Chapter 237 Genuine Counterfeit Goods
Riven knows the character of Noxians too well.
Being blindly humble and elegant will only make people despise you, while arrogance based on strength will gain the respect of the Noxian people.
So she said, "Go back and tell your commander that the Wind Leader is here!"
The officer was slightly stunned, and then his expression changed drastically: "Leader, Leader of the Wind? Follower of the Goddess Janna?"
There are many gods in Runeterra, but the most popular one right now is undoubtedly the goddess Janna.
After all, the other gods haven’t appeared online in person for a long time, and only Janna showed off her skills to the mortals in the Twin Cities not long ago.
"Go away!" Riven looked at the severed hand on the floor with deliberate impatience: "Take your hand with you before you leave, and don't dirty my friend's house."
Her words were full of murderous intent, showing no mercy at all. The officer was in a trance and thought he was facing his own military superior.
But this way of speaking is most effective for Noxians.
As expected. His face was uncertain for a while, and after some hesitation, he reluctantly picked up his severed hand and turned around to flee with the team.
Only after the officer left did everyone finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thank you." Fia looked at Riven gratefully.
But the girl was quick-witted. She quickly asked worriedly, "Orianna... now that your identity has been exposed and you've attracted the attention of the Noxians, isn't this dangerous?"
"No." Riven said calmly: "Noxus has always only respected the strong. If we reveal the identity of the Leader, they will be afraid of the power of Goddess Janna and be cautious of us."
"I see..." Feiya breathed a sigh of relief.
But she still found a problem with this method: "But Orianna, how can we make those Noxians believe in your identity as the leader's envoy?"
"This is Ionia, after all, not the Twin Cities. No leader has ever come to Ionia before."
"I know you are the leader, but what if they don't believe you are the leader?"
"Uh..." Riven was silent.
After all, this was just an emergency solution she was forced to come up with in a hurry.
She really didn't have time to seriously consider how to prove her identity .
"Oh, I understand!" In silence, Fia figured it out on her own.
She looked at Riven expectantly. "I heard that you wind leaders can use divine power to control the wind and manifest the thread of faith. Orianna, you must want to use this method to prove your identity, right?"
Riven: “…”
It's over, it's over now!
In her haste, she actually forgot that all genuine leaders would use the magic bestowed by the Goddess Janna.
And what Fia knows, it is impossible that the knowledgeable people in the Noxian army are unaware of.
What if the other party asked her to perform a "Wind Slash" or something like that on the spot? Then...
"Um, Fia?" Riven's forehead was covered with cold sweat: "Why don't we escape now while no one is guarding us..."
Before he could finish his words, heavy footsteps were heard from outside the mansion door.
The Noxians are coming.
Perhaps because his superior was nearby, the officer had only been away for two minutes when he quickly found his superior, as Riven requested.
The person who came was not an ordinary officer.
Appearing at the door of Fia's mansion was a Noxian general with two rows of tall and strong guards around him. He was holding a broadsword, wearing a red robe on his shoulders and wearing heavy armor.
"Oh no..." Riven's heart sank.
Of course she recognized it. In the Noxian army, the only person who could travel with such pomp and circumstance and be qualified to wear this kind of armor was the leader of only one chapter.
And what happened the last time she faced off against a chapter leader who had his own guards?
Those who could be the leaders of a war group were basically strong men, and the formation of elite guards was not something that Riven could easily break alone. Moreover, she no longer had the Blackstone Rune Greatsword, and her strength was greatly reduced, so it was even more impossible for her to fight her way out of this huge army.
In short... the moment this Noxian general appeared, it meant that her possibility of escape was completely cut off.
She now has only two choices: death or life.
Riven was nervous.
As soon as this thin, gloomy-looking chapter leader walked in, he silently scanned the people present with his hawk-like sharp and cold eyes.
From Fia, who was panicking but trying to remain calm, to the servants who carefully guarded Fia, to Riven, who stood tall and had a stern face.
It was not until he looked into Riven's eyes for a moment and saw that there was indeed no fear in the other's eyes that he quietly restrained his momentum.
"My name is Lester Barclay, and I am the commander-in-chief of this operation against the province of Barou," he said calmly.
"Is it him?" Riven was obviously more nervous than she appeared.
She had followed the Imperial Army in the battles over the years, and had fought in several major battlefields of the Empire, except Ionia. She also vaguely knew many famous generals.
Including General Leicester.
Everyone said that he was the most sinister officer under His Majesty Darkwill.
Because he is as sinister and vicious as Amystan, and he will do anything to fight and has no bottom line.
However, Amystan’s favorite tactic is to use the slave army to lure the enemy + use incendiary bombs to wash the ground.
Although General Lester was less perverted and bloodthirsty than Amystan, his tactics were even dirtier - he particularly liked to use boy scouts, and every time he went into battle he would forcibly conscript a group of children to serve as bait and charge in the front.
Riven became more and more fearful.
After introducing himself, General Lester did not rush to find a seat.
He just stood there, keeping a higher altitude than Riven, and asked indifferently: "Are you the Orianna who 'claims' to be the Envoy of the Wind Leader?"
"Yes." Riven nodded silently, maintaining an equal momentum with him.
This made Lester pay more attention to her.
But he still asked aggressively: "How do you prove it?"
Feiya's worries immediately came true.
Riven's tough attitude could scare the junior officer, but it couldn't scare a powerful and knowledgeable chapter leader.
If she wants to gain his respect, she must prove herself as a leader.
"I..." Riven was trying to think of another way to deal with the situation.
Fia suddenly gathered up her courage, pricked up her cat ears, raised her head, and helped her build momentum: "Orianna is a leader and a loyal believer of the goddess Janna. Of course, she can control the power of the wind of change--"
"If you don't believe me, then I'll let you witness the magic of our leader!"
Riven: “…”
"Oh?" General Lester finally showed a trace of solemnity on his face.
And those tall and ferocious general's guards also looked at Riven warily.
"Orianna?" Fia had no idea how desperate Riven was right now.
She also looked over, her eyes full of anticipation.
For a moment, everyone at the scene was looking at Riven.
Riven was really desperate.
She regretted and blamed herself, blaming herself for not telling the truth earlier and giving Feiya and others false hope.
It's ok now.
They will soon find out that she is just a false leader and no one can save her.
And Feiya and her servants will all be implicated and killed here because of her selfish and shameless lies.
"Hmm?" In the silence, General Lester had already noticed something was wrong.
"Orianna?" Fia was still staring at her stupidly.
The air became increasingly dead silent.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense.
Riven could hardly hold back the cold sweat on her forehead, and she gave up and accepted the inevitable death.
"No, no..."
"I'm not alone now. I can't just die like this."
Riven looked at Fia with a heavy heart, and at the sailors who were expecting her to bring miracles to Ionia.
She finally closed her eyes with determination and prayed hard in her heart.
Just like Orianna:
"Please, Janna."
Riven prayed silently and recited the song of the Wind Leader.
She had only secretly heard that song on the radio before.
It is said that there are no priests among the Wind Leaders, or rather, everyone is a priest. Any of them can communicate with the will of the goddess and borrow the power of the goddess Janna by chanting this song.
but……
"Can I do it?" Riven didn't know.
She is not a leader, she is a sinner.
She even stole the name of a girl she oppressed, imitated her desperate look when she was oppressed, and prayed to her patron goddess.
Is she really qualified to be saved?
“Janna, please help me! Save these innocent people—even if I’m not the leader, I shouldn’t be saved. But Fia and everyone else, they are also loyal believers who believe in you!”
"Goddess Janna, please give them strength!"
Finally, Riven opened her eyes.
She saw faint white lines.
Some came out from Fia, some came out from the sailors, and some... actually came out from herself.
"This is..." Riven was speechless.
She felt a surge of power.
An unprecedented miraculous power.
That was magic, magic she wasn't supposed to have.
"Wind—" Feiya shouted in surprise: "The wind is blowing!"
