League of Legends

Chapter 843 Ionian Blood
The plowshare cuts through the hard soil on the surface, and under the spring sky, the earth's winter collection is opened.

Holding the plow frame, Maura followed the cattle on a small piece of farmland.

While holding the handle of the front beam intently, she muttered unfamiliar words jerky.

"Imai, Yibai, Vasha, Ana."

Hold the wooden handle tightly and walk forward.

With every step, the air is warmed with the fragrance of awakened fertile soil.

In the past few days, the rough handle of the plow has worn away the old calluses on her hands and awakened fleeting memories.

Maura bit her lower lip, put aside her inner thoughts, and continued to work.

"Mother, father, sister, brother."

The old cow turned its ears and dragged the plow forward.

The plowshare kicked up some gravel and galloped to Maura, but she didn't notice it.

She was wearing a rough blouse, the dirt-stained sleeves rolled up in a bundle.

Pants of the same texture have been dyed khaki.

The length of the pant hem, too short for its original owner, swept just past the ankle for her.

"Imai, Yibai, Vasha, Ana."

Maura repeated it over and over again, memorizing every word.

"Iza, son, Deda..."

She wiped away a strand of sweaty hair on the brow with her sleeve, and did not slow down.

Her arms are very strong, unlike a young girl, even more powerful than a grown man, and she can hold the plow frame steady with one hand.

The old farmer went home for his water-skin and lunch.

He said she could wait for him in a tree by the field, but she insisted on finishing the job.

A cool breeze blew on the nape of her sweaty neck, and she looked around.

Noxus once tried to force Ionia to submit, but Ionia would rather die, and Noxus wanted to destroy it.

Maura continued to push the plow frame.

Even if the empire mobilizes all its forces, it cannot prevent spring from returning to this land.

It has been more than a year since Noxus was driven out of the country, and the land is also glowing with emerald green.

In the air, there seems to be the beginning of discrimination, hope.

Maura sighed softly.

"Dida, daughter."

She began to read Yu again, holding the plow frame with both hands: "Yimai, Yibai."

"It's because of it."

A voice came from the shadows in the forest.

Maura stopped suddenly, slammed the plow handle in her hand, and the leather bridle reined in the old cow.

The plow hit a rough patch of soil and made a muffled sound.

This is not the voice of the old farmer.

Maura restrained herself, and let out a long breath between her lips.

Although it was just a voice, it was certainly not for the purpose of speaking.

Years of training told her body to go into a defensive stance, but she struggled to resist the urge.

Her body did not move, she continued to face the plow frame and the old ox in front.

Maura felt it was too light.

She tightly grasped the handle of the plow, and there was a heavy object next to her, which kept her stable.

But now, she can only vaguely feel the knife on the right side of her waist.

It's a short knife, and it's fine for cutting fruit and vegetables, but not much else.

"It should be read as cause."

In the forest, the figure of the speaker appeared.

"The ending sound is different."

The man walked forward as he spoke.

A mess of black hair was thrown back from the edges of his face, and a woven cloak was tucked around his shoulders.

Maura noticed that the cloak vaguely exposed the metal shoulder guard on his left shoulder, and did not cover the unsheathed sword beside him.

A samurai, but not a samurai serving a certain family or jurisdiction, but a ronin.

very dangerous!
Maura immediately commented on the man.

"Because."

He said it again.

Maura remained silent, not because she was speechless, but because she knew what kind of accent she was speaking with.

She walked around the plow frame, putting it between herself and the stranger with the perfect accent.

She pinned a lock of hair behind her ear, bent over the plow blade, and pretended to care about the stones in the earth.

A plow blade for cutting grass roots and clods should be more useful than that knife.

She had seen how the old farmer installed the plow frame that day, so she knew how to remove the plow blade.

"I don't remember seeing you when I was here last time, but I've been away for a while too."

said the person.

His voice was cold, full of wind and dust.

Maura never answered to break the silence between the two.

"I heard that they invited a judge, and Elder Suma's death has a new clue." The man continued.

Maura still ignored it, but patted the old cow lightly.

She pointed her finger at the leather rein, with a seasoned approach that seemed very familiar with this kind of work, and at the same time waved away the flying insects surrounding the old cow.

"Having said that, if you've just come here, you probably don't know much about the murder."

Maura finally raised her head to meet the stranger's gaze.

A stranger with a long scar across the bridge of his nose.

Maura could not help but wonder if the man who had left him with this scar was still alive.

His eyes were hard, but there was still curiosity hidden in them.

Through the thin soles of the shoes, Maura felt the ground tremble, and there was a sound like rolling thunder in the distance.

"Someone is coming." The man said with a smile.

Maura turned her head and looked in the direction of the old farmer's house on the hill.

Six armed cavalry had already crossed the ridge and rushed towards the cultivated land below the mountain.

"There she is."

Said one of the cavalrymen.

His accent was heavy, and Maura had been working hard to learn the language, but she understood the nuances with confidence.

The language of Ionia is really too difficult to understand.

"But is she alone?"

Another narrowed his eyes to scan the shade.

A short gust of wind lifted the plow frame and Maura into the shadows of the dense forest.

Maura looked at the place where the stranger was standing just now, but there was no sign of him.

The cavalry was approaching so quickly that she had no time to look around.

"It may be a ghost." The leading cavalry laughed and said, "The person who was hacked to death has come back to settle accounts with her!"

The cavalry slowed down and surrounded Maura, trampling the land she had just plowed.

The leading horse carried a cloth bag wrapped in hard objects.

Maura stared at the horse closely, while the other cavalry circled around her, the horse's hooves stepping heavily on the cold and hard ground.

She took one last look at Plowblade.

There were two cavalrymen with crossbows, and she was shot at them before she could get close.

Her fingers wanted to touch this makeshift weapon, but her reason told her not to move it.

Her muscles tensed, and a rush of hot blood rushed into her ears, rumbling.

You are going to die!

The sound of the pulse of the blood agitated her.

But they can't live either!
Maura's fingers began to reach for the plow blade.

"Let go of her!"

The coaxing voice of the old farmer's wife resounded across the field, interrupting Maura's hand towards the plow blade.

"Asa, hurry up, take care of yourself!"

The cavalry stopped their mounts.

The old farmer and his wife climbed to the top of the hill.

Maura bit her cheek hard, the severe pain subdued her fighting spirit.

She could not let Ionian blood be spilled on her fields.

"As I said, you wait at home until we finish our work." The leading cavalry said to the old farmer.

(End of this chapter)