The night was thick, like dark and cold blood flowing from a rotting corpse, winding over the sky and the earth. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The moon hovered alone over the city walls, and the light was dim, like a tear in the corner of a woman's eyes. The tall buildings were blurred by the darkness, and from a distance, they looked like bloody faces. It was raining in the dark of night, and everything was damp. The skin of the trees and dirt began to fester, and the air smelled suffocating.

Noxus No. 1 Xiongguan, Mogro Pass.

On the bloodstained earth, the miserable corpses were lying on the cold ground, the blood in some of the corpses had not completely dried up, slowly penetrating drop by drop, soaked in the soil, the fire was raging in the distance, and the sound of killing was faintly recognizable.

Perhaps there is no right or wrong in war. Justice is often tilted in favor of the winning side, however, it is a war that is not won or lost.

A thrilling offensive and defensive battle, cruelly came to the end. The corpse of the soldier was decapitated like a dry bone, and his hands were stretched out to the sky, speechless to complain. The crumbling corpses hanging on the city walls were blown by the wind heavily, their clothes soaked and swaying slightly. A Demacian soldier under the shooting hole held his round arms tightly around the neck of a long-dead Noxian soldier, his eyes were hollow, as if he had no vital features, his facial muscles contracted downward, and the base of his tongue in his throat was desperately sticking out of his mouth, his eye sockets were wide open, and his round and bulging eyeballs stared blankly at the ground, or deeper.

"Uhh......h Yes, is it over? ”

"Sir!"

Dremucci was stunned for a moment, and looked at the source of the voice, where a beautiful woman in battle armor had climbed the steps of the tower with a sword in her hand, and was hurrying in his direction. The woman slashed the necks of one Demacian soldier after another with a not-sharp blade, and dark red blood splattered from the enemy's throat and neck, splashing onto the woman's face and clothes. "Old man......"

Drymouch smiled bitterly, he wanted to shout, he wanted to stop, but he couldn't lift his voice.

"Madame... You're so stupid, you should have run, don't forget, we still have two sons. A sour ache welled up on the tip of his nose, and a few tears slid down his cheeks. Dremucci held the bloodstained sword and smiled bitterly: "Okay, you and I are husband and wife, live and die together." ”

"Ding~"

The sharp sword light flashed, and Dremucci's right hand was weak and weak, and the three-foot-three-inch sword fell to the ground, and the heart-rending pain spread all over the body, the crisp broken bones were exposed outside the flesh, and the body gradually collapsed, lying in a pool of blood, enjoying the stickiness...

When he woke up again, he only felt a heart-piercing pain in his arm, and the blood seemed to be gushing out of the pain, and the hot feeling immediately turned into numbness and numbness.

"Surrender, you've already lost."

A cold voice came from his ears, and Dremucci turned around, and a young man with short blond hair looked at him expressionlessly, it was a delicate young man, his thick eyebrows rose slightly rebelliously, and under the long, slightly curly eyelashes, there were a pair of blue eyes as clear as morning dew, a straight nose, fair skin, and lips like rose petals. Compared to his appearance, the teenager was dressed in a very ordinary way, with red sergeant leather armor and inferior cavalry boots made of artificial leather. It was the blue five-foot broadsword that seemed a little out of place with his bland attire. Drymouch looked at the sword carefully, the five-foot-long sword body was straight and transparent, the diamond-shaped dark lines were clear in the back bone of the sword, and the blue tip of the sword was dripping with blood, Dramouch knew that it was his own blood.

"I know you, you blocked my arrows and saved Leo, and I heard you call him father, and you are his son?"

The blonde boy didn't answer Dramuchi's question, but raised the tip of his sword slightly: "Surrender, saving your life is more important than anything else." ”

"Hehe......" Drymouch grinned, "Tiger father has no dogs, you are as domineering as your Lao Tzu, and I also have two sons, who are about the same age as you, and I hope they will become as good as you in the future." ”

A fresh breeze blew on the face, but it did not bring the slightest coolness. On the contrary, the sound of falling leaves blown by the wind adds a bit of gloom to the already cold air.

The rain was still falling, and the rain was dripping down the towers, and the rain flowed down the city walls, and then collected in the pit of the collapsed city gate. The whole castle looks eerie and deserted. Probably because of the rain soaking, the corpse began to rot and stink, and along the corridor of the castle tower was a bloody corpse, a silver-armored general with a missing arm, supporting his body with one arm, crawling over a corpse that he was all too familiar with, his target was a beautiful woman who was also wearing silver armor, the woman's chest was stained blood-red, and the broken heart goggles were so white that a large hole pierced by a spear. The woman's beautiful eyes were slightly open, but her mouth was wide open, as if she had suffered great pain before she died, and her messy hair was mixed with blood and dirt, which looked unusually desolate.

"Husband...... The one-armed general muttered, he reclined there, as if he had no strength to continue walking, the silver armor cracked a deep gap, revealing a piece of pink flesh turned out, a trace of blood at the corner of the mouth, the right hand was even more unusually twisted, the originally slender arm was broken from the elbow, and an oval flat wound at the bottom, the white bones of the forest, the blood flowed from there, shocking!

"Save your energy, she's dead." The young man with the broadsword kept following him, and the young man turned his eyes sideways, unable to bear to look at the tragic state of the one-armed general, "Surrender, General Dremucci, I will send a military doctor to treat your wounds immediately." ”

"Hehe... In the past hundred years, have you ever seen General Noxus who voluntarily laid down his arms? The corners of Drymouge's mouth curled up, revealing two rows of bloody teeth, as if mocking the boy, and as if laughing at himself.

"Can you do me a favor?" Drymouche's weak voice sounded slightly.

"What's the busy?"

"Carry me there......" Dremucci pointed to the place where the woman was lying ten paces away, as he lifted his unbroken but scarred left, "I want to see her one last time, but I don't have the strength anymore, can you help me?" Please..."

"Okay." The boy nodded, leaned down and gently picked up Dremucci, walked over to the woman, and gently lowered him down.

"Thank you." Dressach smiled appreciatively at the boy, and turned his face to look affectionately like a woman. "Madame, you are so beautiful." Dremucci gently closed the woman's slightly open eyes and kissed her twice on the forehead, "Huh...... Before I knew it, twenty-two years had passed......"

The past comes back to my mind with the wind.

He studied in the wing, and she made tea in the back kitchen.

"Master, reading late at night, you have to be careful of your body, it's cold in winter, be careful of catching a cold, and pay attention to keeping warm."

Looking at the ginger soup she had cooked for him, the blanket draped over him, he smiled.

He was dancing his sword in the garden, and she watched.

"Master, sweating so much, come and rest"

Watching her carefully wipe the sweat from his forehead, he smiled and hugged her into his arms.

He frolicked with his two sons, and she knitted winter clothes for him.

"It's going to be winter soon, and the prime minister doesn't have a few winter clothes to keep out the cold."

Looking at her serious knitting clothes, he smiled, hugged her into his arms, and gently wiped her hair.

When he was imprisoned, she sobbed behind her back.

"The affairs of the family, for the wife will take care of it properly, don't worry about the master, but the master, the prison is bitter cold, sleeping in the open air, you must take care of your body, the concubine is at home and looks forward to the head, I hope the lord will clear his grievances and return as soon as possible."

Looking at the worry in her eyes, he smiled, took him into his arms, gently wiped her hair, kissed her red lips, and told her to wait for him to come back.

The land is gone, and the old people are dead. All that is left is the memories that are vivid in the purpose.

"Madame...... I love you......"

A thick white fog rose and gradually turned into a thin veil that covered the city. At this moment, the rain has stopped, and the green skull banner standing high above the castle tower has been replaced by the red eagle battle flag. Somewhere in the corner of the city, two corpses, a man and a woman, hugged each other tightly.

The Battle of Mogro Pass was listed by historians as the most tragic and bloody battle in the history of war on the Valoran Continent in the past 100 years, the commander of the garrison of Mogro Pass and the commander's wife were killed in battle, and 7,600 defenders were killed collectively, and no one was spared. However, the true casualty figures of Demacia are classified as a first-class military secret by the Demacian military. And some military enthusiasts in later generations can only look for clues from the historical records of a few words......

The following is the historical record of Demacia:

In the summer of the forty-seventh year of the reign of Gavin II, in the north of the Giant God Peak, west of Mirda, the Morog Pass of Noxus, fought a rare vicious battle. The war is over. In the autumn twilight, the red-clad heavy infantry had retreated to the southern hill outside the main battlefield, and the word "De" on the Daxu flag was still faintly visible. The tower on the north side of the main battlefield was dark, and the regiments of black flag armor were lined up under the banner of the word "Nuo" and were waiting for it, looking angrily at the Demacian army on the hill to the south, ready to rush and kill again. The Demacian army on the southern hill was also regrouped into heavy armor, and the Noxian army, which was also angry at the northern hill, was also ready to rush and kill at any time. The blood-red sunset was fading, and the two sides were facing each other to the death, neither of them retreating, nor of them rushing to kill, nor did any of them fight for the corpses and discarded chariots on the main battlefield under the city walls. It's like two tigers staring at each other, and neither can leave the battlefield first......