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Ladders continued to climb the edge of the wall, and other Noxians threw iron hooks with twine, which clicked and hooked the wall, and with a strong pull, the rope tauted, and the iron hooks bit deeply into the battlements.

"Draw your sword!" Reginad shouted an order to the samurai standing on the rampart, and with a clatter, the shiny blade was sliced out of its scabbard and erected in front of him.

Some of the soldiers began to cut the hemp ropes like crazy, and even leaned out of the cover of the walls in an attempt to overturn the ladder. But it directly became a live target for the archers below and fell into the army formation under the city.

Reginald stopped this madness of theirs in time. "Stop! Wait until they start climbing! It's not the rope that we're going to kill! Several generals quickly gave orders, and the sound of shouting orders spread throughout the entire city wall.

"Steady-" the command dragged out a long tail note.

The samurai had their backs to the battlements, and behind the walls against them, a storm of arrows swept away.

This is the cover of fire before starting to climb the ladder, and they must be patient enough, like every predator living in the jungle. Calm down. Some put their cold iron swords to their foreheads, trying to keep themselves calm.

Beyond the battlements, the young man named Dust was taking deep breaths, the muscles of his arms tense, and Reginard knew that he had only seen war for the first time, and it must not be a good feeling.

But who wants to witness such bloody killings again and again?

Reginard sighed, straightened up, and weighed his sword in his hand, he didn't use his staff, thanks in large part to the assassination of the Joker last night-

Of course, he was a serious guy, but he was afraid that he would fall in the middle of the spell. He knew he couldn't fall, and once he fell, the soldiers would most likely fall.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, then dodged a few arrows, rolled behind the wall, and walked through the gap behind the battlements to the young man, and smiled at him.

"Take it easy."

"I found out that heroic epics are not really like that." The black-haired teenager also smiled to ease his nervousness.

"How?"

"There was no mention of a dry throat or a bulging bladder in those stories."

Reginald laughed.

The young man's hands holding the big sword rotated on the hilt for half a circle, and he continued to ask, "Any good suggestions?" ”

"Well......" Reginard thought for a moment, then replied with a grin, "find a way to live." ”

The whistling rain of arrows stopped.

It was quiet enough to hear their own breathing, and then they heard the twine of the iron hooks hanging from the city's head taut, and the ladder trembling with the footsteps of the climb.

"Now!" The high-pitched shouts were followed by earth-shattering battle cries, warriors roaring out of cover, metal weapons in their hands seemingly surging with blood, slashing at the Noxians who had climbed up from ropes and ladders.

Buford clenched his sword tightly, and several of the warbands stationed here belonged to the two-handed swordsman battalion, and his eyes were fixed on the Noxians who had climbed up.

They had no sturdy armor, and less than half of them had shields, but that was only a layer of covered wood that didn't provide them with much protection. However, the thick and sharp axe was quite interesting to him, and he must pick one up and try it later.

He rounded his sword and prepared to slash at the first Noxian, who had climbed up the wooden ladder, but the latter stiffened and fell straight backwards, landing on his companion below.

A feathered sword shot into his chest, killing him directly. Buford half-turned his head back, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Jon's figure, who was haughtily pulling another arrow from the quiver behind him and placing it on his bow.

"It's mine." He smiled.

Although the firepower on the walls was so abundant that the Noxians could barely touch the walls before they could be knocked over, they went on and on, and there was little fear in their eyes, only the fervor of a beast.

This is the Noxians.

Success means being promoted to a knighthood, glory and wealth, and the only end of failure is death, and the end of those who survive and deserters is only execution.

The first Noxian warrior finally stood on the high wall of Presidian, but was immediately slain by the Ionian soldiers stationed there, and only had time to block twice in vain, but this bought time for his companions behind them, and the men behind them climbed the wall, and with the waving of their tomahawks, they opened a space beside the wall, like a wedge, and bit into the line of the Ionians.

The network of fire formed by hundreds of bows was also broken, and many archers had to put down their longbows and draw their one-handed swords to meet the battle.

More Noxians broke through the blockade of fire and climbed to the top of the wall from ladders or hemp ropes. They were obviously not elite, but they were recruits used as cannon fodder, their armor was not neatly equipped, and their weapons were varied, most of course, using Tomahawks, the signature weapon of Noxus.

The Noxians cowered in the corners of the walls and slashed, twine and wooden ladders climbing up their reinforcements behind them. Despite this, however, they are still under siege by the Ionian defenders, and it is difficult for them to use their fists.

The Ionians were very well trained, in contrast to the intelligence they had gathered, and they seemed to have been specially trained to surround them with shield infantry in a hurry, while sharp spears protruded through the gaps between their shields.

The chill of the tip of the spear drove them back.

But behind the Noxian warriors was the edge of the wall, and they were about to fall dozens of feet below the wall - they had been cornered, but the Noxian warriors only hesitated for a moment and stopped retreating, and they roared and jumped to their feet, and charged at the Ionian army.

A large group of people died under the sharp spears, but many more rushed after the victims, snatched the spears that were stuck in the bodies of their comrades, and then slammed into the shield wall with their bodies and weapons!

It's a bunch of beasts!

The Iron Sun Clan's heavy shield infantry gritted their teeth, their bodies shrunk behind the shield, and they used all their strength to push forward against the half-human-tall shield, the Noxians' onslaught making them almost unable to hold on.

Everyone seemed to have a string in their hearts, screaming to get close to the limit, and their brains were starting to get foggy, but they only gritted their teeth and held on, they knew what the consequences would be if that string broke.

It's like a levee in front of a flood, you can only hold on to that line of defense, otherwise the surging water will burst like a beast and burst down.

But no matter how strong the embankment is, there is a moment when it is broken, not to mention that they are flesh and blood after all.

A shield soldier was knocked to the ground, and the neat shield wall instantly broke a gap, and before the soldiers behind could quickly raise their shields to fill their positions, the warriors of Noxus immediately roared over the shield wall and pounced on them.

On the city wall, the two armies officially met in close combat!