LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Slaves in the Noxus Empire... no, it should be said that it is nothing new in all of Runeterra.

It's just that in Demacia they are called peasants, in Bilgewater they are called boatmen, and in the Twin Cities they are called body laborers. Shurima, Freljord, and Noxus are more honest and call them slaves.

These slaves did logistics and labor for the imperial army in peacetime, and dug fortifications and served as cannon fodder for the army in wartime.

During a longer period of peace, they would also be transformed into labor slaves and serfs, and sent to factories and manors controlled by military aristocrats to sell their blood and sweat.

In the Amistan Warband, the slaves have more functions.

Because Amistan pursues "technical innovation" and loves biochemical weapons such as gas bombs and virus bombs. Therefore, the slaves under her command had to play the role of "experimental volunteers" once in a while.

In short... the whole army knows that the slave camp is not a place for people to stay at all.

But at this moment, Riven wanted to escort her childhood playmate from her hometown to this slave camp with her own hands.

Seeing that the camp of the slave army was getting closer and closer, Crete finally collapsed.

"Riven, don't send me there! I don't want to be a slave anymore...please," he begged.

And he had just put it on for two months, and the Noxus sergeant armor that made him so proud had already been stripped clean.

All of a sudden, he seemed to have turned back into the shivering farmer crouching at the landlord's feet.

"Riven, help me..."

Crete said nothing and stopped moving forward. He staggered and knelt on the ground, just like how he saw Master Riven riding a tall dragon lizard back to his hometown in the countryside of Triwell nearly two months ago.

Riven wasn't riding the dragon lizard at this time, but the height gap between them seemed to be even greater.

"Please, help me..." Crete cried hoarsely.

"..." Riven replied awkwardly: "This is the general's order, I can't help you."

Crete wouldn't listen. He just kept pleading: "Riven, we're friends, aren't we? Do you remember, Riven? When we were kids, we used to fish together, climb trees together, steal the leftover bread from Master Kava... .”

"Stop talking." Riven gritted her teeth: "Kriter, I really can't help you."

"You...live well. As long as you can make meritorious service on the battlefield, it is possible for slaves to regain their freedom..."

As she spoke, she couldn't go on.

Because she knew she was lying.

Amistan's favorite tactic is to use the slave army as a target to attract the enemy, and then use covering fire bombs and gas bombs to shoot these cannon fodder slaves together with the enemy.

In other Chapters, slaves may have the slightest chance of gaining freedom through military exploits. But here, the only ending for slaves is death.

"Riven!" Crete clearly knew his own fate.

He begged Riven desperately. Riven froze here, unable to speak or move.

Finally, Marit on the side sighed: "Riven, get going. You can't help him."

"Hmm..." Riven finally responded.

"Crit, let's go," she said to her childhood playmate, who was kneeling on the ground.

Crete: "..."

He looked at Riven in despair, and then looked around, with a flash of determination in his eyes.

"Don't run." Riven read his thoughts. She murmured, "Don't run."

But Crete wouldn't listen. He ran away like crazy and ran away for his life.

Riven froze for a moment, but didn't move.

"Riven?" Marit looked at her with concern.

Finally, Riven moved. She took a few big steps lightly, and caught up with Crete who was desperately fleeing.

She grabbed the chain that was tied around Crete's neck, pulled him lightly, and dragged him to the ground.

"Krit, get up." Riven couldn't bear to say, "Don't force me anymore."

Crete lay dead on the ground, hugging the electric pole by the side of the road, and would rather die than get up.

Marit couldn't stand it anymore: "Riven, let me do it."

"Yeah." Riven handed the chain to her best friend.

Marit tugged lightly, like dragging a dead dog, and dragged the weeping Kriter down the street.

After a while, they escorted Crete and other soldiers to the gate of the slave camp.

The officers of the slave camp took the shackles of these new slaves from their hands, and drove them into the gate of the barracks like a huge mouth of the abyss, just like picking up piglets in a slaughterhouse.

"Riven!" Crete finally broke down completely. The moment he stepped into the slave camp, he struggled and turned around and cursed: "It's you! It's all you! It's you who killed me!"

Riven was speechless.

"Enough!" Marit defended Riven angrily: "Isn't it you who violated the military order and violated military discipline? We have already done our best to help you, and the matter has developed to this point, and you deserve it!"

"Deserve it?" Crete yelled with red eyes: "How long have I been a soldier, and how many bad things have I done?"

"If I deserve to die because of my bad deeds, what about you? The requisition team, the labor camp, the slave camp, aren't these all the masterpieces of you officers and lords?"

"You are the real murderers, executioners, and slave traders! You are the ones who destroyed Triwell, Noxus, and the entire Runeterra!"

"..."

"I..." Finally, he was dragged away by the crowd with tears in his eyes: "I want to go home."

With the disappearance of Crete, the world seemed to be quiet.

But Riven's hands were trembling slightly.

"Don't listen to him." Marit held Riven's hand and comforted her, "It's not your fault."

"I shouldn't have taken him into the army." Riven sighed.

"You're helping him. If he doesn't join the army, he won't be able to live in the countryside." Marit said, "This time, he himself robbed civilian girls and corrupted military discipline, which made General Amistan angry."

She seemed to be right.

But what made Crete unable to survive in the countryside. And what made an honest farmer turn into a military ruffian who robs civilian women immediately after joining the army?

Riven couldn't help but fell into deep thought...

"Marit." She suddenly asked with emotion: "Do you still remember what Orianna said?"

"You mean the so-called 'everyone is equal' advocated by that girl..." Marit originally wanted to say it as a joke.

But for some reason, even she couldn't laugh this time.

Because she just saw with her own eyes that Crete, who was still strong in front of Colin and his daughter before, was sent to the slave camp just because of General Amistan's words.

Orianna seems to be right, "In front of the strong, you are just weak."

Living in this kind of world where the jungle eats the jungle, they may be eating meat one second, and become a delicacy on someone else's plate the next.

"Tell me, will we be like Crete in the future..." Riven felt sad.

"Impossible!" Marit denied through gritted teeth, "We are extraordinary warriors of Noxus, not mortal soldiers who can be used as consumables!"

"Maybe..." Riven nodded.

But doubts still hovered in her mind.

What brought Crete to this point? Is Orianna right or wrong? Can that kind of world where everyone is equal really be built?

"Let's go, let's go back." Marit didn't want to talk any more, and just urged her to leave.

Riven stepped away, putting her hands in her pockets inadvertently.

She found that there seemed to be something in her pocket.

She remembered.

It was something she confiscated from Orianna, put it in her pocket and forgot to hand it in——

A volume of "A Brief Introduction to Janna's Thought".

Riven subconsciously took this "A Brief Introduction to Janna's Thought" out of her pocket.

Marit's face changed slightly when she saw this: "Riven! Why are you wearing such a thing? If General Amistan finds out about this, she won't be happy."

"I forgot to hand it in." Riven explained casually.

"Then go back and hand it in quickly, and don't let anyone find out and chew your tongue behind your back."

"Yeah." Riven nodded.

She was going to listen to Marit and put the booklet away and hand it in.

However, she who was always curious about the leader, after experiencing today's series of changes, couldn't help but...

Turned over before retracting the pocket.

"Don't look." Marit stretched out her hand to stop it.

And at this moment, Riven just turned to one of the pages.

This booklet is called "A Brief Introduction to Janna's Thought", but it is actually a portable brochure, which only contains part of the essence of the theory of thought.

The other part of this booklet contains several political commentary articles by Li Wei to help readers understand the current struggle situation and look forward to the future direction of struggle.

For example, the page Riven turned to had a very eye-catching headline written on it:

"Noxians, What Are You Fighting For?" "