First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

Swain didn't ask Atto for help and got off the carriage himself.

Although his right kneecap was shattered, he can still move around on his own with the help of crutches.

However, more than half of the wounded were not so lucky; they had to lie on stretchers and be carried onto the transport ship by the caregivers who were traveling with the ship.

In addition to caregivers, there were also some able-bodied soldiers to guard the area, so that they wouldn't be completely defenseless when they encountered the pirates of Bilgewater.

Swain went to the gangway and handed the identification badge that Atto had given him to the guard who was checking it.

The guard verified the authenticity of the iron plaque, returned it to Swain, and looked at him with pity.

"The Empire will take care of you for the rest of your life. You will not have to work and will receive compensation and supplies from the Empire every month."

Ato almost lost control of his expression.

It's quite a strange scene that these words came from the mouth of an ordinary soldier, especially when addressed to one of Noxus's three future rulers.

Swain put away his identification tag, silently walked up the gangway with his cane, looking like a disabled soldier who had given up hope for the future.

When it was Ato's turn, the guard saw that Ato was healthy and lively, and immediately raised an eyebrow.

Atto pulled out the captain's order from his armor and handed it over along with his identification badge. If he had been any slower, the guards would have labeled him a deserter.

In the Noxian army, the lowest rank qualified to sign orders is the squad leader.

"So they're brothers from the same legion, or even a Valkyrie squad?"

The guards completely changed their attitude and let Ato pass.

Upon seeing Riven's name at the end of the captain's order, the guard immediately ignored the reason Riven had painstakingly come up with.

Atto also showed some enthusiasm at the right time, chatted briefly with the guards, and then boarded the ship.

Swein and Atto, guided by the caregiver, entered the cabin on the deck.

In addition to the lower-level warehouse area, the transport ship also has cabins large enough to accommodate 500 people.

Each transport of wounded soldiers would not exceed one hundred, so the space was still relatively ample, and even with caregivers and guards, it was still not full.

As the sun sank below the horizon, all the wounded had arrived, and the transport ship, sounding its horn, slowly sailed away from Navoli province.

Meanwhile, in the Amistan command center, not far from the port.

"Why are you here? Don't you know there's a war going on here? I won't be able to take care of you then." Amystein frowned at the strangely dressed person in front of him.

Compared to Amistan, he was as thin as a stick, with a white cloth covering his face below the nose, and his clothes were tattered.

But like Amystein, their heads were completely bare.

"What, now that you've gotten my medicine, you want to get rid of me?" His voice was hoarse, sounding like a patient with tuberculosis.

Amistan pulled out a cigar, lit it, took a deep drag, and then asked in an unfriendly tone, "Singed, what exactly do you want?"

"Take the pass I gave you and board our empire's transport ship. I now strongly suspect that you've tampered with the food."

Singed chuckled and said in a low, hoarse voice, "How could I possibly do something so devoid of alchemical beauty? I came here to witness firsthand the most beautiful moments of my little darlings on the battlefield!"

Singed was on that Noxus transport ship that Atorus was on!

Atto could feel the gazes directed at him from those around him, as well as the hostility lurking in the shadows.

Singid possessed neither of these qualities. He was unaware that Atto was watching him and secretly disembarked before sunset, which is why Atto didn't notice him.

"Besides, I'm taking care of my little one myself, shouldn't you feel more at ease? Cough cough..."

The cigar smoke made Singid feel slightly uncomfortable, so he took out a mechanical mask from his clothes and put it on his face before finding a place to sit down, satisfied.

Amistan was extremely agitated; he didn't know how to deal with Singed.

Singed is an extremely dangerous man; even the cunning Amistan walks on thin ice when dealing with him.

He seems to have mental problems; he is moody and acts arbitrarily, just like this time when he came to Ionia without informing Amistan beforehand.

"Riven will be escorting the first batch of weapons in five days. They will take a shortcut to avoid the rebels and eventually arrive at Presidium. If you want to see it, follow them."

"Hehehe, if you want me dead, just say so. No need to beat around the bush. I know they're going there to die." Singed wasn't fooled.

Amistan roared, "Then what do you suggest? You yourself don't even understand the destructive power of alchemical weapons, how am I supposed to use them?"

Seeing that Singed did not answer, Amistan became even more agitated. He stubbed out his cigarette and tried to leave the command room.

Before leaving, Amistan was still uneasy and threatened Singed, "Don't let me find out you're doing anything unnecessary."

"Until Riven's team gets their experiment results, you're forbidden from touching those jars! Otherwise, I'll throw you into the ocean!"

Amistan stepped out of the command room and instructed the soldiers standing guard nearby, "Keep an eye on Singed. Report any problems immediately, understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

When the sunlight streamed down the foot of Mount Equilibrium, into a small town called Saenze, Noxus had already been besieging the area for three days.

The white-haired youth, who had left the Order of Balance and changed his name to Jie, sat in a simple thatched hut, the throwing knives in his hand dancing between his fingers, seemingly waiting for someone.

Suddenly the door of the hut was pushed open, and a strong man exuding a menacing aura walked in.

He was Amber, the leader of the Navori Brotherhood.

After the Battle of the Stand, Amber's militia did not join Irelia's resistance, but instead formed the Brotherhood of Navori, adhering to radical ideologies.

As soon as Amber entered, he slammed the dagger in his hand into the table.

Jie didn't react to this. He put away the darts and asked directly, "Ready?"

“I’ve been holding back for a long time.” Amber revealed a cruel smile. “That’s the Order of Balance! Everyone in Ionia wants to be a disciple of Balance!”

Jie walked past him, saying in an icy tone, "I'm warning you one more time: you are not allowed to kill any disciples of the Balance Faction."

"Our only target is the Shadow Tears. I'll go and negotiate with Kushu first. If that fails, we'll consider taking it by force, but we can't harm them!"

Amber's expression was exaggerated, and he deliberately provoked, "Do you know how difficult it was for me to sneak into Saenze? The invaders have already surrounded the entire city!"

Jie stopped in his tracks, and with a flick of his wrists, a pair of blades emerged from his metal arm guards.

"So, you're thinking of backing out?"

Amber calmly pulled a short knife from the table: "At the latest, the invaders will break through the city by tomorrow morning. What will happen to those ordinary people who have hidden in the tunnels then?"