Standing on top of the battlements, Jeno used his homemade telescope to observe the movement on the plains of Navoli.

For the past few days he had been able to see crows hovering over Presidium, day and night. But every time he stood on a high place, the crows chirped and flew away.

The crows were watching them, but they were afraid that Jeno would kill them.

So he gradually developed the habit of standing on the city wall after sunrise to bask in the sun, and he only had to stand there to disperse the crows, like a scarecrow watching over the wheat field, watching over the last pure land of Ionia, the Presidian.

But today the crows behaved strangely, gathering around Presidium early before sunrise, and collectively making disturbing cries that covered the plain like dark clouds.

Jeno looked at the gloomy morning, dark clouds looming over the morning sun, and a bad premonition gradually rose in his heart.

He forced himself to look away from the crows, grabbing his binoculars and looking west.

Sure enough, several clouds of wolf smoke rose from the plains of Navoli, soaring into the sky, converging into dark clouds on the horizon. At the end of the horizon, an army of 100,000 undefeated troops appeared in the field of vision one after another, black mounts and riders covering the flanks, a wall of people holding the Noxian military flag, the axe flag in the wind, and a bloodthirsty aura suddenly spread. The black torrent of steel converged into the tide of war, and the sound of steel colliding was like the roar of a wave, moving heavily but firmly in the direction of the sunrise.

Jeno adjusted his focus, and his gaze fell on Darius for several kilometers, the embodiment of the Empire's armed forces, fully armed, and riding a dark horse majestically in front of the military formation. Behind him were several other generals who fought highly, as well as the young Cyrus. Armed to the teeth, the Trifali Legion was right behind them, and there were tens of thousands of soldiers in this elite warband alone who could defeat ten by one.

Huge dragon lizards with sharply-angled siege helmets welded to their heads, these behemoths were dragged by a dozen Noxian soldiers with arm-thick hemp ropes, and they made their way in front of them, walking heavily towards the last pure land of Ionia!

Jeno put down the binoculars and remained silent. He had never seen such an army, never imagined that so many people could come together. The storm was dusty and overwhelming, like a gathering storm that was about to sweep away the mortal realm.

At this moment, he didn't speak, and it seemed that even the air was intimidated by Noxus's military.

He immediately rushed to the bell tower, and directly slammed the heavy alarm bell with his fist, and the bells of war echoed throughout the Presian over and over again, and 30,000 white-clothed rebels poured out of the tents one after another, gathering in various passages, densely slashing the passages, forming several deep and powerful infantry phalanxes, mixed with the Balanced Sect and Vastaya's corps.

Heavily armed, Irelia soon made her way to the top of the city walls, and when she saw the black torrent of Noxus, the gasping caused by the high-speed running stopped in an instant.

It wasn't until today that she had an understanding of the concept of 100,000. Ionia's army was dwarfed by the enemy's sheer numbers.

"Jeno, can we really hold it?" There was a dull pain in her chest, and Irelia struggled to think in her heart, is the huge gap between 100,000 Noxian soldiers and 30,000 rebels really something that can be bridged by a wall of walls and a few thousand transcendentals?

"Are you scared? Irelia. Jeno asked her with all seriousness.

"It is impossible not to be afraid, our soldiers do not yet know the number of enemies, and I am afraid that they will be crushed by the sheer number at a glance. If we go out of the city to fight, we have no chance of winning. ”

"Of course I'm not going to let the soldiers face Darius's army head-on, that's self-defeating. Don't you know what we are building walls and great barriers for? Still don't understand why the army led by Darius is so high-profile? It's all for another army. ”

"You mean, I'm going to face another army?" Jeno's questioning made Irelia look at him thoughtfully. To be precise, to look behind him, to the south of Precidian, in the direction of Talu Bay.

There, the fleet of Noxus had sailed along the course of the Gulf of Talu to the shore, less than ten kilometers away from Precidian, and the smoke rose into the sky.

The grand barrier separates the two armies of Noxus, and Darius's high-profile siege is also to cover the other army, although the other army seems to be much smaller, but Jeno knows that the real killer weapon of Noxus is hidden here.

"Yes, your battlefield is not here, but elsewhere. Presidon is guarded by us, and you must lead the rebels out of the city to fight Noxus. Go ahead, I've already helped you choose your comrades. ”

Irelia lowered her head and looked over the battlements at the soldiers on the avenue out of the city, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

She spun over and jumped onto the battlement, raising her hands in front of everyone's gaze, allowing the Heirloom Blade to take the shape of the Ionian Soul and rise into the air.

Irelia spoke to everyone, her voice low but audible to everyone.

"Human, Vastaya. We are all Ionians, and we face a common threat. Now, Noxus has come to the city, intent on setting foot in our last pure land......"

As she slowly poured out, the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme, paused, and then suddenly reversed!

"Brothers and sisters, we can't back down any longer, we have no way back! Right now... It's time to take back our land! The glory sword is taken down, and the balance is sought in chaos! ”

Her voice was stirred up and full of fighting spirit!

"Ionian warriors! This is the first battle of our counterattack! The great turning point of history will be repeated here! The heroic spirits of our fathers and fathers are watching over us, and all souls are with us, and today we will be glorified together! ”

The loud voice was full of the belief that he would win, wave after wave, surging with blood, improving step by step, and finally pushing to the highest point, turning into an undying determination:

"Fight for the Newborn Land!"

When Irelia revealed her true self, both those who had followed her faithfully and those who could not bear the pain she had caused were infected by her strong conviction in this moment.

"Fight for the Newborn Land!"

"Fight for the Newborn Land!!"

"Fighting for the Land of the Newborn!!"

……

"Warriors, come with me!"

Ambition echoed through Preciden, and with Irelia's high-pitched command, the rebels poured out of the South Gate.