Legends of Runeterra

Chapter 166 Captured

Rito was worthy of being a master of swordsmanship. The sword flashed frequently in the smoke, and the surrounding soldiers were no match for him.

Led by him, a dozen people broke through the formation and rushed straight towards the carriage.

"Hoo~!"

As the spell was chanted, a gust of wind blew out from the carriage and the smoke dissipated instantly.

"Oh!"

The carriage door was pushed open, and the tall and strong Du Kuor walked out.

Looking at Rito, who had already penetrated within fifty meters and was killing everyone, there was a hint of amusement on his face.

"Is this the Zan family sword technique? It looks pretty good."

"Sir, then we..."

"Oh, by the way, the Zan family is a very old family, right?"

"Yes sir!"

"Okay, then let's go to their ancestral home and make them kneel in front of the ancestral tablet and submit to me. That would be fun!"

Dukouer looked at Rito who had entered within thirty meters and showed a hideous smile.

"Yes, my lord!"

The witch doctor dressed in cloth strips at the side bowed, then walked three meters away, took out a strangely shaped metal object, and knocked it gently.

"Ding~!"

The sharp, high-frequency sound spreads in all directions.

"Ugh!!"

Rito and others who were fighting bravely trembled all over as if struck by lightning.

The surrounding soldiers rushed over, hitting him on the head, pressing him to the ground, and tying him up with hemp ropes.

After completing the process, Rito and others were tied up and loaded into the truck expertly.

The outer soldiers followed the screams into the jungle and captured all the members of the Zan family who were shooting arrows inside.

A figure in ninja uniform followed the soldiers back, walked quickly to Dukouer and knelt on one knee.

"Your subordinate Katru greets Lord Dukor!"

"Well, you did a good job. I'll let Zous record your military achievement later!"

"Thank you for the reward, sir!"

Muta, or the war mason Katlu, bowed his head deeply in respect.

Dukouer glanced at the people of the Zan family piled on the cart, exhaled a breath of alcohol, turned around and returned to the carriage.

...

Zanjia Village, a complex of quaint and elegant buildings, welcomed a group of uninvited guests today.

The soldiers kicked the door open roughly, checked the situation, and then stood quietly waiting.

Until Dukouer got off the carriage and looked around the surrounding environment.

"Haha, come here, bring all the people from the Zan family to the ancestral hall."

Katlu led the way, with his personal guards clearing the way, and Dukuer led the captives forward.

"Oh!"

The door of the ancestral temple was knocked open.

Shayna, Irelia's grandmother, looked back.

A tall and strong general entered with a group of soldiers wearing black and red hideous armor.

I saw Muta following behind, and Rito and others being dragged in.

Sensing that they were still breathing, Shayna couldn't help but sigh.

"Huh? Why is there still an old thing?"

"My Lord, this is Rito's mother, Shaina!"

"Oh, okay, let her stay here first, she might be of some use later!"

After Katlu revealed the old woman's identity, Dukor waved his hand, and several soldiers came to Shayna and surrounded her.

Even though Shayna could easily deal with these soldiers, Rito and the others were still in their hands, so she chose to wait and see.

The soldiers moved an antique chair to the center of the ancestral hall. Dukouer sat down and looked at the members of the Zan family, led by Rito, who were lying on the ground below.

"Okay, let's get started!"

At Du Kuer's command, the soldiers who had been prepared stepped forward carrying wooden barrels.

“Crash~!”

The cold well water poured over their heads, giving Rito and the others, who were in a coma, a startle.

"Cough cough!"

After a burst of coughing, everyone in the Zan family woke up one after another.

Everyone who was aware of their surroundings was tied up tightly from the neck to the feet with hemp ropes.

Thanks to their years of martial arts training, they struggled to stand up.

Looking up, they saw Dukuer sitting in the middle of the ancestral hall, looking at them.

"... "

There was no exclamation or noise, Rito and the others just looked at Dukuer in silence.

There was anger, hatred, and murderous intent in his eyes...but there was no fear.

With one hand on the armrest of the chair and a satisfied smile on his lips, Du Kuer leaned forward slightly.

"You have good eyesight, I like it very much!"

Without responding to the other party, Rito glanced around. In addition to the mother trapped by the soldiers, there was also Muta standing among the soldiers.

The two made eye contact, Muta gave an inexplicable smile, while Rito remained expressionless.

"It's you! Muta! You traitor!"

Following his father's gaze, the young and energetic Zelos saw the wooden tower standing with the Noxian soldiers, and he knew what was going on.

Faced with the accusations from the Zan family warriors, Katru did not respond immediately, but turned his gaze to Dukuer who was sitting in the main seat.

After seeing him nod, Katlu walked out from the soldiers.

"I'm sorry, Zelos and everyone else, I have always been a Noxian. So you guys misunderstood me by saying I was a traitor!"

"Muta, I.. (Ionian swear word)!"

The younger warriors of the Zan family began to greet Katlu in the purest language.

Listening to the crowd's insults and sensing their resentment, Katlu showed a strange look of satisfaction on his face.

"That's enough! We were too careless and that's why he took advantage of us."

Rito raised his hand to stop everyone, and then looked at Dukor.

"No need to play these tricks. Now that we've been caught, you can kill us or chop us up, just do it!"

“Hahaha, Rito, right? I have to say I admire you guys.

I am Dukor, Admiral of the Imperial Navy and current commander of the Vanguard.

Come under my command and follow me to conquer Ionia, and you, the Zan family, will have the opportunity to be received by the commander-in-chief.

By then, your Zan family's name will be known throughout the empire. Isn't this better than staying in your small village in Navoli Province?"

Dukouer walked up to Rito step by step, looked into his eyes and spoke slowly.

"... "

"Mr. Lito, this is a personal invitation from Lord Dukor. I hope you won't be ungrateful!"

The ragged witch doctor walked forward, his face covered with layers of dry skin, looking at him viciously.

Under the gazes of Shayna and the Zan family, Rito chuckled disdainfully.

"Humph, I refuse!"

"Huh~?"

"I said, I refuse!"

Rito stared into Dukor's eyes and repeated every word slowly.

"Haha, interesting, really interesting!"

The first time Dukor tried to recruit warriors from Ionia, he was rejected.

This made him, who had been going smoothly all the way, feel furious.

However, he showed no emotion on the surface, and turned back to sit in his chair.

"Pahasen, make them sober up!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The witch doctor Pahasen bowed and then took out a metal instrument from his arms and tapped it gently.

"Ding~!"

"Ugh!!!"

For a moment, everyone in the Zan family turned pale and screamed in agony.