Chapter 174 Riven Returns Home

Zurich-Norway Non-Aggression Treaty

There's not even Piltover in the title, just Zaun and Noxus.

You two have reached a non-aggression agreement, so where is Piltover?

"You?!" Camille couldn't help but feel angry.

"Don't get excited, my old friend." Amystan didn't care about her emotions at all, and just explained slowly: "I am the future governor of Piltover. Of course, I will not sell my own territory."

She certainly didn't sell Piltover.

But she still made appropriate concessions and sold out Piltover's interests in Zaun.

"I have already discussed it with Levi. From now on, Zaun will belong to him and Piltover will belong to us."

“And the canal is an insurmountable dividing line of power.”

“He can do whatever he wants in Zaun, but the Windleader’s armed forces cannot cross the canal under any circumstances—to do so would be a declaration of war against the Noxian Empire.”

Amystan spoke with a smug tone, as if this was still her special concern for Piltover.

Camille was furious: "What about Piltover's assets in Zaun?"

"You are implicitly recognizing Zaun's independence and allowing these lunatics to grow stronger!"

"Heh." Amystan didn't care: "If you want peace, of course you have to make some sacrifices."

"The rise of the Windwarders is unstoppable. Your investment assets in Zaun are already on the verge of collapse. I am already doing a great job in helping you preserve your capital in Piltover."

"As for allowing them to grow and develop..."

Amystan and Camille's thinking and perspective are completely different.

In Camille's opinion, the Wind Leader Association has only occupied one district in Zaun, and the integrated force is enough to maintain a balance with Piltover.

If we continue to allow the Guild of Leaders to develop in Zaun and allow them to slowly occupy the entire Zaun, the delicate balance between the two cities will be completely broken, and the strength of the people of Zaun will completely crush Piltover!

Her worries are not without reason.

But in Amystan's opinion, this is too small and the pattern is too narrow.

"From now on, Piltover will no longer be a weak city, but a part of the great Noxian Empire! In this case..."

What would happen if the Wind Leader Association occupied the entire Zaun?

Even if their base develops from a district to a city, it is nothing more than the growth from an embryo to a baby.

In front of the huge adult man of Noxus, the tiny Zaun is simply not enough.

But the leader is also a bit sharp, and violent contact can easily cut himself.

So Amistan chose to coexist with the Leader.

It was like facing a hornet's nest.

If hornets don't cross the border to sting people, why would people risk being stung by destroying them?

Even if left alone, the hornet's nest will become bigger and bigger, and the hornets will multiply more and more, but they are ultimately just a group of hornets and cannot defeat humans.

"You are fooling yourself!" Camille protested fiercely: "At first everyone thought that the Wind Leaders would be satisfied after swallowing up the Zaun community . But they just sharpened their claws a little bit and swallowed up another district in Zaun!"

"And now you allow them to continue to develop and promise them the entire Zaun!"

“Who knows if they will ?”

"Do they dare?" Amystan snorted coldly: "I said that if they cross the canal, they will declare war on the empire."

"I'm not condoning the development of the Wind Leaders. I'm blocking their development ceiling and trapping them in Zaun. You should thank me for this, Camille!"

Camille wanted to say something else.

But she eventually gave up.

This was the price of being a vassal, and she needed to get used to it.

"Okay." Camille suppressed her anger and hid all kinds of dangerous thoughts.

She seemed to have made a concession, and then emphasized: "I need the Noxian Empire's garrison now-"

"The troops coming here cannot be just the third-line troops from the colony. They must be the elite troops of the regiment that can truly intimidate the Wind Leader Association!"

"This..." After a brief thought, Amystan also met her request.

"My regiment has just withdrawn from the Demacia battlefield on the western front and is currently resting in Triwell."

"Since you are so afraid of those Wind Leaders, then no problem - I will send a message now and ask them to assemble and board the ship and rush to Piltover."

…

Sailing thousands of kilometers west from Piltover, almost to the westernmost part of the Noxian Empire, there is a small town called Triwell, backed by mountains to the north and facing the sea to the south.

This place is very close to the border between the Noxian Empire and the Demacia Alliance, the pass called the Gate of Sorrow.

The two countries have fought countless wars over the centuries over this pass and border.

As a Noxian city close to the border, Triwell naturally became the logistics center and repair base of the Imperial Army.

Amystan's regiment had just experienced a great battle not long ago and was now resting and rotating in this small town.

And in this huge battle group, there is also a famous legion of rune swordsmen.

The leader of this Rune Swordsman Corps is none other than Riven, the legendary Noxian female general who was personally commended by His Majesty Darkwill for her outstanding performance and was awarded the Blackstone Rune Greatsword bestowed by the emperor.

At this moment, Riven did not indulge herself in various military entertainment facilities in the city like her comrades.

She went to the farm in the country of Terryville.

Because this is her hometown - she came from a country farm in this poor little town.

"Hey, Riven."

On the way back home, the female knight who was traveling with Riven couldn't help but ask her: "Didn't all your family members die... Sorry... I'm just curious, why do you suddenly want to go home?"

The one who was speaking was Riven's comrade-in-arms, her sworn brother-in-law, the female knight Marit with beautiful blonde hair.

Riven had originally planned to return home quietly by herself this time.

But after Marit knew about it, she rode her ostrich-like magic bird and chased after them relentlessly.

She said she was curious about what the land that gave birth to Riven would be like.

Riven agreed to take her with her.

"Why should I go back?"

"Well... because of her."

Riven was carrying her rune giant sword on her back and riding on a huge adult dragon lizard.

She pointed to a small package hanging on the dragon lizard's back and said, "This is Ona. She came from the same place as me."

This small package certainly can't hold a living person named "Oona" -

This contains Ona's urn.

She is dead.

"Are you familiar with this Ona?"

Marit was not at all sad about the death of the strange soldier.

She had seen enough death in her years in the Noxian military.

Marit was just curious: "Riven, is this your friend? I've never seen her before."

"Not really a friend." Riven said, "I just found out she's from the same hometown as me when I was checking the list of casualties."

"Think about it, we are in Triwell, not far away, so we might as well send her back to the country."

"after all……"

Riven lowered her head, her short white hair hanging down in a mess, covering her slightly complicated eyes and her wheat-colored face that was slightly rough from years of wind and sun:

"If I die, I will also hope that someone can send me back to my hometown."

Noxus used to send the remains of its fallen soldiers back home.

But not in the past few years.

There are too many dead people and we can’t deliver them all.

This Ona was originally buried in a mass grave. Riven discovered her by accident and brought her back on her own.

"If I were like her and had relatives in my hometown." Riven thought for a moment and added.

"Hahaha." Marit laughed. "You're so shy, like a rookie soldier."

"Don't even think about it. You are the famous Riven now, the leader of our Rune Swordsman Corps!"

"If you die heroically, you will be wearing the holy legion flag, sleeping in the most expensive nanmu coffin, and invited into the Hall of Heroes in the Immortal Fortress by the imperial soldiers with noble etiquette."

"Well... maybe." Riven did not comment.

Maybe she could enjoy this kind of treatment. But now that she is dead...it is useless to be glorious.

She doesn't really care.

Compared to the supreme honor of entering Valhalla after death, Riven envied Ona more - at least, there were people waiting for her at home.

"Hey." Marit seemed to realize something.

She rode the magic bird to catch up with Riven's dragon lizard, patted her thigh intimately, and joked:

"If you don't want to live in Valhalla, you can come to my house."

"My family cemetery is quite large, so adding one more person like you won't be a big deal."

Marit was born into a great noble family in Noxus, and her family's cemetery was quite large, perhaps larger than the entire farm in Riven's hometown.

"After you die, you have to take my last name, Captain Riven," she said with a smile.

"Fuck you!" Riven kicked her friend in annoyance, but missed.

Marit rode the magic bird and ran away, then said seriously:

"Don't be sad, our great hero."

"Is this your first time back home since you joined the army?"

"Be prepared to welcome everyone's enthusiastic cheers for you!"

"Yeah." Riven also regained her spirits.

She hasn't been back for many years.

Although she lost her relatives very early, she still has a few friends in her hometown.

When the folks in her hometown see that this great hero has returned, they will surely excitedly surround her to welcome her and ask for her autograph, right?

Just thinking about this scene... well, it's quite exciting.

Returning home with wealth and honor is always the highest spiritual enjoyment.

Riven is no exception to this vulgarity.

"How about we find a pit, trap your dragon lizard in it, distribute some imported cigarettes from Piltover, and ask the nearby villagers to come and help?"

Marit was still there, giving some good ideas.

Riven chatted and laughed with her all the way, and soon they were approaching the village she had left many years ago.

But her dragon lizard had not yet approached the village. Just by walking into the nearby farmland, it had already attracted the attention of farmers working in the fields.

"Look, they are coming to welcome us."

Marit said with some pride.

Both she and Riven wore the red and black armor of high-ranking officers of the Empire, and they should be welcomed wherever they went.

However, the next second...

"They are coming again - run!!!" But the farmers acted as if they had seen a ghost and ran away like birds and beasts when they saw them.

"Huh?" Riven was slightly stunned.

Marit couldn't help but chase after him on her magic bird, and picked up a fleeing farmer with one hand:

"Are you blind? Can't you see that I'm wearing Noxian armor?"

"I..." The farmer turned pale with fright and dared not speak.

Marit cursed again: "We have already driven the Germans away, why are you running away?"

The farmer then reacted:

"Yes, yes, sir..."