Two blood dragons twisted and roared and rained down from the sky, as if to tear Galen to pieces. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, when the two huge blood dragons were only a few meters away from Galen, Galen could feel a tingling in his skin, and his heart was already desperate.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking the sky came into Galen's ears, and a golden spear roared like a fierce dragon, piercing through the two blood dragons and inserting them into the ground. The surface of the ground collapsed as if it had been hit by some huge impact, forming a depression, and the spear, in the center of the depression, sank into the ground by at least a meter.

The blood dragon twisted and dissipated into thin air, only the golden spear trembling and humming on the sunken ground.

A little cold came first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.

A figure in golden armor shot like a bolt of lightning from the sky, and with a slight bend of his knees stood in front of Galen's lying body, reaching out and holding the spear, as if it had been easily pulled out. It's just that the ground cracked in an instant, and the rocks splashed, but his face was still relaxed.

This is a middle-aged man, his face has been tempered by the years, he is extremely resolute, sharp and angular, and a pair of eagle eyes seem to have the power to pierce people's bodies, and the cold light is flickering. Tall, with fluttering hair and a majestic aura, anyone who believes in front of him would not dare to look directly at him, and his bearing is extraordinary.

Galen felt the familiar breath, and the corners of his mouth smiled, it seemed that he should not die.

He opened his eyes, looked at the broad back, and muttered, "Xinye!! ”

This person is Zhao Xin! Because he was the personal butler of the Demacian royal shield family, he was called the Governor of Debang.

"How's it going, boy Galen? Can you still stand up? "The voice is low and loud, giving it an uplifting feeling.

"Yes!"

"Then stand up, how can the warriors of Demacia lie on the ground in such a mess, either die or fight!" Zhao Xin was extremely stern, and waved his spear in one hand, and his fighting spirit was fierce.

Galen struggled to his feet, trembling as if he was about to fall again, but he still didn't let himself fall.

Zhao Xin still didn't give him a straight face, but said alone: "This is like a Demacian, stand in the back first!" ”

Vladimir's eyes narrowed slightly in mid-air, this guy, who broke through his fierce attack with one shot, turned out to have the strength of a master. After watching it for a long time, he suddenly exclaimed.

"Viscello! It's actually you, you have actually entered the realm of masters in just over ten years, how is this possible! ”

Vladimir himself has lived for more than three hundred years before he can enter the realm of a master. And think about the last time I saw this person, there are many, many people under the master, and at this time he is forty years old, but he has entered the realm of the master, how is this possible!! This surprised him.

Throughout Valoran's nearly 1,000-year history, there has never been a master at such an age, and Vladimir can't believe his eyes!

He barely remembered the last time he had seen this man in the Colosseum in Noxus, at the meat grinder contest.

In the prison of Noxus, there are all kinds of prisoners or all kinds of powerful magical beasts, as long as you enter that place, your life will instantly lose any value, there, any Noxian citizen can kill you.

In order to improve their leisure and entertainment enjoyment, the Noxian nobles held a meat grinder competition in the prison from time to time.

Throw the prisoners, whose lives are worthless, into the gladiatorial arena and let them fight each other. The rules of the meat grinder tournament are that every time a prisoner gladiator wins a match, their opponents will gradually increase, which means that everyone will die.

In this way, Zhao Xin challenged to the level of three hundred, reaching an unprecedented record, which made all the Noxian nobles extremely excited, calling it "Viscello", which means invincible. Even Vladimir was very interested in watching the prisoner's performance, but he was just a little interested, after all, he was just a worthless death row inmate, so he was recognized.

Later, after hearing of this unprecedented feat, Gavin III sneaked into the gladiatorial arena and offered Zhao Xin another option: to serve Demacia and punish those who would eventually put him to death in exchange for his freedom.

Zhao Xin didn't expect that the dignified monarch would sacrifice his life to save him, Zhao Xin accepted Jiawen III's conditions in shock, and he didn't dare to forget the grace of knowing it. Under the cover of the dreadnought vanguard of Demacia and the surprise attack of the dragoon legion, Jiawen II liberated Zhao Xin.

What makes Vladimir really unbelievable is how this guy cultivates, in just a dozen years, he actually became a master.

"Vescello! It's been a long time, but I didn't expect anyone to remember my name, that sinful country, it's really an unbearable memory! Zhao Xin pondered for a moment, and smiled slightly bitterly at the corner of his mouth.

Thinking that he was just a small fisherman on the shore of the Overwatch Sea in the north of Noxus, the unprovoked war burned to his village, his two brothers died in battle, and the familiar faces around him slowly disappeared one by one.

He hated war, he didn't want to serve those rulers, he didn't want to fight. Not wanting to kill, he escaped, but was said to have disobeyed military service, and was arrested in that dark prison, where he was subjected to inhuman torture.

Fortunately, with the help of Jiawen III, I am afraid that he would have died in battle in the amusement of those nobles.

"Tell me, how do you cultivate?!" Vladimir was very curious and surprised by this person's cultivation method, what could make him so diligent.

"Hatred and kindness!" Zhao Xin answered his question in a loud tone.

"Hate? Kindness? Vladimir muttered to himself, the surprise in his heart still unquenchable.

"Are you going to fight, or are you going to make peace?" Zhao Xin didn't talk to him anymore, the spear was pointed, and the direction of the gun was facing Vladimir.

In Zhao Xin's heart, he actually didn't want to start a war with Vladimir. Both of them have only just entered the master, and their strength is comparable, and neither of them is sure that they will eat each other. And now the Dragoon Legion has suffered huge losses, and the Dreadnought Vanguard Legion is also languishing, and urgently needs to adjust.

On the Noxus side, the army has lost nearly 200,000, which is actually more serious than with the Dragoon Legion, and now the soldiers are in a messy formation, with thousands of wounded, and it is also very necessary to adjust and rescue. At this time, it is obviously of little sense to engage in such an uncertain battle, and Vladimir is naturally able to figure out this layer of truth.

"Thinking of that side, the matter of our two armies today is over, and you Demacians quickly withdraw!" As soon as he heard this, Vladimir wanted to step down for himself, after all, it was not good to admit it in front of a junior.

Zhao Xin just smiled and didn't care in the slightest.

Below, Galen had integrated the Dreadnought Vanguard Legion and the remaining Dragoon Legion, looking at the dejected expressions and wounds all over the Dragoon Legion, Galen only had a long sigh.

As for Jiawen's search and rescue, someone reported that they saw the fighter plane and took him away, so the only way to withdraw the army first and then look for the rune technology fighter plane is to hope that the people in the fighter have no evil intentions and don't hurt Jiawen!

The Battle of Mogro Pass ended, the Great Barrier fell, and the Demacian and Noxian armies, who had suffered heavy casualties, retreated. Galen is also famous all over the world, and at such an age to compete with masters, people have to have some after-dinner conversations, some praise, some envy, and some jealous.