The battles were fought day after day, and the bloody time seemed to never end. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Noxians advanced majestically and vigorously towards the walls of Presidium every morning, but were shot in patches in the kill zone. They had to rely on their own bravery and courage to push forward, but their attacks were repeatedly stopped by Ionia, and it was difficult to divide and surround the soldiers on the walls.

Li Qing is right, war is like sifting chaff, and the first battle has gradually separated the strong.

Or rather, the survivors were forged into steely men, and their losses began to diminish unexpectedly, and over the next three weeks, more than 2,000 men were lost, either killed in battle or left the battlefield with terrible wounds.

Reginad stood on the wall every day, and even though Ahri and Soraka had warned him more than once that he must find a day to rest, he turned a deaf ear to it.

"I'm a magician, and if any of you get tired before me, you're a fucking softass!"

Then everyone listened to his words and laughed together.

In fact, he is not a so-called magician at all, the only similarities are those powerful mysterious spells, and the robes that are not very suitable for close combat.

His agility, physical strength, and even his fighting skills will not be lost to these warriors guarding the walls.

Even Chen, the descendant of Master Yi of the Infinite Sword Saint, couldn't help but be amazed by his skills, and he was even more amazed by his sword, that magical magic, he only needed to give a part of the magic power to the ghost, and he could conjure up a desired sword.

"What kind of spell is this? It's like a sword mound to carry around. Dust couldn't help but sigh, "Is it possible to conjure up all weapons?" ”

Reginad nodded, "This is the Sword Spell Spirit, and it's also the forbidden technique I learned secretly. Although it conjured up only a copy of its magical power, it was no different from the original blade. It can conjure up any weapon, as long as you can afford that mana cost. ”

The light, narrow sword in his hand slashed through the air, the magical power condensed into the strength he needed under the impetus of his mind. Strengthen the weak points of the sword body with the earth element, and block the oncoming great force. Use the wind element to make the sword moves more elegant, agile and elusive. The lightning element condenses the moment it hits the target, and a flash of lightning can cut through all armor and armor.

The image of his white-clad Grim Reaper soon spread among the Noxian army, and it was said that he was invulnerable and dexterous, and almost no one could get close to him, and between the white robes flew over, a cold light of death flashed.

Li Qing's body quickly healed and returned to the battlefield again, the blindfold had been washed, and it was no longer stained with blood, but a new look.

Of course, this is just the beginning, and soon the blood of the Noxians will stain it through.

Udir also made a name for himself, and more than once in the battles on the walls, he fell into a state of rage, and the roaring beast spirit was terrifying, and no one could resist his strange power.

After the battle, Karma would calm his anger, and the spell of psionic energy would quell the fury of the beast spirit in his chest.

Jon died in the middle of the battlefield, and there was a gap next to the tower where he and the archers were, so he rushed forward, grabbed the top of the siege ladder and tried to overturn it, but was shot in the chest by an arrow, he paused, and rushed away, the ladder was pulled down with a bang, and a dozen Noxians near the top were directly taken away by him, and four or five broke their ribs and lost the ability to fight.

These valiant are as lost as their lives in the wind.

Reginard vaguely felt that the general was waiting for something, he was just sending various armies again and again, but the Black Cavalry and the Assassin Regiment, which he was most proud of, had not been seen, and there were ...... An undead legion that has been in the fog of legend.

It is said that it is a rather mysterious elite army, relying on some secret method to obtain immortality, a terrifying army that no one understands, and the erudite as he is, he has never seen such a secret method in his cognition.

Maybe it's just a legend, and it's powerful for yourself.

Just like many tribes like to cover their faces with hideous ghost masks, disguised as demons and monsters in legends, but in fact, they are just mortal creatures.

And his cursed pupil of fate also came in handy, as Noxus tried to raid the night more than once, but he knew about it and made them pay a terrible price. Moreover, in the darkness, it was not easy to see the climbing handle, and the long way up the battlements was full of dangers, and when Ionia's sharp arrows appeared, hundreds of Noxians died.

But Du Kekao was not in a hurry, he seemed to be training, just weeding out the scum of the army. He was waiting, like a cat playing with its prey.

But Reginard would let him know that he wasn't a rat in his paws.

After a few encounters, the Noxians finally stopped attempting night raids, and the night began to fall silent. Reginard began to wonder if Du Kekao had done it on purpose.

The moonlight was quiet and peaceful, and unlike the tragic battlefield in the daytime, they began to have time to think, thinking about their dreams, farmland, wives and children, and ...... Dead brothers.

Reginard had become accustomed to patrolling the walls at night, and the silence made him feel comfortable, as if to distract from all those worries. His skin was bathed in the pale moonlight, and the night breeze ruffled his hair.

At the moment, the situation seems to be good, and even enough to be optimistic, as long as Zelos reaches Demacia safely, reinforcements should arrive on the shores of Ionia in less than a month.

By that time the war had just begun.

He had no way of knowing how far away the so-called fateful day was, and could only vaguely see the vague outline of the future. Regardless, the future is a life of uncertainty, even for the young white-robed mage.

Then he got used to having a little tail that would follow him on the walls at night.

The nine-tailed demon fox Ahri.

There seemed to be a magical power in her that would stop him from thinking about those troubles, just like he had in the psychedelic forest.

"What are you doing?"

"Memories." Reginald smiled.

"About what?" She asked hurriedly, her white tail swaying quietly in the night.

"A lot, mostly as an apprentice. It was still idle at that time, there was nothing to do every day, and there was no need to bear so much by one. But at that time, I didn't have such a great ability to use my own power to make the world look a little different. ”

"Yes, everyone has the most beautiful things, but people like you, who can use their own power to push the world into the imaginary future, are something that many people can't achieve in a lifetime." Ahri said, sitting with her legs crossed, perhaps a little chill mixed in the night, she wrapped her body around her body with her tail, one hooking the arm of the young white-robed mage.

"Do you want to try it?" Her soft tail wagged before his eyes.

It looked soft and warm, and must have been comfortable, but just as Reginad reached for it, she pulled the tail aside and laughed like a silver bell.

"Okay, you actually tricked me."

"How?" She lifted her face triumphantly, and suddenly changed when she saw the evil smile on the guy's face, "Ah...... Feed! Yes! Hahaha, don't touch that...... It's so itchy, huh...... Stop, dead weak chicken! Ahri's itchy flesh was caught by a pair of Rigginade's hands, and he could only smile and beg for mercy.

The sound of laughter broke the lifeless atmosphere on the city walls.

After the trouble, Ahri stroked his messy hair, stared at Reginard for a while, and changed his expression to a rather serious expression, saying:

"By the way, do you want to see the world of your dreams?"

"Huh?" He squinted his gaze, raised an eyebrow, and looked at her with interest, but finally waved his hand, "How is that possible?" ”

It's a future that even the pupils of fate can't see—maybe it's just an imaginary future.

"Look at me." Ahri said as she stood up and crouched in front of him, bending her beautiful legs.

Reginard pursed his lips, not knowing what was going on in the fox's little brain, so he turned his head helplessly and stared at her.

He saw a pair of amber demon pupils, shining with strange brilliance.