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Latest Website: Racha raised his head and glanced at the majestic walls of the Immortal Fortress. This place is beyond his imagination, and although Racha doesn't really like the stern architecture of the Noxians, he has to admit that the immortal fortress really deserves the name.

Their team entered from the main gate, and now only Felicia is left alive in the six-member team. The female officer didn't seem to care about it on the surface, but Racha could 'hear' her inner voice for a while, and he knew that this heroic soldier was actually very sad.

How could it not be sad? The brothers who got along with each other day and night died in the blink of an eye, and they didn't even have a chance to fight.

After entering the gate, what caught Racha's eyes was not a black and red iron and blood fortress, but a peaceful residential area. A variety of houses have come together to form this community, with villas, tree houses, and even some people choose to build a house that is narrow and small but ridiculously high.

This hodgepodge of styles unexpectedly complements the red and black walls of the immortal fortress, and even Racha himself wonders if there is something wrong with his aesthetics. This is obviously two things that can't be hit, how can they be so harmonious together?

He walked forward with a group of soldiers in charge of leading the way, and Felicia had already parted from him. She is going to debrief and finish her assignment. When parting, she only said the word treasure. Racha felt inexplicably melancholy in his heart.

This mood was quickly interrupted by a young girl who came forward. She had brown curly hair, a black Tong Kong, and a smile on her face - but she was not here to find Racha.

"Hey, Crenor!" She followed carefully around the line, smiling brightly at one of the soldiers in the line. Racha couldn't see his face, but he could already imagine it from his voice.

"Liliana?! Uh, you, why are you here? I'm still on duty..." Crenor replied in a low voice uneasily, and the leader in front stopped, turned around and made a silent comparison. With a gesture, the two soldiers threw him out of the line.

His commander stroked his goatee solemnly, glanced at the girl, then at Crenor, whose face was flushed but still forced to stand upright, and said with a blank face: "Give you half an hour, Corporal Crenor. Make sure to send Miss Liliana to her house, do you hear?! People live a long way from here!"

"As ordered! Sir!"

The young man immediately turned around and left with the girl. Judging from the back, he should be trying very hard not to laugh out loud. But the girl's silver bell-like laughter had spread far, and Racha couldn't help but smile.

Ah, love... the vigor of youth,

It's beautiful. He sighed so, and then immediately realized that something was wrong - I seem to be only twenty years old this year? !

Just as he was in some strange misery, the officer suddenly came to him from the front of the line. He coughed and greeted in a more official manner: "Master Racha, I hope you didn't suffer too many bumps along the way."

La glanced at him, the officer apparently still unaware of what was going on with Felicia's escort team. Racha didn't want to say it either, he just smiled and nodded.

The chief was obviously relieved by his answer, and he changed his tone to a warmer tone: "I heard that you are from Ionia?"

"What? Not like it?"

Racha raised his eyebrows and pointed to his naked upper body. Many of the Noxian residents he saw along the way, many dressed like him, were all vastayas. They are either shirtless or wear very little, both men and women. Racha's risqué attire in Ionia is hardly surprising.

However, if there is a choice, he also wants to wear a dress.

"No, I'm just surprised." The goatee chief coughed again. "Isn't this heard that Swain led someone to invade you not long ago... You are still willing to come to the Immortal Fortress to help us, it is really broad-minded."

You Noxians can really talk.

Racha glanced at him oddly, if he hadn't been able to 'hear' someone else's voice for a while, he might have thought that the officer was deliberately provocative. However, in reality, he really didn't.

Although Racha was not angry, he didn't know how to answer this sentence... For a time, the atmosphere fell into embarrassment. Fortunately, the officer was also very clear about his chatting ability, so he immediately changed the subject.

"You shouldn't know, right? One of the people you're going to meet today is quite special."

"Oh? What kind of special method?" Racha said following his words, making a small joke. "He has three heads and six arms?"

"That's not too bad, three heads and six arms... This fight is too powerful." The goatee officer first sighed with emotion, and then said. "Instructor Cronos is taller, well, actually very tall."

He made a gesture: "It's better not to wear his armor. If the instructor wears the armor, it will look no different from the city wall. You may be frightened by his size, so I thought about it and reminded you."

It's fine if the officer didn't say it, but when he said it, Racha got more excited.

This description...is not exactly the same as the big guy who rescued me at Presidian! As strong as the city wall, there is also a special armor.

"Is his armor blue and three golden nails on his forehead?"

The goatee chief was startled and almost fell. When he spoke again, he couldn't even speak: "You...you even know this?! Sure enough, the master is the master!"

"...What? No, no." Racha waved his hands quickly. "I'm just asking you-"

"—Needless to say, Master, I understand, you want to hide your special talents, don't you? I know, you Ionians seem to be like this."

The goatee chief pondered for a long time, and a half-life Ionian old saying popped out of his mouth: "A gentleman hides weapons... right?"

No, not at all. From the usage to the sentence, nothing is right... Racha wanted to say it, but he didn't say it. At times, his emotional intelligence would suddenly come online.

In their small talk, time passed quickly. It didn't take long for them to reach the inner city of the Immortal Fortress. Another group of soldiers who had already been prepared stepped forward and took over the tasks of the goatees. The soldiers were better equipped and had far more ruthless eyes.

The leader nodded slightly to him, saying hello, and then said in a low-pitched voice, "Please come with me, Master Racha, the commander and the instructor are waiting."