Chapter 225 Blood Oath
Riven still remembered the night she and Marit became sworn sisters.
The enemy surrounded them in darkness, and the screaming sound of bombs constantly tortured their spirits. The sound lingered in the air, so long that it made people panic. Sleepiness felt like a thing of the past life, and it was impossible to close an eye here.
And if they really fell asleep, the enemy assassin would sneak up on them under the starry night sky.
The night was hopeless.
Marit said, "It's really scary here. But together, we can make it a better place."
Riven is not well educated, so she can't say such profound lines.
But she looked up at the imperial noble - the noble was also stained with blood, the blood of the enemy, and also Marit's own blood, which was shed for her, an orphan born of serfs.
So, for some unknown reason, Riven believed Marit.
She believed that her blood and the blood of her comrades would not be shed in vain, that this place would become a better place under the rule of Noxus, that the Noxian people would have a promising future, and that the empire would become great again.
Marit stood up and put a fist to her chest. "For Darkwill."
"For Darkwill." Riven saluted in return: "Thank you, Captain."
She shook her head. “You can call me Marit.”
…
" Marit , put down your sword!" Amystan shouted coldly, "You are treasonous and you are pointing your sword at your superiors... Do you want to betray the Noxian Empire and His Majesty Darkwill?"
“Fuck Darkwell!” Marit screamed hysterically.
With this roar, it was as if the world was muted.
The tsunami storm that had been raging around the twin cities seemed to have ceased to make any sound.
Riven looked at her best friend in disbelief. The general's guards at the scene were also looking at her in shock as if she were an alien.
"Marit." Amystan sneered: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
“I know!” Marit roared in a low voice: “I’m talking about the mad king who pushed the empire into the abyss!”
Amystan lost her smile: "It seems that you don't want to live anymore."
"Are you planning to let us survive?" Marit said like crazy: "We have been cannon fodder, consumables, and extra pawns in your hands since the beginning, aren't we?"
"I know that you just want to use Riven and me as a stepping stone for you to bow down to the leader and trample us to death."
"..." Amystan's face was gloomy.
Some things are better left unsaid in the heart; it would be immature to speak them out publicly.
Girl, can't you just die quietly?
Amystan turned to look at Riven with murderous intent: "Riven, put down the sword."
Of course Riven didn't dare put down her sword at this time.
But even though the reality was clear, she still looked at Amystan with difficulty: "General, is this true?"
Is she, Riven, the warrior commended by His Majesty and the commander of the Rune Swordsman Legion really just a consumable that can be discarded at will?
"Oh." Amystan sighed.
She shattered the last bit of fantasy in Riven's heart: "Why bother? Do you have to fight to the bitter end and kill a few more of your comrades before you are willing to die?"
"I..." Riven's face turned pale, and her hands holding the hilt of the sword were shaking slightly. She really didn't have the courage to swing the sword at her comrades.
"Riven." Marit slowly walked over to her.
She said, "Riven, I was wrong before. The empire we fought for half our lives was never home."
"The empire will never be great again - because, as the pamphlet says, it is outdated."
"Riven, from now on, please live for yourself."
Marit said, looking up and whistling.
Her mount, a demonic bird shaped like a giant ostrich, quickly ran towards its master from the side.
"Humph, you want to escape?" Amystan glanced at the guards beside him and said, "Go!"
"General," the guards asked, "Do you want him alive or dead?"
"It doesn't matter." Amystan said, "Just make sure to get the Black Stone Rune Giant Sword back intact."
Riven: “…”
She finally understood that her sword was actually more valuable than her.
She was just a sword stand chosen by His Majesty the Emperor at random. That was all.
At this moment, it was as if something collapsed. With this collapse, Riven's entire spirit and energy were gone.
“Riven, let’s go!” Marit woke her up from her distraction.
At this time, the general's guards were already charging at them with swords raised like wolves and tigers. They were all powerful warriors, and their strength and numbers were so great that Riven and Marit could never deal with them.
What's more, Riven was still in a daze at this moment.
When the empire she had devoted half her life to wanted her to die, she no longer knew what she was fighting for.
“At least for me—” Finally, Marit said resolutely: “Survive, Riven!”
Riven was silent for a while
Mountains of swords and seas of knives are already pressing in from all directions.
Marit didn't even have time to reunite with her demon bird before she was about to be drowned by the cold light.
"Wind Slash!" Finally, Riven took action.
She slashed out with all her strength, splitting the ground with one sword, and forced back the guards who were rushing towards Marit.
But this is just the beginning.
These battle-hardened guards paused only for a moment before advancing towards them with swords raised.
Riven swung the rune sword in a round circle several times before she was able to create a path.
"Let's go!" Marit immediately rolled over onto the back of the demon bird and reached out to Riven.
Riven didn't hesitate this time. She instinctively grabbed Marit's hand and leapt onto the demon bird.
The demon bird seemed to sense its master's despair and ran for its life.
"Don't let them run away!" The guards chased after them.
In an instant, bows and arrows, javelins, throwing axes, and all kinds of weapons came at them like a rainstorm.
Riven tried her best to activate the rune energy of the giant sword, and finally held up the shield, but it collapsed instantly under the tide of attacks.
Those seemingly ordinary arrows not only tore through her rune shield easily, but also penetrated deeply into her Noxian officer armor like chiseling through cardboard.
"Ah!" she groaned.
“Riven!” Marit waved the reins desperately and looked back nervously.
"No, it's okay..." Riven gritted her teeth and pulled out two bloody arrows from her back.
As blood spurted out, she simply pulled hard, tearing off the hundreds of pounds of fine steel armor on her body and threw it on the ground.
This armor is a symbol of honor for the commander of the Rune Swordsman Legion, and it is also the reward she has always dreamed of as an imperial soldier.
Now, it only slowed her escape from the Imperial army.
“Riven, hold on,” Marit said. “As long as we can hold on and escape Piltover, and make it to the mountains of the Great Barrier in the north… I, we still have hope.”
Her voice was trembling.
"Hmm..." Riven's answer wasn't that powerful either.
Because they all know how difficult this journey is.
In a city with complex terrain, the speed advantage of the magic bird cannot be fully utilized.
Not to mention, Amistan's generals' guards are all equipped with mounts, and their running speed is definitely not inferior to theirs.
No matter how hard they tried to escape, the pursuers behind them kept on chasing them. Not only did they fail to shake off these former comrades, but they were also getting closer and closer.
"Has that been enough fun?"
Amystan rode a pure-blooded dragon lizard and followed behind leisurely as if she was on vacation. She said, "Do you think that you two can really escape from Piltover, which I control?"
"Give up resistance sooner, so that I can let you die more easily. Otherwise... you should know my methods."
Riven : “…”
"Don't listen to her!" Marit yelled.
Riven nodded and continued to grit her teeth and persevere.
Although they were safe for the time being, they had no ability to escape from the pursuers.
And gradually, Riven began to feel the strain.
She seemed to be able to feel that the wound on her back was festering and spreading rapidly. It was as if a black hole was embedded in her body, a black hole that was endlessly swallowing up her physical strength and life.
"That arrow... is... poisonous?" Riven then remembered that Amystan was an expert in using poison.
She liked the invention of the Zaun alchemist so much that she would certainly not refuse to give it to herself and the guards around her for use.
"Marit, we..." Riven was desperate: "It seems we can't leave."
"..." Marit remained silent.
Then, the next second.
The skilled rider performed a trick on horseback, leaped back lightly, and then moved to sit behind Riven.
"Riven, you hold the reins." Marit put the reins into Riven's hands.
Riven took the reins subconsciously.
She thought Marit had some trick up his sleeve, but...
Marit stabbed her beloved demon bird's butt with a sword, causing the demon bird to run forward uncontrollably.
Then she said to Riven: "Riven, live well."
"You?" Riven's eyes widened.
She wanted to say something, but it was too late.
Marit jumped back and flipped over, then landed steadily on the ground, and then stood alone in front of Amistan and others who were chasing after her.
"Marit!" Riven instinctively wanted to turn back.
“Don’t come back!” Marit yelled at her, gritting her teeth. “I was the one who decided to protect Crete. This happened because of me, so I should bear the consequences!”
"Riven, you have to live well—"
"Not for any damn empire, but for yourself and for me!"
