The hardest days have finally begun. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The quartermaster was right, paper can't contain fire.

Eventually, Reginad announced the destruction of the food and grass at a town hall meeting, and they would soon run out of ammunition.

"Those who are willing to stay, fight side by side with us. If you want to leave, you can leave from the North Gate and hide in the mountains to escape the fighting for a while. ”

He concluded with this sentence.

And so the fighting became more and more difficult day by day, and every day more people left, piling their sacred personal possessions on the backs of wagons or livestock, and even the cows tied to the carts, and they formed a long line and slowly flowed into the green mountains of the north.

With their departure, Reginad was once again faced with a variety of new problems, and the soldiers had to take on a series of problems such as cleaning the battlefield, cleaning the toilets, supplying supplies, and repairing the city walls, which added a lot of pressure to the already scarce human resources on the city walls.

Barton was so furious that he even proposed to Reginad to close the northern gates to prevent civilians from escaping, but Reginard still did not agree, and only expressed his helplessness about it.

"That's their right, and no one has the right to force them to stay and share our suffering." He pointed to the people who had evacuated the city from afar, "They are nothing but barbers and bakers, what right do we have to let them stay and die?" Isn't it the duty of a warrior to protect those people? ”

But in fact, such a situation makes people helpless. For Reginald, the reality is always much worse than he says. He tried to convince himself that war was a subconscious human suffering that humanity wanted to stay away from, and that it was understandable for them to flee like this. But the truth is, Barton is right, it seems that the success or failure of their bitter battle has nothing to do with the civilians, and the Noxians will not kill all the farmers, but just let them change the tax payers.

Now just watching them leave the besieged city in droves was enough to make the guards on the walls depressed-

They were once the defenders of the city, but now they are an outcast.

It's the saddest thing in the world.

The bark of the trees in the city was quickly stripped away, and after a while, the defenders could barely find a single mouse, and all the animals they could find were destined for food. The weather was getting colder and colder, and without the heat from food, they had to rely on the fire they had lit to keep each other warm. One of the two wells in the south of the city was also forced to be sealed, and a man died not long after drinking water from the well.

"It looks like we haven't found the ghost yet." Barton concluded in frustration. So Reginad had no choice but to arrange for a large number of men to guard the remaining well.

Winter is coming.

They had no food and were starving and cold. The Noxians under the city were well fed and clothed, and even set up barbecue grills in the view of the city walls and outside the shooting range, and feasted on it.

The city was littered with bare tree trunks, bare, whose bark had been eaten by the guards long ago, and the remaining trees had been cut down for fire.

Not so long ago, it was a beautiful garden town, with tall trees lining the streets, forming a shady pathway. But looking at the current scene, there is no beauty at all.

Art was nothing more than a pile of scrap after the war.

Reginard could only smile bitterly in his heart as he looked at this devastated scene.

The wind didn't just bring bad news, for one night there was a sudden commotion in the barracks outside the southern part of the city, and the noise broke the silence of the night.

Reginald was napping against the battlements when he was awakened by the strange movement, and hurriedly stood up and looked at the situation below. He saw the dancing flames, the crowd crowded, and the Noxians ran out of their tents, armed with their weapons, shouting in exasperation. I saw a black figure staggering in the direction of the city gate, and countless figures chased after him. The torches in their hands reflected on the blades, reflecting the cold light of the forest.

He summoned his magic, his gaze like a knife, and tore through the veil of the night, and saw the man being chased by the Noxians. It was the monkey Wukong, who was holding two ** bags in each hand, and was running forward with all his might, but no matter how strong his brute strength was, it was still not easy to lift something of such weight and run wildly.

"Quick! Open the gates! Reginad gave the order to the general beside him, and before he had time to explain a word, he quickly ran down the city wall and ran all the way towards the city gate, and the sound of orders sounded on the city wall behind him, spreading in the direction of the city gate.

The white-robed mage's flying figure arced through the dark night. Immediately behind is the nine-tailed demon fox Ahri who is constantly shuttling between the spirit body and reality.

"What's wrong?" She asked, and as soon as the white soft shoes stepped on the ground, her body ejected out again, rushing and flashing in the brilliant blue light.

"It's Goku. Looks like he's got a lot of money, but we'll have to pick him up. Reginard smiled, his voice distorted by the sound of the wind.

In a few words, they had reached their destination. The iron gate in front of him slowly rose, and the heavy iron rubbed against it, making a mechanical sound that made the gums sour.

Just right.

He had almost slipped under the iron gate, which had not yet risen to a man's height, when Goku was panting for breath, but he accidentally fell to the ground a few steps away, and the sack in his hand fell crookedly, rolling out a few round potatoes.

Reginard rushed over, picked Goku up, dragged the sack, and kept retreating, his eyes estimating the distance of the Noxians.

It's too close. But now he was holding Goku in one hand and dragging the deadly sack with the other, and he couldn't spare his hands to cast spells and stop the Noxians a little. Even the simplest of magic can be done with gestures or a wand.

The swaying white tail suddenly blocked the line of sight, and a strange blue demon fire suddenly appeared, igniting in clusters in the dark night, floating beside the slender figure.

It's Ahri.

It felt even stronger. It seems to be the resonance of magic power, a strange feeling that has never been felt before, surging in the magic meridians. Everything comes from the magic of the nine-tailed demon fox.

Reginad held back his curiosity once more, now was not the time to seek answers, and as the Noxians rushed towards the gates, the soldiers in control of the axles could no longer begin to lower the gates!

Reginard gritted his teeth, and as soon as he let go of the hand dragging the sack, the magic mark appeared.

Bloodthirsty thaumaturgy.

A strange force instantly poured into his arm, as if he had infinite power, he dragged two ** bags, and Wukong quickly retreated into the shelter of the city wall. The iron gate was only as high as a calf above the ground.

"Ahri! Come back! Reginard shouted.

The soldiers of Noxus saw the gap in the city gate, and they did not care about continuing to pursue, but prepared to break through and enter the city, but the overwhelming fox fire of Ahri stopped them all.

"Ahri!" He cried out as hard as he could, and he knew she must have heard, for the ears that had been pricked up moved by his shout, but she did not look back.

Reason told him that it was a reckless but perfectly correct choice. It's late at night, and there are no guards behind the city gates, and the three of them alone can't completely block these guys, so as not to miss a few people to sneak into the city, or cause other trouble.

But......

There was a faint red light floating in the arms, pulsating with the aftermath of the great power brought about by the bloodthirsty thaumaturgy. Now he could, as long as he held the bars of the gate in front of him, he could stop it from falling.

He stretched out his hand to grasp the bar, each finger trembling.

- He had never made such a decision, a decision that was against his senses.

But his palm still held the iron bar in front of him, as if the entire gate, Wan Jun's strength fell on his hand. The power of magic whispered in his arms, bursting with strange power.

The whereabouts stopped. The machine grinds, making a "stabbing" blocking sound.

But it's only for the moment.

He heard his own sighs. He let go of his hand and watched as the gate fell heavily in front of him, with a thud like the sound of smashing the rocks below, and the layers of iron bars intertwined as if to separate the two worlds. The light of the spell on his arm vanished in an instant.

As if hearing the voice, the triangular ears moved, Ahri also smiled, and the orb appeared on the slender jade hand, shining with a cold light, and then a ghostly aura passed through the crowd.

The fist slammed into the railing, not heavy, but it was a sense of relief.

Lowering his head, the longer bangs are almost able to block his eyes.

Something dripped onto the ground and splashed the edge of the mage's soft boots.

……

"Hey. Dead weak chickens. A soft voice appeared beside him.

Between his snorts, he chuckled with a "snort".

"I know. The Nexus can't stop you. He said, in a light tone, and did not look at her beside him, but continued to look at the Noxians who were being teased outside the city gates.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" She asked, tilting her head.

Reginard slanted his face to look at her, still with that annoying smile on his face, while Ahri looked at him with a swaggering face, as if to hear what he could say.

"Hmm...... Didn't sleep well. ”