LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

"This..." Riven and Marit were slightly taken aback.

Orianna used the logic of the Noxians to make them understand the feasibility of the leader theory.

Indeed, as long as the leader can become the strongest in the world, then their rules will naturally be the rules of the world.

However, are there really strong people who will not exploit the weak, but protect the weak, and are even willing to lower their status, limit their authority, and maintain personality equality with the weak?

"This is still delusional." Marit said disdainfully: "The law of the jungle is human nature!"

"No, it's not delusional." Orianna went all out and said, "President Levi, Professor Victor, Miss Mel, Miss Seraphine, all leaders are like this!"

"They are not fighting for themselves, but for the ideals of mankind!"

As she spoke, she stared at Marit, Riven, and all the Noxians present:

"You laugh at the ideal of equality for all, and advocate the law of the jungle where the weak prey on the strong, in fact, just because you now regard yourself as the strong, the one who eats meat."

They are strong and comfortable with the current jungle rules, so they don't want to change.

"But have you ever thought about..."

"Compared to the strong, you are also weak!"

Perhaps because she had given up hope, Orianna had courage instead.

She stared fiercely at Crete and the soldiers: "You, you! You are weak in front of your commander!"

"If these two women want to kill you, you will have to be crushed to death like bedbugs!"

"..." The soldiers were suddenly speechless.

Especially Crete.

He has only been in the army for a short time, and he has just become a "strong man".

Orianna's words reminded him of the painful years when he was trampled underfoot by landlords and grain expropriation teams in the past 20 years.

Moreover, even though he is developed now, he is actually still a weak person.

As long as he accidentally offends the officer, the officer can let him die at any time.

Does it really feel good to live in this precarious and precarious world?

"And you!" Orianna looked at Marit and Riven angrily again: "Do you think that you are strong because you are an officer?"

"No, there are greater generals above you, and the leaders of the chapters, and the emperor."

"Just like if it is General Amistan, as long as she wants you to die, you are powerless! In front of her, you are just weak!"

The strong disdain to be equal to the weak, because they always forget that they are also weak in front of the stronger.

"Sophistry!" Marit dismissively said, "That's fine, why does General Amistan want us to die?"

"We are the Legion of Rune Swordsmen, and we are not cannon fodder that can be squandered at will!"

Riven thought so too.

She had no family since she was a child, and the military camp was her home. General Amistan is also someone she respects very much,

Riven didn't believe that her respected officer would let them die in idleness.

"So..." Orianna smiled angrily, "Do you think the general needs a reason to kill you?"

"Of course," Riven said.

"But according to the natural law you believe in, it is natural and just for the strong to slaughter the weak, so why do you need a reason?"

"..." Riven was a little dizzy for a moment.

And Orianna told her mockingly: "You think it is reasonable to ride on the head of the weak, but the general needs a legitimate reason to kill you. Isn't this contradictory?"

"Or...you have subconsciously regarded yourself as equal to the general in personality?"

"What gave you this hallucination?"

These words made the faces of the soldiers burn.

Riven also frowned thoughtfully.

"Enough!" Marit didn't want to listen anymore.

"Heretician." She waved her hand impatiently and gave orders to the soldiers: "Take him back."

"Where are they going?" the soldiers asked, "Is it still a labor camp?"

Marit glanced at Riven. After all, she seemed to be interested in this Picheng girl.

Riwen thought about it, and she really showed kindness: "Take it back and make me a slave girl."

Orianna impressed her. She finally wanted this slave girl. It can be regarded as saving a life.

"And what about her father?" the soldiers asked again.

"Sell the factory of the Philos family," Riven said.

Anyway, if people catch it, it is impossible to put it back, and we must cut the weeds and root them out. It's a Noxian rule.

Go to a factory as a slave labor, at least you won't die.

And with Mr. Colin's technology, he might be able to do well in the factory.

"Not bad." Marit also quite agreed with Riven's suggestion.

Although Riven was still too kind, the result was very interesting: "Don't you girl like to call 'equality'?"

"From then on, I will let you be Riven's slave, kneeling on the ground and kissing her shoe uppers every day, and calling her master. Haha."

"Eh..." Riven was a little embarrassed.

She really didn't think about it that much. She took Orianna as a slave girl simply because she wanted to help the girl avoid the worst possible outcome.

After all, as a slave to her, at least she would not abuse female slaves like toys like other officers.

"You're lucky, chick." Marit smiled at Orianna.

lucky? Be it.

As far as the current situation is concerned, being Riven's slave girl is really the best result for her.

But Orianna remained silent, with a stubborn expression on her face. Like a true leader.

"Why?" Marit frowned slightly: "You still don't want to?"

"Orianna..." Mr. Colin said. His expression was numb.

Mr. Colin never imagined that his beautiful, rich and elegant middle-class life would become what it is today because of the impulse of a few big soldiers after drinking.

He regretted that he didn't listen to his daughter, and moved to Zaun in time to join the Leader.

It's too late to say anything now.

He only hoped that the female officer named Riven would be as kind as she seemed, and give his daughter a way out.

So he said, "Orianna, just listen to her..."

"Come with me." Riven also said kindly, "I won't hurt you."

Orianna: "..."

The girl secretly clenched her fists.

She is not officially a leader, nor does she have any combat experience.

She's just a curious teenage girl, an ordinary Piltover girl who loves music, dancing, and clockwork technology. Facing the mighty Noxus officer, she was powerless to fight back.

but...

"I will not be a slave, never!" Orianna said decisively.

"I will never let you do what you want, and help you demons cover up the scandal!"

As soon as the words fell, she stood up resolutely and walked towards the door of the store and the audience watching from a distance outside the store.

"What do you want to do?" Marit frowned.

In fact, she could tell that Orianna was probably trying to make some noise before she died, so that the onlookers could see the true colors of the Noxus army.

She wants to use her life to expose the lie of "Pino's friendship".

But... "You're too weak, girl."

So weak that it doesn't even have the ability to make movement.

"Stop her!" Marit winked at the soldiers.

The soldiers immediately rushed up aggressively, rushing towards Orianna like a pack of wolves chasing sheep.

Orianna was powerless to fight back.

She could only firmly maintain the posture of walking forward, then closed her eyes and prayed resolutely:

"Goddess Janna, bless me."

Orianna didn't know if praying was useful.

After all, she is not a leader, not even a wind chaser, and she has never participated in a faith test.

She didn't even know if she was a believer of Goddess Janna.

Goddess, will you respond to her?

"Winds of change, heed your call."

Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from the void.

Unbeknownst to Orianna, she was already a disciple of Janna.

She is not only a follower of Janna, but also a gifted and unawakened mage.

At this moment, her inborn strong mental strength, her unyielding willpower after life and death... yes, willpower. In this world, as long as the will is strong enough, mortals can even compete against the protoss.

All these communicated the will of the goddess and borrowed the divine power of the goddess for her.

And this divine power is not just a breeze.

then...

The wind picked up.