LOL: The days of cultivating immortals in Rune Continent

Chapter 161 Riven: Where is the opponent? Fiona: It's me
"So white, so beautiful."

With his hands behind his head, Riven walked on the streets of Demacia, baring his white teeth, and then said, "What was the name of the thing we just sat on?"

"Hextrain, you're a wild monkey in Ionia." Eras said irritably.

Ionia was isolated from information. After the war, Ionia returned to its previous state. Various sects closed themselves off, and there was no news about Navoli, the powerful resistance army.

This is something that the world cannot understand. The Ionians are obviously very powerful, but they are willing to be bullied by others.

Are they all fools?
Therefore, the Ionians were unaware of Hextech and everything that was happening on Valoran.

Riven, of course, doesn't know either.

At this moment, walking on the main road of the capital, following several knights in exquisite armor, Riven said easily: "Why doesn't Noxus have it? This thing is really useful. It can cover such a long distance in an afternoon. If Noxus also has it and uses it to transport troops and supplies, then is it possible for the battle of Freljord to fail?"

"That's a long story."

"But now, can you restrain yourself a little?" Marit couldn't help but say.

Wearing Noxian special combat uniforms and escorting the white-haired Riven, they roamed the streets of the male city, and of course they attracted a lot of attention.

The hateful looks from the Demacians made Marit a little worried that the Demacians would riot and give them a beating.

Fortunately, there were Demacia soldiers guarding them, otherwise Marit's worries might have become a reality.

After hearing what Marit said, Riven sneered and said disdainfully: "Why should I restrain myself? Why should I restrain myself? I'm not a Noxian."

Marit was silent.

Well, as Riven said, she is not a Noxian now, and she is the one who was specifically wanted by Demacia, so she is likely to become a Demacian in the future.

Riven becomes Demacian?
Ha, Marit thought this was a bit outrageous.

But Marit believes that Riven will not refuse, because for Riven now, as long as she does not become a Noxian, she can integrate into any country.

She was completely disappointed with Noxus.

"Come this way, the king and Lord Rowan are waiting for you." Seeing Riven looking left and right, the soldier leading the way couldn't help but say.

"So who is Rowan you are talking about?" Riven asked, leaning forward.

The soldier paused and said seriously: "He is the hero of Demacia."

"I've never heard of this person." Riven said.

"Of course you haven't heard of him, but he is indeed a hero of Demacia." Erath said beside him. She added: "He has many achievements, the most famous of which is the Battle of Nokmokhe, where he destroyed two of our legions by himself and also repelled the Claw of Winter."

"You know about Winter's Claw, right?"

"Captured Darius' Winter Claw?" Riven asked.

"Yes, that's it. Rowan fought them off and defeated their leader." Eras said with emotion.

Black Lion Rowan.

This person seemed to have popped up suddenly and inexplicably became a prominent figure in Valoran.

Whether it is Zaun, Piltover, or some small countries in Valoran, there are stories about him and everyone knows him.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that in recent years, due to Hextech technology, the countries on Valoran have become closely connected.

The distance between us becomes closer, the contacts increase, and the deeds of some people will be passed on more.

Ten minutes later, Riven appeared on the Throne Mountain. She was wearing straw sandals, and her round toes were stained with mud. She looked dusty and dirty.

But he looked in good spirits.

She looked at the flowers with great interest and was taken by her servants to meet the king.

Marit and Erath were denied entry to the Throne Mountain and have now returned home.

Because their mission had been completed, Demacia drove them away. After all, there was no way that Demacians would like Noxians.

Therefore, although they really wanted to see with their own eyes what Black Lion Rowan looked like, and it was rumored that he was very handsome and good-looking, just an ordinary big boy, but... they had no choice but to go back.

Then, Riven saw Jarvan III. She recognized Jarvan III. Although he had not participated in the battle against Demacia, there were bounties for the assassination of Jarvan III everywhere in the Immortal Bastion. Therefore, when she saw the old man with white beard and who looked kind and charitable, Riven recognized him.

"Welcome to Demacia, Riven."

When Riven was looking at Jarvan III, a young man stood up beside her. He was not very tall and looked like an adult. He looked cute.

And Riven liked his looks, he reminded her of her relatives in Ionia.

"You are. Rowan?"

"Yes, Rowan, Rowan of Demacia."

"But you have an Ionian face."

Rowan pointed at Zhao Xin next to him and said, "Doesn't the butler also have an Ionian face?"

"So you are his son?" Riven said.

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"Hahahaha!" Jarvan III, who had been listening quietly to the conversation between the two, suddenly burst into laughter.

Jarvan III held his belly, looked at Zhao Xin who showed a helpless expression, and said loudly: "So I said, anyone who sees this kid Rowan for the first time will think he is your son, right?"

Zhao Xin did not say anything about Jarvan III's teasing, because he no longer wanted to complain about this matter.

But, actually, he also regretted it.

He should have adopted Luo Wen as his son back then. Given his age, it wouldn't be too much to even adopt him as his grandson, let alone his son!

But there was no hope now, because Rowan had become stronger than him.

"Are you the king?" Riven looked at Jarvan III again.

"Don't I look like that?"

"He looks much kinder than in the painting, but he really doesn't look like a king." Riven said after thinking for a moment.

On the side, Fiona stood up, looked at Riven and said coldly: "Rude beast."

"Who is she?" Riven didn't care even though she was scolded.

The environment she grew up in and the environment she grew up in have long made Riven insensitive to general insults.

Riven was often called a little bastard when she was a child.

After all, orphans who want to survive successfully in poor places will do some bad things to a certain extent.

Luo Wen thought for a moment and said, "She is your opponent."

"So you asked Noxus for me, actually you want to send me to the arena?" Riven said with a strange expression.

She is really beautiful. In terms of facial features alone, among the people Rowan knows, only Kaisa has better looking facial features than Riven. For example, now, Fiona is already very beautiful, but compared with the dirty and messy Riven, she is still a little lacking.

Riven's appearance is not typical white, but a bit mixed-race.

Her facial features are strong, but her face shape is soft, unlike the square shape of Westerners.

Take Fiona for example. From some angles, her face shape is too tough.

Riven obviously doesn't have this problem.

"No, no one is going to send you to the arena. There is no arena in Demacia. We only have the dueling arena." Rowan shook his head and looked at Riven. He continued, "I made a deal with Noxus. From now on, you are no longer a Noxian, but a Demacian."

“I didn’t plan to be Demacian,” Riven said, but she quickly added, “But I don’t have a choice, do I?”

"Yes," said Rowan.

"So take an assessment, Riven. Once you pass it, you will become a mentor at the War College, with five insurances and one fund, and food and accommodation will be provided, as well as a salary." Rowan said, looking at Riven.

"Where is my opponent?" Riven did not refuse, but asked directly.

"It's me." Fiona drew her sword.

Luo Wen watched with excitement.

This is a duel between two traditional top lane warriors.

(End of this chapter)