LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Early the next morning, Wuji Mountains.

Tyrone, Katarina, and LeBlanc all dressed up as Ionian farm boys and began their mission.

And accompanying them on their mission were many real Ionians.

However, these Ionians did not come here voluntarily.

They were captured by the Noxians.

The role they need to play this time is the "Shield of the Empire".

Yes, the powerful Noxian warriors now need the weak Ionians to serve as their shield.

"Be honest with me!"

"When we go to the battlefield later, you will stand with us. Even if the sky falls, you are not allowed to run away. Do you understand?"

"If anyone wants to escape... Haha, I promise. Your legs will not be faster than our knives."

The Imperial soldiers pressed the tips of their knives against the civilians' backs, forcing them to become their human shields.

With these Ionian civilians protecting them, the Wind Leader's all-conquering Blue Bird 1 drone could no longer bombard the Noxian mountain attackers without restraint.

"General du Couture is a man of great wisdom."

"Didn't those leaders say they were for the masses? Well, let's see if they want the masses or victory this time! Hahahaha..."

As if to relieve the psychological pressure of being about to embark on the battlefield, the Noxian soldiers laughed one after another.

The scene was lively, as if they had already won.

But what these soldiers don't know is that they are actually no different from the kidnapped Ionians. They are just cannon fodder arranged in advance by Du Cacao and LeBlanc.

"Even if the Wind Leaders don't use drones, they won't be able to break through the defense line guarded by Irelia."

"This is a losing battle, and many people will die." LeBlanc hid among the Ionians, whispering her final instructions to Tyrone and Catalina: "And what we have to do ..."

"Surviving the chaos that followed, and then being rescued as an Ionian refugee by the kind-hearted Wind Leaders back to their camp - do you understand?"

"Understood." Tyrone and Catalina nodded secretly.

"Pay attention." LeBlanc reminded again: "The role you are playing now is a farm boy from Ionia, and your skills are not much better than ordinary people."

"Swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and the battle to attack the mountain is destined to be fierce. If someone comes to kill you later, and you are unable to avoid it with your mortal skills, then..."

So what should we do at this time?

"We won't hide." Tyrone and Catalina both gave perfect answers.

If you can't escape, just stand there and wait to die.

They would rather die than expose their skills and affect the mission assigned to them by the empire.

This is the basic quality of a dead soldier.

"Very good." LeBlanc nodded with satisfaction.

And when she raised her head again, she already had a flawless image of a poor girl who was innocently involved in the war and was frightened and desperate.

Compared with LeBlanc, Tyrone and Catalina's professional acting skills seem to be much inferior.

In this way, under the three people's palace-level role-playing, they blended into these desperate Ionians without any flaws.

Then amid a burst of Noxian curses and expulsions, as well as the Ionian cries of fear, the doomed battle to attack the mountain finally began.

"Everyone, be careful, the leader will appear at any time."

The soldiers were arrogant before the war, but when they actually stepped onto the battlefield, they became extremely cautious.

After all, they have had a profound understanding of how difficult this mountain is to attack, and how terrible the loss rate of the vanguard troops participating in the mountain attack is in the past month.

So, the soldiers first held the man as a human shield and carefully crossed the two hills that had been flattened by the fire;

A group of elite warriors were used as the vanguard, killing the resurrected and "refreshed" evil spirits while stepping through the valley of death polluted by dark energy.

In the past, just this short distance would have been enough to make the Noxians despair.

The suicide drones that keep falling in the sky, the brilliant fireworks that bloom mercilessly, plus the evil spirit zone that the Kinkou sect deliberately left uncleaned and was used by the Wind Leader as a defense tower...

It would be impossible for the Noxian soldiers to take another step forward.

And this time:

"We're coming, we're coming!" The leader stopped bombing with drones, allowing the Noxians to successfully pass through this evil-infested valley.

The soldiers cheered for this, but...

"Here we come." LeBlanc reminded Catalina and Tyrone beside her with her eyes.

She seemed to be a brilliant prophet. Soon, disturbing sounds came from the sky ahead.

That's the sound of the wind.

Then, as expected, the leader and the resistance fighters fell from the sky amidst the howling wind.

"Ionia, high and everlasting!"

"Forgiveness of Goddess Janna!"

"The violent wind and breathless slash! The violent wind and breathless slash! The violent wind and breathless slash, zap, zap... Hahahahaha."

When these sounds sounded on the battlefield, Noxian soldiers fell one after another like leeks harvested by the scythe.

The three Catalinas were mentally prepared for this.

But what they didn't expect was...

"Demacia!" A familiar slogan suddenly came from the sky.

A blond girl fell into the air and swung out a mechanical staff that shone with the blue Hex light.

The staff deformed in the air and quickly turned into a giant mechanical cannon with a cool RGB light strip exterior and a super-large-caliber barrel.

"Hex——"

"The ultimate flash!"

A blazing beam of light fell from the sky and swept across the valley like a giant plow.

This huge movable beam of light flexibly avoided the Ionians on the battlefield, but all the Noxian soldiers it could shine on were baked into a pool of almost liquefied lava along with the ground.

"This..." Catalina couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The mages of Demacia now dare to openly go to the battlefield?

Um... No, I missed the point.

"Hey, why are Demacians here?!"

Katarina had just left the Demacia battlefield on the western front, and followed her father to the Ionian battlefield on the easternmost front.

This was a continent away, how could she still see the Demacians?

Catalina was confused.

It was this moment of doubt that made her lose her alertness to this chaotic battlefield.

"Come here, you bastard of Ionia!" A Noxian officer, red-eyed, rushed over with his sword raised.

Catalina's whole body tensed up and she subconsciously wanted to dodge.

But she remembered LeBlanc's previous instructions.

No, you can't hide.

There were so many pairs of eyes on the battlefield, and she couldn't expose her skills.

So Catalina resisted and did not dodge. She just stepped back tremblingly like a frightened ordinary person.

The Noxian officer rudely put a knife on her neck and held her in front of her as a hostage:

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Let me leave, or I will kill this woman!"

The officer regarded Catalina as his talisman in the chaotic battlefield, and made her yell hysterically.

"Oops..." Catalina could feel that the officer was losing control of his emotions.

His knife had already cut her neck, torn her skin, and started to penetrate into more deadly places.

Blood was already gurgling out like a stream. If the blade penetrated even half an inch deeper, she would die here immediately. Even if the blade no longer penetrates deeply, she may still bleed to death if she does not receive timely treatment.

And this officer is also an extraordinary warrior. His sword was faster and stronger, and he didn't hold back at all when he was emotional.

To make matters worse, his previous hysterical roar had attracted the attention of the surrounding leaders.

If Catalina wants to break free, she will inevitably expose her skills in front of everyone.

what to do?

"Am I going to die like this?" At this moment, Catalina thought a lot.

She is not afraid of death at all. Yesterday LeBlanc asked her to commit suicide, and she did it without even thinking about it.

But the key point is that she "didn't even think about it" at the time;

But now, like a chicken whose neck was cut open and bled alive, she could only slowly wait for her death amidst the clear sound of blood flowing.

In this case, there was so much she could think about.

"Don't forget your father's teachings, Katarina." She told herself in her heart: "Compared with life, the mission is the most important."

But Catalina soon discovered that she was indeed not afraid of death.

But she never wanted to die in such a ridiculous way.

Her dream is to become a hero of the empire, not an unknown victim who is inexplicably killed by her own people.

"Fran, Talon..." Catalina instinctively looked at her two teammates, hoping to get help from them.

But the battlefield was chaotic, and Tai Lung himself was busy trying to survive, and had no time to pay attention to her.

LeBlanc did notice her.

But there was only indifference in the woman's eyes, as if to warn her: "Katerina, complete your mission."

Catalina: "..."

She was desperate.

With a noble birth, amazing talent, and more than ten years of masochistic training, he only waits for the day when he can kill the enemy with a sword, show off his skills, and serve the empire as the hero of the Ominous Blade.

But in the end, she was going to die as a poor village girl.

A death almost worthless.

Just like those imperial soldiers sent to die by her father, they were nothing more than cannon fodder that didn't even deserve to have a name.

"Father, I'm sorry..." Katarina closed her eyes in despair.

The officer's blade seemed to tear her throat apart in the next second.

And just then...

"Uh-" The officer cried out in pain, then turned back in disbelief.

I saw a heavily armored Demacia knight with thick eyebrows and big eyes suddenly jumped out of the grass.

Like the most low-key and insignificant assassin, he appeared ghostly behind the officer in a secretive manner that would call a robbery master an expert when he saw him.

"Suffer death, you cunning villain!"

A righteous backstab, the sword piercing the chest.

A fatal blow, followed by picking and throwing the body, followed by a gentle princess hug:

"Miss, are you okay?"