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This spirit monkey Goku is simply a great help, when Reginard sees the piles of potatoes in the bag, he can't help but feel that Goku's judgment is indeed very wise, of all the food, this is obviously the most satisfying, and can take more food at once.

This really solves the urgent need.

Although no one knows what to do in the future, fools can guess that after this, Noxus will definitely strengthen the supervision of food, even if Goku has that kind of trick that makes it difficult to distinguish between real and fake, I am afraid that he will not sneak in as easily as this time.

But the desperate guards had long since given up on this pointless worry, and for them, it was just a matter of surviving one day at a time. The aroma of food fills the air, perhaps because of hunger, and the sense of smell is particularly sensitive.

Ignoring the hot roasted potatoes, they began to feast on them, and their mouths were burned, and they kept exhaling hot air, and the contrast between the steaming food and the cold bricks formed a very sharp contrast in the dark night.

Reginald took the roasted potatoes threaded with wooden sticks and walked over to the man at the edge of the battlements. The latter seemed out of place in the midst of the celebratory atmosphere, just standing alone, staring beyond the gaps between the battlements and into the distance, at the Noxian camp at night.

The purple-blue skin is showing a strange pathology.

It's Varus.

Reginald put his hand on his shoulder and handed him the food in his hand. Varus took the food and gave him a somewhat flustered smile back.

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

Now he is the leader of the archery battalion, the commander of all the archers, and his unparalleled archery skills have driven his colleagues crazy, and they have brought a terrible slaughter to the Noxian charge with those steel deaths with tail feathers on the city walls.

After more than a month of hard fighting, they defeated the black-armored warriors of Noxus, and the elite warriors, under the cover of the trainee infantry, or the walls of flesh-shielded men, covered them to ascend the walls, but were eventually repulsed by the Ionians. In that battle, Patton was left with a long scar on his face, stretching from the side of his face to his neck.

They are elite and terrifying, like their homeland, Noxus, the country of death.

But when Varus fired the first arrow with precision, piercing the man's throat, everyone was thrilled, for they knew that their enemies were mortal mortals.

"You are the hero of Ionia." Reginard continued to look at the man in front of him and said.

"It's good not to be a sinner." Varus smiled self-deprecatingly, he lowered his head and shook his head.

He was blaming himself, blaming himself for the hatred derived from his despair, he had hated this land, because of his inexplicable duty, because of his resentment at being overused, because of ......

This hatred became a chain, and he was controlled by the Queen of Darkness.

He has only been atoning for it.

"Varus, everyone has times when they are lost, no matter what kind of power they have. Even the darkest and most evil energy bursts with divine light when you use it to defend your home and the innocent. ”

Varus didn't say anything, just stared at the young magician.

"And your power isn't that evil, is it? It's just a bit of an anomaly. You can do it as a free practice at Sindra. ”

Varus was amused by Reginald's analogy, and he knew it would be humiliating to be laughed at like this, but he just wanted to laugh, and the laughter swirled into the night sky.

They ushered in a gloomy morning.

As the morning sun fell on the earth among the dark clouds, and it was much darker than usual, Reginald felt that his tiredness was exacerbated by the weather, and often the best thing to do was to sleep at home.

It was like the first day of this bitter battle.

The haze was like a cloud piling up in the hearts of every guard on the city walls.

Noxus's legions began to assemble in the distance, and when Reginald used his magic to extend his vision and see the legion as it was ready to go, he finally understood what it was like.

It really seems like a very suitable set.

Because the real storm is coming.

Du Qucao's game is always so shrewd, and a good commander knows how to give hope to his opponent and despair. And it was the most brutal blow, enough to crush a person.

The soldiers were dressed in armor that covered their bodies, a pair of scimitars in the sheaths of their backs, like black knights crawling out of hell, and the face armor of their helmets was a pair of fierce masks.

Legion of the Undead.

The most terrifying war machine in Noxus, but everything is only a legend, as they have destroyed countless city-states and villages, and rumors have been like a plague, but there are no real witnesses.

All those who were their enemies were brutally killed.

As rumored it, they had no shields, only armor, and no armor could defend against a piercing arrow from Varus.

"They have no protection, they are not afraid of death, and they will not die. All they need to do is slaughter. Their souls have long been sacrificed to the god of death to collect thousands of souls in this world on his behalf. ”

Reginad remembered the rumors he had heard in the tavern about the undead legion, about a fugitive from Yereco, a village that had been slaughtered for opposing Noxus.

But if you are not afraid of death, why do you wear all that armor?

In front of the enemy formation, a tall samurai stood taller than the ordinary, like a giant, holding a double-edged axe, which also had no shield to protect himself, only armor that covered his entire body.

Further behind was a group of unarmed men, unarmed and armoured, standing atop a strangely shaped magic array, their eyes glazed.

He saw the lips of the tall giant under his visor move, the thick iron blue lips opened, and he saw the shape of his mouth, as if he were speaking to him.

He's saying, "Here we go." ”

The legions began to form in order, and they marched towards the walls under the leadership of the giant, not to charge, but to march with them. They lined up in a phalanx and took powerful steps.

Proudly marched.

"This guy, I seem to ...... I've seen it. Ahri said suddenly, with a worried expression. They can't seem to be killed. Goku has also seen it. ”

Reginald looked at Goku on the side, and the monkey quickly nodded. "I was supposed to smash his head with a stick, but he didn't do anything at all."

A devil named fear began to eat away at his faith.

Reginad gritted his teeth, whatever they were, even if they were the devils in hell, they had to make them pay!

"Fire!" He commanded in a loud voice, the sound of strings being pulled through the line beside him, and the flame elemental began to emit a restless noise, and now the assembly line of those magicians only took two seconds to complete the spell and send the blazing fireball flying into the battlefield.

A rain of arrows and blazing flames weaved into a terrifying web of fire, swooping down on the fabled undead legion.