Chapter 361 Katarina and the Knight of Justice
The next morning, Wuji Mountains.
Talon, Katarina, and LeBlanc, all three disguised themselves as Ionian farm boys and began their mission.
And accompanying them on the mission were many real Ionians.
However, these Ionians did not come here voluntarily.
They were captured by the Noxians.
And the role they need to play this time is "Shield of the Empire".
Yes, the powerful Noxian warriors now need the weak Ionians to serve as their shields.
"Behave yourself!"
"When we get to the battlefield, you will stand with us. Even if the sky falls, you are not allowed to run away. Do you understand?"
"Whoever wants to escape...haha, I promise. Your legs are not faster than our swords."
The imperial soldiers pressed the points of their swords against the civilians' backs, forcing them to become their human shields.
With these Ionian civilians protecting them, the Windleader's invincible Bluebird 1 drone will no longer be able to bomb Noxus' mountain-attack troops at will.
"General du Coquet is a man of extraordinary wisdom."
"Didn't those leaders say they were doing it for the masses? Well, let's see whether they want the masses or victory this time! Hahahaha..."
As if to relieve the psychological pressure of going onto the battlefield, the Noxian soldiers burst into laughter.
The scene was lively, as if they had already won.
But what these soldiers didn't know was that they were actually no different from these kidnapped Ionians. They were just cannon fodder arranged in advance by Du Caudillo and LeBlanc.
"Even if the Wind Leaders don't use drones, they won't be able to break through the defense line guarded by Irelia."
"This is a battle that is doomed to fail. Many people will die." LeBlanc hid among the Ionians and whispered her final instructions to Talon and Katarina: "And what we have to do..."
"It means surviving the chaos that followed, and then being rescued by those kind-hearted Wind Leaders and brought back to their camp as Ionian refugees - do you understand?"
"Understood." Tyrone and Katarina nodded secretly.
"Pay attention." Leblanc reminded again: "You are now playing the role of a farm boy from Ionia, and your skills are not much better than those of ordinary people."
"Swords and knives are merciless on the battlefield, and the battle to capture the mountain is bound to be fierce. If someone attacks you later, and you can't avoid it with your mortal skills, then..."
So what should we do at this time?
"We won't hide." Tyrone and Katarina both gave perfect answers.
If you can't hide, just stand there and wait for death.
They would rather die than expose their abilities and affect the missions assigned to them by the empire .
This is the basic quality of a death warrior.
"Very good." Leblanc nodded with satisfaction.
When she raised her head again, she looked flawless, a pitiful girl who was innocently dragged into the war and was filled with fear and despair.
Compared to LeBlanc, Talon and Katarina's professional acting skills seem to be much inferior.
And so, with the trio’s masterful role-playing, they blended seamlessly into the midst of these desperate Ionians.
Then, amidst the curses and expulsions of the Noxians, and the cries of fear of the Ionians, the doomed battle to attack the mountain finally began.
"Everyone be careful, the leader may appear at any time."
The soldiers were arrogant and aggressive before the war, but became extremely cautious when they actually stepped onto the battlefield.
After all, they had already experienced deeply in the past month how difficult it was to capture this hill and how terrible the casualty rate of the vanguard troops participating in the mountain attack was.
So, the soldiers first took those who served as human shields and carefully crossed two hills that had been razed to the ground by the fire;
A group of elite warriors served as the vanguard, killing the resurrected "refreshed" evil spirits while crossing the Death Valley polluted by dark energy.
In the past, this short distance alone would have been enough to make the Noxians despair.
The suicide drones that kept falling from the sky, the gorgeous fireworks that bloomed mercilessly, and the evil spirit zone that the Balance Cult deliberately left uncleaned and was used as a defense tower by the Wind Leader...
It was impossible for the Noxian soldiers to take another step forward.
And this time:
"We're coming, we're coming!" The Leader did not use drone bombing again, allowing the Noxians to successfully pass through the valley where evil spirits were rampant .
The soldiers cheered for this, but...
"Here they come." LeBlanc used her eyes to remind Katarina and Talon beside her.
She was like a wise prophet. Soon, disturbing noises came from the sky ahead.
That's the sound of the wind.
Then, as expected, the leader and the rebel fighters fell from the sky amid the whistling wind.
"Ionia, the spirit is strong!"
"Goddess Janna's forgiveness!"
“Slash the Wild Wind’s Breath! Slash the Wild Wind’s Breath! Slash the Wild Wind’s Breath, slash, slash, slash…hahahahahahaha.”
When these sounds rang out on the battlefield, Noxian soldiers fell one after another like leeks harvested by a sickle.
Catalina and the other two were mentally prepared for this.
But what they didn’t expect was…
"Demacia!" A familiar slogan suddenly came from the sky.
A blonde girl fell from the sky and casually threw out a mechanical staff that flashed with a faint blue hextech light.
The staff deformed in the air and quickly turned into a giant mechanical cannon with a cool RGB light bar exterior and an extra-large caliber barrel.
“Hex—”
"Ultimate Flash!"
A column of blazing light fell from the sky and swept through the valley like a giant plow.
This huge movable beam of light flexibly avoided the Ionians on the battlefield, but it burned all the Noxian soldiers and the ground it could illuminate into a pool of almost liquefied lava.
"This..." Catalina couldn't help but be stunned.
The mages of Demacia now dare to go to the battlefield openly?
Uh... No, I missed the point.
"Hey, why are the Demacians here?!"
Katarina had just left the Demacia battlefield on the western front and followed her father to the Ionia battlefield on the easternmost front.
They were a whole continent apart, how could she still see the Demacians?
Katrina was confused.
It was this moment of doubt that made her lose her vigilance towards the chaotic battlefield.
"Come here, you Ionian bastard!" A Noxian officer, blood-thirsty, rushed over with a knife in hand.
Catalina tensed up all over and subconsciously wanted to dodge.
But she remembered Leblanc's previous instructions.
No, you can't hide.
There are so many eyes on the battlefield, she can't expose her skills.
So Catalina resisted the urge to dodge, and just stepped back tremblingly like an ordinary frightened person.
The Noxian officer rudely put a knife to her neck and held her in front as a hostage:
"Get out of the way, everyone! Let me leave, or I will kill this woman!"
The officer treated Catalina as his amulet in the chaotic battlefield, holding her up and yelling hysterically.
"Oh no..." Catalina could feel that the officer's emotions were getting out of control.
His knife had already cut her neck, torn her skin, and began to penetrate deeper into a more deadly place.
Blood was already gushing out like a stream. If the blade had gone half an inch deeper, she would have died right here. Even if the blade hadn't gone any deeper, she would have died from excessive bleeding if she hadn't received timely treatment.
This officer was also an extraordinary warrior. His knife was very fast and his strength was even greater. He did not hold back at all when he was emotionally excited.
What's worse is that his previous hysterical roar has attracted the attention of the leaders around him.
If Catalina tried to break free, she would inevitably expose herself in public.
what to do?
"Am I going to die like this?" At this moment, Catalina thought a lot.
She is not afraid of death at all. Yesterday, Leblanc asked her to commit suicide, and she did it without a second thought.
But the key point is that she “didn’t even think about it” at the time;
But now, she was like a broiler chicken with its neck cut and bled alive. She could only slowly wait for her death amid the clear sound of blood flowing.
In this situation, she had a lot to think about.
"Don't forget what your father taught you, Katarina." She told herself in her heart: "Compared to life, the mission is the most important."
But Catalina soon discovered that she was indeed not afraid of death.
But she never wanted to die in such a ridiculous way.
Her dream is to become a hero of the empire, not an unknown scapegoat who is inexplicably killed by her own people.
"Fran, Talon..." Katarina instinctively looked at her two teammates, hoping to get help from them.
But the battlefield was in chaos, and Tyrone was busy trying to survive, so he had no time to pay attention to her.
LeBlanc noticed her.
But there was only indifference in the woman's eyes, as if warning her: "Katerina, complete your mission."
Katrina: “…”
She was desperate.
With noble birth, amazing talent, and more than ten years of self-torturing training, he is only waiting for the day when he can slay the enemies with a sword, show his skills, and serve the empire under the name of the hero of the ominous blade.
But in the end, she died as a poor village girl.
Death is almost worthless.
Just like those imperial soldiers sent by her father to die, they were nothing more than cannon fodder who didn't even deserve to have their names left behind.
"Father, I'm sorry..." Catalina closed her eyes in despair.
The officer's blade seemed like it would rip her throat in the next second.
And just at this moment...
"Ugh——" the officer cried out in pain and looked back in disbelief.
Suddenly, a Demacia heavily-armored knight jumped out of the bushes.
He was just like the most low-key and despicable assassin, appearing behind the officer like a ghost with a secretive posture that even a robbery master would call an expert.
"Die, you cunning villain!"
A righteous backstab, the greatsword pierced into the back of the chest.
A fatal blow, followed by a body dump, and then a gentle princess hug:
"Miss, are you okay?"
