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......

The scene was suddenly quiet.

A black line appeared between Sivir and Achu's foreheads at the same time.

"So, you just rushed up like that?"

"Yes." Akshan seemed to recall some bad memories and pointed to the bandages wrapped around his body.

"I was beaten badly."

"But fortunately I survived."

Sivir exhaled a foul breath.

She couldn't imitate Akshan's way.

Facing a strong enemy.

What she had to do.

was to find a way to take away more soldiers and more people.

"Okay, little Sivir, don't waste time." Achu reminded.

Sivir reacted.

"Akshan, let the soldiers take the residents out. According to the plan in the communication, we will go to Barovka."

"Understood! It's ready and we can start right away." Akshan took the order and quickly went to the distance to get busy.

Sivir took advantage of this time.

Gathered hundreds of soldiers and dug pits next to these corpses.

Sivir walked to the pit.

With a solemn expression, he watched the soldiers place the bodies one by one in the pit.

Close your eyes and put your hands together.

"The bravest warrior of Shurima."

"Your captain will avenge you."

"I promise."

"I will do my best to bring the people you protect to a safe place."

"And your family will enjoy a lifetime of wealth and glory."

"......"

When it was Narimaj.

Sivir sent a message to the Lord of the Valley of Songs.

Therefore.

The residents had already prepared for migration.

Not long after, Akshan led the residents out of the city one after another.

The team set off again.

This time.

There were more people.

The convoy was larger.

Achu flew to Garfield's stretcher.

Use the spiritual objects obtained from the Valley of Songs to recover Garfield's injuries.

"When the hero wakes up, the pressure on the team will be much less."

"Li Yao's clone, the hero, and Akshan who has just obtained the godhood."

"The team has three godhood-level combat forces."

"The upper godhood combat force has a clone."

"The middle-level has a hero."

"The lower-level has Akshan."

"Three powerful men, let alone ordinary contestants, even the strong men of the level of the underworld can be dealt with."

"Little Xiweier, you can't count it like this." Achu's palms glowed green, and he smiled and shook his head.

"The underworld you are talking about is the underworld two days ago."

"Now it is the ancient battlefield. Killing contestants will receive the blessing of heaven, and the strength will rise by more than one level."

"It can be said that the overall combat power of the contestants is getting stronger every minute and every second."

"This is why I don't want to disturb Li Yao at this time."

"I see." Xiweier nodded thoughtfully.

The team marched forward.

Half an hour later.

Garfield woke up.

Six hours later.

The team arrived at the dilapidated Geno City.

The city was destroyed, but there were not too many casualties, which was a blessing in disguise.

Along the way.

Xiweier and others saw too many battlefields of strong men.

Changing the atmosphere in the midst of laughter and chatting.

When they attacked, they destroyed the world.

Every move, for ordinary people, was like the existence of destroying the world!

Even.

During this period of time.

Several strong men who were not weaker than Mingzhou had emerged.

They stood out in the killing and immersed themselves in a higher intensity of killing again.

"Sir Traveler... is fighting with these strong men."

Xiweier's eyes showed yearning.

Before becoming a general of a country.

Her only goal was to become stronger.

She longed to become stronger.

She longed to become like Sir Traveler, who could protect her people.

Ah Chu sat on Xiweier's shoulder and looked at Xiweier's expression at this time with a smile.

"Little Sivir."

"Wish for it devoutly."

"Maybe."

"Your path to godhood lies in your people."

......

Compared to the tranquility of the Narimaj team.

Other migrating teams are not so comfortable.

As time goes by.

The contestants are really angry.

With Li Yao's power.

Although they will not take the initiative to attack the Shurimans.

But just the aftermath.

Can make the Shurimans miserable.

The battlefield sweeps across.

The aftermath can penetrate the earth and destroy everything.

It often appears.

Two powerful men wrestle in the air.

The sweeping Qi force will kill a large number of transfer teams.

It's not that these transfer teams don't want to avoid the battlefield.

But...

There are battlefields everywhere!

There is nowhere to hide!

From the moment the Ascension War begins.

Shurima is no longer Shurima.

It is a battlefield.

Ancient battlefield!

......

West Hammer Village.

"Xiao Qian!" Zheng Lao San shouted, "Haven't you packed yet?"

"Hurry up! Meet at the village entrance, we'll be waiting for you!"

"Almost, almost." Xiao Qian stood at the door of the room and glanced at the empty room to see if there was anything left behind.

She took everything she should take.

Not even a hairpin was left behind.

After all, if she left this time, she might never come back.

Seeing the bed she had slept on for more than ten years.

Xiao Qian couldn't help but feel reluctant.

The quilt above was made by grandma using my eldest sister's clothes.

It was very thin and not very comfortable.

But I could smell my eldest sister's scent.

"Take it away."

Xiaoqian thought about it, ran back and rubbed the quilt into her bag.

"Puff." The sound of a soft object falling to the ground.

Xiaoqian bent down, "Pillow?"

For a moment.

Xiaoqian was a little absent-minded.

After a few seconds, her face turned slightly red.

Quietly, she looked around, especially at the window.

"No one... Everyone went to the village entrance."

"If I continue to use this pillow..."

"Can I still have the dream of that day..."

"Xiaoqian!?" Zheng Laosan's angry voice came from outside, "The soldiers are waiting for you, what are you doing!?"

"Here I come!"

Xiaoqian grabbed the pillow and stuffed it into her bag.

After thinking about it, she felt uneasy again, afraid that it would fall out during the long journey.

A lot of bottles and jars were turned out from the bag, and the pillow was put in first, and then the bottles and jars were stuffed back.

Then he hurriedly ran out of the room and the house.

Arrived at the entrance of the village.

Xiaoqian then knew.

Why was my father so anxious.

Their village received the news a long time ago.

They were going to migrate to a place called Barovica Continent and start a new life.

Since there were no armed people in the village.

They had to wait for the passing migration team to move together.

Now was the time for the troops to come.

Next to my father was a sergeant in armor.

There was a dark crowd behind him.

So many people were waiting for me...

Xiaoqian couldn't help but speed up her running.

"Sorry..."

Just then.

A golden light suddenly lit up at the horizon, as hot as the sun.

Xiaoqian stood there, staring blankly into the distance.

The golden light became larger and larger.

The outline became clearer and clearer.

The soldier was impatient: "Hurry up! What are you dithering for!"

Xiaoqian didn't say anything, raised her hand and pointed to the horizon.

The soldier turned his head to look.

Then he was also stunned.

The golden light shone.

The outline was extremely clear.

More and more people looked in the direction Xiaoqian pointed.

In the golden light, there was a figure.

And this figure.

As long as they were Shurimans.

Everyone was familiar with it!

The majestic sculpture standing next to the sun disk.

The object of worship for all Shurimans.

"Emperor Azir!"

The clear and loud voice resounded.

Like the sound of a bell, it reached the depths of everyone's soul.

"Shurima!"

"Your emperor is back!"

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