"Anyway, we will all die sooner or later, maybe tomorrow on the walls. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info So it's the same everywhere you die. They started celebrating tonight, and while they didn't know why Durkkao was so confident, they did have already secured the victory, and the rest was only a matter of time. When they kill us, there will be the same feast to celebrate, but by then, we won't be able to attend. ”

"I always say, you have to keep it. In fact, sometimes there is nothing wrong with admitting that everything has a limit, but that is more relieving. How can you never fail in anything? Maybe tomorrow will be the last battle, and since you have chosen to stand here, I hope that the end of the saga can be just as brilliant. ”

He smiled calmly, and just as Karma was about to stop him, he said,

"I knew you would say that." Karma said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders and falling, "Reason is always on your side." ”

"The human heart is the kind of thing that desperately denies the truth, but has to accept its fate. The Apocalypse knows the principles of heaven, but I'm just a fool of people with clever words. ”

"Yes," Karma agreed with his self-deprecation, "but you have a magical power that is more powerful than all the techniques you have mastered. In fact, this battle was impossible from the beginning, as you can see, but now you have created a miracle. ”

With that, Karma turned around and called, "Come out, Irelia." ”

Hearing her words, Irelia from behind the shadow in the corner moved her steps and stepped out. She held a beautiful box in both hands, and the twin dragons symbolizing Ionia floated on it, as if the two sacred beasts could suddenly come to life and fly out of the iron shell at any moment.

"What is this?"

Karma motioned for Irelia to open the box, revealing a neatly folded garment on the inside of the soft silk. "It's the robe left behind by the Holy King Presidium."

"This is an Ionian treasure, and I can't afford something so valuable."

"Think of it as a declaration on behalf of Ionia to complete the fight to the death." Karma said, in a tone that could not be said to be decisive or sighing.

Reginard nodded, carefully picking up the folded robe, but he couldn't help but be taken aback—trousers, cape, soft armor, boots.

This suit, he had seen in a dream.

――Sure enough, is the fateful day coming?

……

Du Kekao sat on the throne, and the bones of the beast where the throne had been built still exuded a faint smell of blood.

In Noxian tradition, the commander's throne at the celebration feast must be made from the bones of beasts that are hunted near the battlefield. The Noxians believed that the violent souls of dead beasts would remain on corpses for days until the smell of flesh was dried.

Therefore, the one who sits on the throne must have the ability to control the soul of this fierce beast in order to be qualified to control victory.

Du Quecao sat on it, his solid black cloak as before, without any ornamentation, he did not need to flaunt himself with any insignia, such an outfit, such a face, was the most powerful symbol in the territory of Noxus, and indeed in all of Valoran.

The legionnaires sat on either side of him, forming a large circle of thousands of people, and there was a small circle between them, and the women of Noxus danced a primitive and powerful dance in the middle.

Du Kecao leaned back in his chair, his wine in his hands, and although it was on the eve of victory, he knew that an invisible presence was pressing his soul.

He drank it all down, although more often than not, he didn't like to drink, and as a commander, everything that might affect his judgment was no different from **. But he drank it this time, not only because it was okay, but also because next to his cup, another cup was already filled with wine, just as next to his right hand, another throne was empty.

No one dared to speculate on who the position belonged to, only that it must be a guy who could be an equal to the general.

But that kind of person doesn't exist, right?

Even if General Du Kekao did have such a candidate in mind, none of the soldiers dared to express their conjectures. Because he is the military god of Noxus, a god-like existence, naturally no one should be able to compare with him.

Tyrone knew the answer, although in his heart he didn't agree with the guy, compared to the general he respected, the two of them were completely heaven and earth.

"General, I think it will take two or three days for the city to be broken, and today's defeat of Sain is already unexpected, this Ionian cultivator has a large number of cultivators, and he has hidden it deeply, and he has actually broken the secret method of the undead legion. I'm afraid today's celebration banquet is a bit early, right? ”

The smile on the general's cheek appeared calm and elegant, and the smile was so hidden that it was completely impossible to grasp his thoughts. "It's the right time. If it's late, they won't have time to attend. Victory needs to be shared by the allies, but what is more needed is for the losers to taste our wine of victory. ”

"But are you sure he'll come?"

The general laughed but did not say a word.

"Ionians! General, the Ionians are in the camp! A shout sharply tore through the crowd. People stood up one after another, and the circles that had been formed were disrupted, but suddenly a path appeared in the crowd.

In the eyes of everyone, the legendary mage strode towards the soul of the Norbon.

Unlike last time, this time he was followed by a dozen or so warriors in armor, followed by Karma in a dark blue robe, and next to her was a heavily armed ninja who was the Twilight Eye of the Balance Sect, whom they had fought against. Further behind is a strangely dressed archer, with blue skin and strange purple tattoos, and his whole body exudes a rich and peculiar sense of energy.

The people who came were all fully armed, and although they knew what kind of power they had, when facing those cold and dark metals, they couldn't help but worry for a moment in their hearts, worried about whether the other party would kill them.

Humanity is ridiculously fragile.

"You are not welcome at the camp in Noxus. Why are you here? Tyrone stepped forward and said.

"I'm afraid that's a bit inappropriate, right?" Reginald didn't give up and went toe-to-toe with Tyrone. "This is Ionian land, not a Noxian camp. But according to Ionian etiquette, I welcome you tonight. It's just that I didn't expect to be treated so rudely, is this the hospitality of your state? ”

Du Kekao heard the blade unsheath under Tyrone's cloak beside him, but he raised a hand to stop him. "There's no need, Tyrone, let them come. I've been waiting for a long time. ”

"The etiquette of Noxus has always been only for the strong. But...... Your Excellency deserves this respect. He turned to Reginard, bowed slightly from his throne, and raised his glass in respect. Please. He bowed his head slightly, motioning for him to sit down, and the vacant throne beside him was reserved for him.

The same specifications are precisely for the worthy opponent in the heart.