Noxus Capital,

More than a month after the death of the old king, after thirty days of fasting and prayer, the inhabitants of Noxus began to get busy with the work at hand, and the whole city gradually came out of the gloom shrouded in sorrow and returned to its former prosperity. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The landscape of Noxus is close at hand, and the main city streets are lined with teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, and workshops. There are also many small vendors with large umbrellas in the open spaces on both sides of the street. The streets stretch to the east and west, until they reach the quieter suburbs outside the city, but the streets are still full of pedestrians, some carrying burdens and hurrying on the road, some driving ox carts to deliver goods, some driving donkeys to pull wagons, and some stopping to enjoy the scenery of the Bianhe River.

On the outskirts of the city, an alley leading to the Noxus barracks, flanked by dilapidated and quaint mossy courtyard walls near civilian courtyards, some of which were covered with dense green creeper vines, seemed to sweep away the sultry heat of the capital in the summer under the narrow shadow, and had a slightly cool feeling.

The sun was elongated, and it was the figures of two men, wearing armor and carrying weapons, silently walking into the alley. The two men did not communicate, nor did they look at each other, but they buried their heads and walked forward step by step, through the courtyard walls covered with vines, and over the collapsed ruins, and if any sharp-eyed inhabitants passed by, they would surely recognize them from the extremely similar silhouettes of the two: weren't they the two sons of the fallen General Dremucci!

The hazy distant mountains are shrouded in a light veil. The shadows are full of shadows, flickering far and near in the misty clouds and smoke, if they are leaving. It's like a few light strokes of ink, smeared on the blue sky. At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge stone tablet embedded with a few large characters clearly engraved in italics: Noxus Military Camp.

It can be seen from the gap in the walled gate of the barracks that the soldiers in the barracks are assembled in an orderly but anxious manner, these soldiers have been stationed at the foot of the mountain for many years as a reserve army, and they can still maintain a deathly silence for sudden battle orders, which is indeed rare.

Everything was ready, and after a simple pre-battle mobilization, Durkkao climbed to the high point platform with arrows in his hand, surrounded by left and right sides, and he was dressed in a bright color armor instead of the usual Noxian military uniform with epaulettes. Durkkao glanced at the two familiar figures in the group of soldiers with a complicated expression, and then stood up straight, his eyes like torches: "Expedition!! ”

"Buzz~~"

A loud and energetic horn sounded, and tens of thousands of Noxian soldiers who were ready to attack were touched, and the black was like a pine forest all over the field, and the mountain city walls advanced towards the walled gate.

Looking at the Noxian army that was gradually drifting away, Du-Kekao couldn't help but be a little worried, the main force of Noxus, hundreds of thousands of elite troops were all trapped on the front of Ionia and Bandel City, and after Demacia captured Mogro Pass, he was eyeing Fort England. This force of 13,000 men was the last trump card in his hand, and it was the only Noxian army that could fight Demacia on a frontal battlefield, if anything went wrong with this army......

Du-Kecoo tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his body suddenly began to tremble, as if he were shivering. He didn't dare to think any further. The sudden death of the old King Wilhelm II was a bolt from the blue for him, and although a month had passed, he had not recovered from his grief, rubbing his temples with two fingers, his brow furrowed, his head piercing as if it were about to explode. A deep sigh for a long time.

"General."

In the haze, Dukkao seemed to hear someone calling him, looked up, and a huge monster entered his line of sight, the monster was bald, revealing the dark gray skin like a stone, the forehead was raised, and a shocking slender scar began from the green helmet worn on the top of the head and extended to the corner of the eye, the monster had the complex facial features unique to the monster, under the thin white translucent eyebrows was a pair of creepy eyes, the monster's left eye was dull and hollow, staring at a bleak eyeball, terrifying, But his right eye was raised high, glowing green. The monster has crippled hands, and a pitch-black scythe has become his prosthetic, he is Urgart, like most scholars, Urgart was born in a small town on the edge of Noxus, when he was a child, Urgart, did not have the ideal of being a Noxian soldier, but just hoped to find someone like his mother to spend his life happily, but that ugly skin was destined to make his little dream come to naught, and later, for the sake of his elderly father, Urgart volunteered to replace his father to join the army of Noxus, Becoming a soldier in Noxus, it was from that day that he embarked on a path from which he could never turn back. He was now a great Noxian spy, often lurking in enemy units to assassinate enemy officers and cause chaos among enemy troops, but he was often seriously wounded in the process. Because of this, he lost his arms and was crippled. Later, Urgart had to be discharged from the army early on the orders of his commander and took a job as an executioner in the capital of Noxus.

"Ergat, why are you here?"

"I've seen the general." Urgart bent down and saluted, his voice deep and deep: "General Sain, I heard that he is going to go on an expedition, and his subordinates have come to see him off." ”

"Oh, you're a step too late, Sein has already taken the lead." Duquekao reached out and lifted Urgart to his feet, a smile on his face.

"It's a pity......" Urgat shook his head, his face regretful: "General, did the two sons of General Drymouch also go?" ”

"Well, these two boys came to me after learning the news of the death of the Delai couple in battle, and they knelt before me and begged me to let them go to the front and avenge their parents.

"Alas!" Urgatte sighed heavily, and muttered solemnly, "What a poor child, I hope nothing happens to them..."

Even though Urgart's voice was quiet, Durkkao heard it clearly, and he reached out and patted Urgart's shoulder, signaling that he didn't need to worry. "Don't worry, I've already told you, I'm sure General Thane will take care of their ......"

A small town on the edge of Noxus, Fort England.

In the eastern sky, a red sun erupted, painting the castle with a layer of pink oil paint. The Great War, perhaps, is not long before that.

Sain's huge body stood in the tower, a black, double-edged but miserable silver axe in his hand. Sain stood on top of the tower, sticking out his head and looking out. At this moment, the wind was blowing more and more fiercely, raging on the plains, rolling up the swirling loess, and the flying sand and stones looked like a thick layer of fog.

The yellow sand was getting closer and closer, and gradually hit the city, and a sharp-eyed soldier noticed the abnormality, "General, the enemy soldiers are coming." ”

The whistle sounded on the tower, and every Noxian soldier stood in their respective defensive zones with their bows and arrows, undistracted and on guard against the enemy they were about to face.

At the back of the city wall, the soldiers on the steps waited quietly, crowded but neat.

The armor was like ink, appearing and disappearing in the thick black smoke of gunpowder.

The guns are like a forest, and they will not waver in their determination to see death as home.

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

After a loud horn, on the dirt slope opposite the tower, a neatly arranged procession swept out, and the heavy armor soldiers of Demacia poured down from the slope like a black torrent, they roared angrily, and raised their giant swords in the air, the black blades shining with a penetrating cold light. The sturdy shield of the dark blue eagle was protected by his chest, like a huge dragon, with a deafening sound of wind and thunder, and rushed towards the castle violently. "Kill, kill." It was as if even the earth was trembling under the rumbling shouts.

"General, the enemy is attacking the city." The two brothers, Draven and Darius, dressed in the same black armor, strode towards Sain.

"Got it." Sean nodded, and quietly pointed to the approaching Demacian army downstairs: "Delevingne, Darius, these Demacian minions are the murderers of your parents. ”

"General, the last general asks for battle!" The brothers Darius and Draven tacitly sent a request to Sain, who was the head coach, to fight.

"No, it's not time yet."

After a generous and simple answer, Sein hurried down the tower. "You two are guarding here, I'll go make up for sleep first, and then I'll come back to replace you when it's dark."