readx;? Legion soldiers, look at me, I look at you, they all feel a faint pain in the egg, damn the supply and demand is completely unbalanced, even if they are not convinced, can they still just give up their qualification for the promotion that they insisted on so many geniuses?

And then run back to be your own boss with those eliminated guys?

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Comparatively speaking, they are still a little similar to the forbidden army of the Great Song Dynasty on Earth, but they have been greatly strengthened in every aspect, coupled with the fierce blood of the Noxians themselves, as well as the wide channels for martial promotion, this makes the Noxian army able to exert a strength far beyond the Great Song Forbidden Army.

However...... This does not change the fact that being a big soldier is not a good choice, not to mention allowances, benefits, retirement employment, injury allowances, death pensions, etc., just talking about meritorious promotion, the blood elite is far easier than ordinary army soldiers.

"You have to give us an explanation. Some people were still indignant in the same place, asking Nanyin and Crow to give an explanation, but these two people didn't care about them, and they also turned their heads every minute to leave the two of them with cold backs.

"Noxus is not an imperial state like Demacia, we are democratic!" someone shouted.

The people next to him stared at him like idiots for a long time, and then dispersed one by one, and they felt that it seemed useless to continue making trouble.

The man felt speechless, scolded his mother angrily, and then turned around and left.

Zhang Chao watched this farce very indifferently, a little indifferent, although the new assessment was very unexpected to him, but in his opinion, this surprise was completely within his acceptable range.

As for the reason why the fighter who shouted "democracy" was looked at for a long time with the eyes of a retard, and if you think about it with your brain, you can understand that the so-called democracy is a lie at all, there are so many dignitaries in Noxus, and there is a giant-style dictatorship committee at the top.

Although there is no such thing as an emperor, it is just that there is no such title.

Zhang Chao suddenly saw that there was another person who was smoking a dry cigarette depressedly, and he was pestle over there like a stunned person, and when he looked at it, it was actually the guy from Atoris.

It shouldn't be, isn't this guy a serious veteran of the Lotte faction, this little thing scares the girl?

"Let's go, don't stand stupidly. Zhang Chao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Grass, you kid said it easily, stepping on a horse actually let Lao Tzu be a battlefield ambulance team, isn't this Nima funny?"

"Battlefield aid is rescue, anyway, it's all work, isn't it the same thing?" Zhang Chao was a little incomprehensible, "When I was in the army, I didn't open a road or build a house, and the whole thing like a migrant worker may not be better than the rescue group." ”

Atoris's face suddenly collapsed: "Rescue team...... You don't know, my family sent me a message some time ago that the chemical spill in Zu'an has killed thousands of people, and that place is now like a dead place!"

"I just want to come in and gild, and I don't want to put my life on the line, I can still earn some glory for my family if I die on the battlefield, but the death of Teniang is really worse than death with the biochemical weapons made by those crazy people!"

Zhang Chao's expression was dark, and he vaguely realized that it seemed that this time the task was not as easy as he thought.

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"Miss Oriana, Mr. Levik has ordered you to return to Piltover at once, it is a disaster, and I am deeply saddened as Mrs. Piltward, but it does not belong to us! and it should not belong to us!"

The young butler in a tuxedo stood in the ruins, his golden curls were slightly deformed by the hood of the silver-gray chemical protective suit, and his demeanor was lost, but he was still persuading in as gentle a tone as possible, but the anxiety and panic hidden in it could not be concealed.

The surroundings were filled with a green poisonous mist, foggy, and the pungent smell was so fishy that it could still be clearly smelled through the Hexter respirator.

The girl named Orianna wore a huge breathing apparatus, and her exposed eyes blinked slightly behind the goggles, and then she said categorically: "But this belongs to human beings! Father refused to help them because of cowardice and cowardice, are you also selfish and cowardly in Stanford?"

The young butler named Stanford frowned: "Miss Oriana, your kindness is touching, but have you ever considered your elderly father...... He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of losing his research—that was the real loss of humanity!"

"And you, as the only son of Mr. Liwick, should inherit his ideas and ...... science"

"Enough!" Stanford said, but Oriana clearly didn't buy it.

"the hell science!" Orianna turned away coldly with a Stanford-like look on her face, and ran towards Zaun's rescue center, carrying a number of respirators—there were many more people waiting for her help.

Stanford doesn't seem to have reacted from the shock, which ...... It was the first time he had heard the most gentle of the eldest lady speak such vulgar language...... Is this still the same Orianna he grew up watching?

He vaguely felt a hint of strangeness, but then let out a helpless sigh: "Perhaps, it should be us who really makes her feel strange." ”

Moments later, he approached a dying patient leaning against the wall, removed the breathing mask he was carrying, and clasped it in his face.

Xu was so weak that the patient didn't even make a sound, and Oriana, who was just an ordinary person, didn't notice him, so she accidentally ignored his presence and failed to give him a respirator.

In the patient's grateful gaze, Stanford silently drew a cross: "May the Holy Light bless you." ”

Then he turned and left, having served in the Knights' Council for a while, he could only wield a small amount of Holy Light power, and if he didn't hurry, he would soon be without a breathing apparatus like the corpses that were transported to the incineration plant for centralized incineration.

Orianna struggled her way through the ruins, her blue hair glued to green smoke and ugly, but even so, her bloated body, which was wearing a fat chemical protective suit, still looked like an angel.

An angel from heaven who sows life to the world. (To be continued.) )