Reginard flicked his right wrist, and the long, narrow, slender blade pierced the air with a crisp crack. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He took a breath and shifted his steps, dodging a throwing knife that was heading straight at the front door, and struck at the Noxians who had broken through the defenses.

More and more Noxians stood on the walls, and a vicious cycle had begun, and their battles had left the people on the walls with no time to care about the climbers who followed them, leaving only the archers on the towers of the main walls to stop their advances with their arrows.

But that's just spitting into the sea, and it won't help at all.

In fact, Reginard had already prepared for it, this newly built façade was originally just a pressure to return to their opponents, and he had long known that he might be breached by the Noxians on the first day, but now it was just beginning, and he didn't want to give up easily.

The sword in his hand was picked one by one, and the opponent's ferocious attack was resolved, and the opponent lost his center of gravity and staggered back, revealing a large flaw on his chest, followed by a "snort", blooming a dripping blood.

The Noxians in front of him fell to the ground. The sword in Reginald's hand looked more like a decorative saber than a combat weapon, and it had almost no sharp blades and blood grooves.

However, this was not a problem in the eyes of the young magician, and the wind elemental was noisily swirling around, as he slashed and picked thorns like a cold wind that cut through his skin, or like a tornado. It was as if there was only a silver sword light in his hand, and it had already killed people before he could see it clearly.

More and more Noxians gathered around him, looking for an opportunity to give him a hard blow, and it seemed that someone must be offering a bounty on his neck. But Reginald was quick and didn't leave them a chance.

In fact, his speed can be completely faster, but he can't use his hands and feet on this crowded city wall, and his play is very limited, otherwise there will be no need to arrange troops in battle.

A small group of Noxians stood out of the crowd and slaughtered the unarmed stretcher men, and Adjutant Patton immediately noticed this, immediately called the nearest group of soldiers, and quickly broke away from the battle and rushed there.

But there were crowds of people everywhere, and they simply couldn't get there in time to help.

Reginald cursed the Noxians who had caught the needle, and a wand slipped out of the sleeve of his wide robe and grasped it in his hand, the tip of which suddenly shone brightly.

A purple-red bolt of lightning flew over the heads of the people, killing a Noxian warrior by the lightning bolt, and the strange lightning jumped away from his corpse and pounced on his companion.

Super high-level magic, an enhanced version of the Light of Destruction, the Light of Destruction is a powerful magic that locks onto the target and kills it, and after his magic circle is strengthened, he can complete the jump between enemies, thus killing multiple targets, but in exchange, the consumption of magic and mental power will increase exponentially with each jump.

After all, the distance is too far, and there are Ionian warriors guarding the city around, so they can't use the so-called range spell to kill, and the light of destruction can be regarded as the most direct way.

The purple-red lightning leaped gorgeously among the Noxian soldiers, and their bodies were struck by the lightning, and they immediately fell to the ground.

A terrifying magic that can directly destroy the form.

When the lightning made one last leap and put the Reaper's chains around the neck of the already panicked Noxian soldier, Reginald's surging mana finally stopped pouring into his wand.

His body shook slightly.

A Noxian Tomahawk saw the opportunity, slashed down the man in front of him, and then stepped on his corpse and jumped over.

Reginard crossed his sword to resist the rough blow, and the wind elemental attached to the blade was completely a one-touch existence with his now vain spiritual power.

The enchantment that didn't help him counteract the impact was a heavy blow that directly shook the blade and was transmitted. The blade, the grip, and then the wrist and arm were all shaken by the heavy impact.

It's no wonder that magicians are protected by people to cast spells, but I didn't expect that the sharp consumption of mental power will also affect the exertion of physical strength. It's just that it has always been difficult for him to reach a critical point of the limit, so he didn't notice it.

But this time in Ionia, it's really ......

I really don't know when the old wounds will get better, but I can't rest for a moment.

His mind vanished in front of him, his eyes revealed the smiling face of the Noxian warrior, the white-robed mage staggered, his palm slammed, and he threw the wand in his hand, and the wand turned into a streamer, gradually losing its physical characteristics, turning into a magical energy, and slamming into the man.

When the magic light touched the samurai's body, it burst open.

Reginald couldn't help but feel a little pain in his heart.

This Burst Wand is not cheap, and if it weren't for a pinch, of course it wouldn't have taken advantage of its properties and chose to detonate it.

His current situation is still dangerous, and he must temporarily retreat to the rear to recover his mental strength. But it was clear that the group of Noxians was coming for him.

In sight, a samurai ran and jumped, and the giant axe in his hand slashed down in the air!

But he noticed another, slightly shorter figure, rolling short from the surrounding battle situation, and its body collided with the samurai's body, and the sword in his hand stabbed directly into the latter's lower abdomen.

Be...... Irelia.

"Didn't you go to the hospital to help Soraka?" Reginard was a little grateful, but he couldn't help but blame.

"It's all the same, instead of waiting for your weak chicken to be carried there by the stretcher team, it's better to come here directly to protect you, which is more potion-saving." Irelia laughed.

"Be careful!" Reginard sees a sharp axe sneak up from behind.

Irelia turned her head sideways, her sword raised above her head, blocking the blow. The heel rotated, and he slashed down, directly disemboweling the man.

To be honest, although the battlefield was still bloody and dreary, it was a little uncomfortable, but it was the second time that she had faced such a scene, and Irelia's feelings were no longer as bad as the first time.

"It's simple." The face is full of the young and sunny smile of the girl.

Reginald pulled a bottle of potion out of his robe, tilted his head and poured it in, then closed his eyes for a moment, opened them again, twisted his stiff neck, and moved his wrist.

It feels as if it's alive again.

"Hey! You're not going to rest, aren't you? Irelia shouted at him, stopping the attack of the man in front of her.

"I'm done resting." The young white-robed mage said lightly.

The answer left Irelia speechless.

"Alright, I'll take care of your back than you can see who kills more Noxians. To be fair, I promise not to use magic. ”

"Hmph, you obviously want me to protect your back." Irelia muttered, "I won't lose to a melee mage like you. ”

"Then give it a try." Reginard said with a grin.

In fact, he didn't have the strength to cast spells, and the potion he drank was only a potion made from the herbs that Irelia had picked before, and it was just a function of awakening his mind.

To put it simply, it's just a forcible self-stimulation that stimulates the ultimate mental power.