LOL: The days of cultivating immortals in Rune Continent

Chapter 188: Marson's Master
"Captain Irelia, we can't let him go on like this. The soldiers on the front line are already dissatisfied with this."

Irelia sighed in the house. The noise outside, the clamor of the people, and the lost crowd after the war made Irelia feel confused about her future. At this moment, the voices of the people below came to her ears again.

Irelia tilted her head to look and saw that the elderly woman was still talking with a serious expression on her face.

"If we allow Linton to continue talking like this, our morale will really fall apart. I know you are not prepared, and I can even guess that you don't want to be the leader of the Brotherhood. But if you don't come, then who else can lead us?"

"Irelia, it is because of you that we have the courage to resist Noxus. It is because of you that Navoli was able to take back this land. Even if the war has changed us, who can remain unchanged? Everything is changing, Irelia, you don't need to blame yourself for this. This is not your fault." She smiled bitterly, with a complicated expression on her face. Yes, everything is changing.

How could the Ionians of the past clamor to take up arms and fight others?
And she continued:

"In fact, we are the ones who should blame ourselves and feel guilty. It is us adults. It is our incompetence and stupidity that allowed a child to go to the battlefield and brought us victory. This is a shameful thing. No matter who says it, it is all our incompetence and their incompetence."

She looked at Irelia with a trace of sadness on her face, and whispered, "You want Navoli to return to peace, but you dare not use knives and guns against those Brotherhood members who want to occupy Navoli by hegemony. If you only rely on words, then this is what you get. Irelia, they have begun to push their feet. Now there are even rumors that if you don't want to lead the Brotherhood, then let someone else come. But if you give them the dominant power, won't the situation become worse?"

"Don't we have enough blood on our hands?"

"Do you want to make things more complicated and then solve it later? But if you really wait until then, it will be too late, Irelia."

"But...but I really don't know what I should do. I really don't know what I should do to make everyone happy." Irelia raised her head and looked at the woman.

Aunt Li, whose husband died two years ago, was one of the first rebels to follow Irelia. She was not a fighter on the front line, but she was also a fighter, helping with supplies, materials, and the wounded.

Irelia could not ignore her words. It was because of such a group of people that Irelia was able to persevere and fight to the end.

Holding back the grief in her heart and with a confessional tone in her voice, Irelia's face showed a pleading expression. Just like before, she hoped to hear the answer from this woman's mouth, just like her grandmother would tell her the answer.

She whispered, "Can you tell me? Can you tell me what I should do to satisfy everyone? Can I make everyone feel the same as before?"

"You are all fighting for me now. What the radicals say makes sense, and what the moderates say also makes sense. But, but there is only one Irelia. I cannot satisfy all of you, even though you are eagerly looking at me."

Placing her hand on her chest, Irelia murmured.

She couldn't do it. She really couldn't meet any of their requirements.

The Passionists believed that after driving out Noxus, they had to become stronger. In order to avoid the next invasion of Ionia, they had to seize land, expand their army, and strengthen themselves.

But is this any different from Noxus' hegemony?

The only difference here seems to be that the ruler changed from Noxus to the Navori Brotherhood?
This is not what Irelia intended, nor is it the direction that the Zan family wants, nor is it what grandma would want Irelia to do.

The pacifists believe that now that the war is over, everything should be allowed to return to peace. Hatred will only breed more hatred, and hatred will only make us no longer like ourselves. We were not like this before.

What they said made sense, leaving Irelia unable to make a decision.

Sorrow and pain infected her body. She continued to speak, her voice becoming a little choked: "Who should I believe? Aunt, who should I choose?"

"You should believe in yourself, Irelia"

Looking at the painful Irelia, the woman felt a little bit sorry.

Yes, she was only seventeen years old, she was still a child, she should not bear the hatred of an entire country. Tens of thousands of eyes were on her, and every day new faces she didn't recognize would appear, looking at her fanatically and placing their hopes on her.

Due to her age, she is simply unable to bear all this weight.

but.
Everyone knows that there is really no one else who can lead the Brotherhood except Irelia.

So, looking at Irelia, she couldn't help but said, "If it really doesn't work, just run away for a while, Irelia, run away, go out and relax, go out and see other places, that may bring you different insights, I believe that all spirits will guide you."

"Will all the spirits guide me?" Irelia raised her head and looked at Aunt Li.

She looked at Irelia lovingly, nodded, and said softly: "Yes, the spirits will definitely guide you. You are so kind."

"."

Irelia was silent.

Do you want her to go out and take a look?
But can she really go out and take a look?
Give up your current fraternity and go out alone?

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In July in Ionia, a girl wearing a conical hat, cloth clothes, with her black hair tied up high, and carrying a strange cloth bag on her back came to the south of Navoli.

Along the way, she visited many places. She met the Order of the Balance and learned about their teachings. Although she could not understand them, she was no longer so angry about their inaction. She also went to the snow-covered Pūbo and saw the temples and monks there. She was grateful for their contributions to Ionia.

She had wanted to visit the monastery's sanctuary, but was unsuccessful because after the war, the monastery was no longer open to outsiders. They were also affected by the war and could no longer cultivate their minds in peace.

During these months, she met many people and saw many things she had never seen before, but she still didn't understand which path she should choose.

But she really felt much better after coming out, just as Aunt Li said.

The heavy pressure is still there, but she can now ignore it, because every Ionian now carries a heavy past and no one lives a worry-free life.

Even the saints in the Temple of Eternity are losing themselves.

If even a supreme saint who has lived for thousands of years would be confused by this, what about her, a seventeen-year-old girl?

Thinking of this, I felt a little better.

So she decided to head south again to see the place where she had fought.

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"Hey girl, why are you here alone?"

The old farmer who was driving the ox cart suddenly asked. Irelia was eating dry food, and when she heard the voice, she quickly put down the dry food and said respectfully: "I plan to go to Weili to see Wuji."

"What are you going there for? No one lives there anymore. The poisonous gas has destroyed the place. We were unable to protect the land, and the local nature spirit is unhappy. That place is not suitable for human habitation now." The old farmer turned his head, looked at the girl, and asked with a strange look on his face.

"Besides, there are quite a few Noxians here recently."

"Noxus?" Irelia frowned, sat up straight, looked at the old farmer, and said in a deep voice: "Can you tell me about it?"

"Of course, this is not a big deal. After the war, many Noxians were afraid that the Brotherhood would come and kill them, so they fled to the south to live. Yes, you heard it right, living with the southerners of Navoli."

"Why? Don't you all hate them?" Irelia blinked.

This matter was impossible to happen in the camp. Irelia once said to let those Noxians go home and expel them, and then she was assassinated.

Well, it was an assassination, and it was done by one of our own people.

Irelia's weapons were stained with the blood of the Ionians, something she would never forget.

So it came as a real shock to her to hear the old farmer say that the Ionians to the south lived with the Noxians.

"Ha, hate? Of course I hate it! I wish I could kill them with my own hands, but what can I get in return?" The old farmer laughed and continued, "I will get a momentary pleasure, but what awaits me is endless sadness? Girl, I am not saying that I don't want revenge, of course I do, but I am afraid that after I have taken revenge, I will lose the purpose of living."

"Even now, I haven't forgotten the hatred, but I no longer think about killing them. Of course, I don't deal with them either." The old farmer drove the old cow forward, heading south.

"I just want to live a good life now, and then rest in the ground with this hatred. If possible, I don't want future generations to be blinded by hatred." The old farmer's voice reached Irelia's ears, making her eyes brighter.

"But the good news is that these guys have left. I heard that Noxus is calling them back, you know? Girl, some time ago there was news that a master was living in Marsen. I haven't seen him with my own eyes, but I have heard a lot about him."

"What about killing hundreds of Noxians with one move, flying down from the sky, and being so handsome that it's unbelievable?"

"Haha, that must be a story made up by the locals. If there really is such a master, why didn't he show up when the Noxians invaded us?" The old farmer spat on the ground with disdain and said loudly.

"Master, Marson?"

"Yes, aren't you going to the south? If you have the chance, how about you help me to witness it?"

Irelia said nothing, just stared at the old farmer's back in silence.

An expert?
What the old farmer didn't know was that there were indeed many masters in Ionia.

Many people think that Irelia won the war, but in fact, the war was won because of the Saint's action. She destroyed a hundred-meter-long warship with one blow and sank thousands of Noxians in the sea with one move. It was because of her that the Noxians lost their will to fight.

And Irelia knew there were many more masters like her in Ionia.

So, you are an expert?

Taking a deep breath, Irelia asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to Marsan?"

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Outside a wooden house in Malson.

Seti was attacking a branch, and next to him was Rowan, who was sitting on a bamboo lounge chair and waving his fingers.

After looking at Rowan and then at the branches in front of him, Seti bared his teeth, feeling unhappy.

Damn it.
He fought for three months with just a piece of broken wood and still couldn't beat it!

If a piece of wood is so powerful, then how powerful must this guy Rowan be?
Forget it, this is not what he should think about now. What he should do now is to strengthen himself as soon as possible, defeat this broken branch, and then start the next stage of training prepared for him by Rowan.

Smoke rose up, and Luo Wen, who was lying on the chair, moved his nose. Hmm, it was Yu cooking.

This is the good thing about being a wife. Think about when I was at home, Lux, Kaisa, and Sona, none of them could cook!

That’s right, Sona can’t cook either!

Although Sona gives people the impression that she is a wife with full skills, apart from music and cleaning, Sona's cooking skills are really not good.

As for Lux and Kashaha, Sona at least knows how to cook something. It may not taste good, but it is edible. But what about these two? They are really the kind of people who just open their mouths to eat and stretch out their hands to wear clothes.

Just as he was thinking, Luo Wen suddenly raised his eyes, looked forward, and then raised his hand.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Seti, who was holding the branch, shouted loudly, then screamed and watched the branch rush towards the jungle.

I turned my head to look at Luo Wen and saw that he had sat up straight.

"when--"

When a collision sounded, Seti quickly pricked up his ears and looked towards the jungle.

I saw a row of beautiful metal blades flying in the air and colliding with the branches.

When Luo Wen saw the row of blades, he showed a surprised expression, and then he withdrew his hand.

Without his spiritual power, the branches were instantly crushed into powder by the blade.

Accompanied by rustling sounds, a graceful figure walked out of the jungle.

Her hair was tied up, revealing a smooth forehead, heroic eyebrows and beautiful eyes. Under the pair of clean and beautiful eyes was a small and delicate nose. Her red lips were parted, and she seemed to be surprised.

"Excuse me. Does the master of Marsan live here?"

She asked in a very low voice.

(End of this chapter)