piltover, it is almost the westernmost point of the Noxus Empire. There is a small city named Triwell, which is surrounded by mountains in the north and the sea in the south.

It is very close to the pass called the Gate of Sorrow at the junction of the Noxus Empire and the Demacia Alliance.

Around this pass and border line, the two countries have fought numerous wars over the centuries.

As a Noxus city close to the border, Trivel naturally became the logistics center and repair base of the imperial army.

Amistan's battle group had just experienced a big battle not long ago, and now it is taking turns to repair in this small city.

And in this huge battle group, there is another legion of well-known rune swordsmen.

The leader of this legion of rune swordsmen is none other than that he was personally commended by His Majesty Darkwill for his outstanding performance, and was awarded the legendary Noxus female general, Riven, who bestowed the Blackstone Rune Greatsword by the emperor.

At this moment, Riven did not indulge in various labor places in the city like her comrades did.

She went to the Triwell country, to the farm.

Because this is her hometown - she walked out of the rural farm in this barren town back then.

"Hey, Riven."

On the way back home, the female knight who was traveling with Riven couldn't help asking her: "Didn't all your family members pass away? Sorry, I'm just curious, why do you want to go home all of a sudden?"

The one who spoke was Riven's best friend in the same robe, blood-sucking Jinlan, a female knight Marit with beautiful blond hair.

Riven planned to return home quietly this time alone.

But after Marit knew about it, she rode her ostrich-like devil bird and chased after it relentlessly.

She said she was curious what the land that would give birth to Riven would be like.

Riven agreed to take her with her.

"Why should I go back?"

"Well, it's because of her."

Riven was riding a huge adult dragon lizard with her rune greatsword on her back.

She pointed to a small package hanging on Dragon Lizard's back, and said, "This is Ona, she came from the same place as me."

Of course, this small package cannot hold a large living person named "Ona"——

It contained Ona's urn.

She is dead.

"You know this Ona very well?"

Marit was not at all saddened by the death of this strange soldier.

She had seen too many dead men in her years of service in the Noxian army.

Marit was just curious: "Riwen, is this your friend? Why have I never seen her before?"

"Not a friend," Riven said. "I just found out she was from my hometown when I checked the dead list."

"Thinking that we are in Triwell, not far away, just send her back to the countryside."

"after all."

Riven lowered her head, her short white hair drooped in a mess, covering her slightly complicated eyes, and her wheat-colored face that was slightly rough under the sun for many years:

"If I die, I also hope that someone can send me back to my hometown."

Noxus used to send the remains of fallen soldiers home.

But not for a few years.

There are too many dead people to send them over.

This Ona was originally buried in the mass cemetery, but Riven discovered her by accident, so she did it herself and brought her back.

"If I have relatives in my hometown like her." Riven thought for a while, and added.

"Hahaha." Marit laughed: "Look at you, you're so shy, like a recruit."

"Forget it, you are now the famous Riven, the leader of our Runeblade Legion!"

"If you die heroically, you will definitely wear the holy battle flag of the legion, sleep in the most expensive nanmu coffin, and be invited into the Hall of Valor of the Immortal Fortress with noble etiquette by the soldiers of the empire."

"Well, maybe." Riven was noncommittal.

Maybe she can enjoy this kind of treatment.But it's useless to be beautiful after everyone is dead.

She doesn't really care.

Compared with the highest honor of entering the Hall of Valor after death, Riven envied this Ona more—at least, there were still people in her family waiting for her.

"Hey." Marit seemed to see something.

She drove the demon bird to catch up with Riven's dragon lizard, patted her thigh very affectionately, and joked:
"If you don't want to live in the Hall of Valor, you can go to my house instead."

"My family's family cemetery is quite big, and it's nothing if you have one more."

Marit was born in a noble family in Noxus, and her family's cemetery is quite large.Probably bigger than an entire farm in Riven's hometown.

"That's why you have to take my last name after you die, Captain Riven," she said with a smile.

"Fuck you!" Riven kicked her friend angrily, but didn't.

Marit rode the devil bird haha ​​and ran away before saying solemnly:
"Don't hurt the spring and the autumn, our great hero."

"This is the first time you have returned to your hometown since you joined the army, right?"

"It's better to be ready to welcome everyone's enthusiastic cheers for you!"

"Yeah." Riven also cheered up again.

She did not come back for many years.

Although she lost her relatives very early, she still has a few friends in her hometown.

When the folks in my hometown see her coming back as a great hero, they will definitely surround her excitedly to welcome her and ask her for an autograph, right?
When you think about it, this picture is very exciting.

Returning home with wealth and honor is always the highest spiritual enjoyment.

This vulgar Ruiwen is also unavoidable.

"Should we find a pit, trap your dragon lizard in it, and issue some imported Piltover cigarettes, and invite all the nearby villagers to come and help?"

Marit was still coming up with good ideas.

Riven chatted and laughed with her, and soon they were approaching the village she had left all those years ago.

But her dragon lizard hadn't even gotten close to the village, and just walked to the nearby farmland, and it had already attracted the attention of the farmers working in the farmland.

"Look, they're coming to welcome us."

Marit said proudly.

Both she and Riven wore the red and black armor of a high-ranking officer in the Empire, and they were supposed to be welcome wherever they went.

However, the next second.
"They're here again—run away!!!" The farmers ran away as if they had seen a ghost.

"Huh?" Riven was slightly taken aback.

Marit couldn't help but catch up with the devil bird, and picked up a runaway farmer with one hand:
"Are you blind? You can't see that I'm wearing Noxian armor!"

"I" the farmer was so frightened that he turned pale and dared not speak.

Marit scolded again: "The Germans have already been beaten away by us, why are you running away?"

Only then did the farmer react:

"Yes, yes, sir."

"Just now, I regarded you as Germans."

　The second is later_(:з」∠)_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)