Chapter 92: The Ambition of the Broken Sword, the First Meeting of Exile and Gale

“I never thought of running away.”

"My hands are stained with sin."

"I have lived in this village for many years and I have never wielded my sword again."

"Even though it is broken."

"I benefited a lot from what Muramasa said. She was right. Scars are a sign of healing."

"Although it is impossible to return to its original perfect state after being broken, it can gain a new life. "

""I think""

"I shouldn't be so depressed anymore, and I should use the broken sword to atone for my sins."

bang bang bang-

A loud muffled sound was heard beside her ears, and Muramali woke up from her sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw Riven fighting fiercely with four masked men in black.

"Did we encounter a thief?" She rubbed her eyes, unable to believe what was happening before her eyes.

Although this place is relatively remote from the village, robberies and thefts rarely occur here.

But they happened to encounter it.

She picked up the kettle and stood up, wanting to go over and help. As a repairman, she was very experienced in dealing with robberies and always managed to win in a fight.

Just as she was about to take a step, she was stunned the next second -

Riven didn't seem to need help at all.

One of the gangsters was seen huddled beside the carriage, while Riven was standing by the campfire, surrounded by the other three burly robbers.

She held the huge hilt, on which only half of the sword was broken.

But even so, this broken sword still exudes a daunting aura.

The sword glows rhythmically in the moonlight, waiting for the enemy to approach.

Seeing this scene, Muramali's heart tightened. She didn't want to see the blood of Ionians stained by that weapon again.

But she did not stop it.

She wanted to see Riven's decision.

at this time.

The three robbers rushed towards Riven, roaring.

Riven simply took a step forward and released a burst of energy from her broken sword, knocking them back.

The weapons of the three men were knocked down one after another, and they were immediately horrified.

The leading robber signaled to the two people beside him, and they began to hide in the darkness, seemingly planning to play dirty.

"She could have killed them all, but she didn't." Muramali murmured to herself, her heart touched.

suddenly.

One person rushed out and tried to push Riven to the ground.

The other two took the opportunity to pick up their weapons and prepared to attack.

Riven raised the sword above her head, and the blade began to emit a strange green light.

With a loud shout, the magic in the sword exploded forward, knocking away a robber.

The robber instantly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

"go to hell!!"

At this time, the other two people had already jumped up from the air, slashing at him with their swords with vicious looks on their faces.

Riven retracted her weapon.

Then, many glowing metal fragments rose into the air from the carriage and flew towards her.

Those fragments floated to the front of the broken sword and combined ingeniously, gradually gathering into a complete giant sword.

The green magic shone brightly, leaving only intermittent cracks between the fragments.

The enemy is close at hand!!
"ha!!!"

Riven swung the giant sword in the air in front of her. A hurricane-like airflow flashing with green light swept past, instantly covering the bodies of the two men and knocking them away more than ten meters.

Bang—bang—

After two muffled sounds.

The two men fell heavily to the ground.

The power of the hurricane was still raging in their bodies. They covered their lower abdomens and struggled in pain for a few seconds, and then both fell into a coma.

A bloodless victory.

Muramali cautiously walked towards the defeated robbers, "What are you going to do with them?"

Riven shrugged nonchalantly, and the shards of the blade in her hand fell to the ground. "I'll tie them to the trees and let them go when the sun rises."

Muramali looked at the fragments of the broken sword.

The sword didn't seem so scary anymore, now that she had seen how Riven used it.

"Can I see your weapon?"

Riven frowned slightly and took a step back hesitantly, "Why?"

"Don't give it to me."

"All you need is a sword in your hand."

Riven carefully raised the broken sword, and Muramali closed her eyes and began to chant.

"What are you doing?" Riven asked vigilantly.

"A pair of eyes, searching around" "Three hunters, with anger in their hearts, burning with hatred."

“Everything is burning.”

Muramali is searching for a tune.

But Riven found that her body began to stagger, as if she would fall to the ground at any time.

"Are you okay?" Riven asked quickly.

"Someone." Muramali's voice was weak and hoarse, "Someone is looking for this sword. Looking for you."

Hearing this, Riven turned pale.

But her eyes didn't reveal what she was thinking, "What did you do, Muramali?"

"I shouldn't have questioned you. I want to apologize and try to repair your sword."

"No!" Riven frowned and shook her head, her tone firm, "If you really want to thank me, then never repair this sword."

After saying that, she smiled bitterly again.

"I want to repair something that you can't fix. Thank you for your kindness."

Riven looked a little tired. She picked up the broken sword fragments on the ground one by one and said softly:

"If you still want to catch the early market tomorrow, go back and get some sleep."

Muramali nodded and slowly walked back to the carriage. When she looked back, Riven was still sitting by the campfire, quietly guarding the night.

Not for the first time, Muramasa wished she knew how to mend a person.

"It's a bit inexplicably sad."

"Alas, I can only say that Noxus' betrayal hurt her too much."

"But it's good, because I can see the true face of this country."

"Although Riven's appearance is accompanied by bellicosity and killing, as the saying goes, 'Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot.'"

"Of course, if you are willing to repent and atone for your sins and start a new life, those dark pasts can be forgiven."

"I still can't understand why Noxus would use chemical weapons to indiscriminately cause harm."

"It may be that the appearance of Lee Sin, Udyr and others, as well as the Blade Dancer, completely reversed the situation and forced them to resort to such despicable means."

"So, the mastermind behind this also includes the pale lady?"

"It's hard to say. I don't know who is in power in Noxus."

""for how long.""

““I can’t remember either.”

"My soul has been cleansed as never before during these days in Ionia."

“This land is blessed with beautiful scenery, everything is in balance, and the simple folk customs make people feel comfortable. ”

"I have a new father and mother, and I help them with farm work, just like the farm I used to have in Terryville."

“I practice the local language every day. Although I can’t change my accent, I can feel that I will be able to integrate into this fertile land right away.”

"It's a pity that things are unpredictable. "

“Just when everything is going well.”

"An unexpected event occurred."

"The arrival of a strange man."

"Also, a group of soldiers."

It was hazy with rain and fog, and finally dots of emerald green sprouted out from the dark and thick soil.

Riven held the plow frame and walked behind the oxen on a small piece of farmland.

She concentrated on holding the front beam handle while reciting unfamiliar words awkwardly.

"Imai, Iba, Vasa, Ana"

The skinny cow flipped its ears and dragged the plow forward. The plow head splashed up some gravel and hit Riven, but she was completely unaware.

Riven sighed, her haphazardly cut hair brushing against her chin.

"Deda, my daughter." She held the plow frame steady with both hands and began a new round of chanting, "Imai, Iba."

"That's the reason."

Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows of the dense forest.

Riven stopped suddenly.

It wasn't the old farmer's voice.

She tried her best to control her breathing. Years of training told her body to go into a defensive state, but she tried her best to suppress the urge.

She gripped the plow handle tightly and tried to calm herself.

"It should be read as yin ba ."

The speaker appeared at the junction of the brown and yellow coniferous forest and the farmland.

“The ending tone is different,” the man said as he walked forward.

His tousled black hair was thrown back from his face, and a woven cape was tucked over his shoulders.

Riven noticed that the cloak revealed a glimpse of the metal armor on his left shoulder, and did not hide the unsheathed sword at his waist.

Samurai or ronin?
Riven was suspicious.

But no matter which one.

In her eyes, they are all dangerous people.

　Brothers, please support me by reading two chapters a day, and don't keep the book. o()o
　　
　
(End of this chapter)