Just as Reginald feared, the Noxians brought a new horror to them on this day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mechanical arm of the catapult threw a huge stone projectile that wiped out the battlements, and the roaring Noxians once again crossed the walls of the wall, their black iron colliding with the white steel of Ionia.

Li Qing was bare-handed, his eyes covered by a red blindfold, but he was full of deterrence. He strode along the ramparts, blood already soaking through his thin shirt, and he simply tore off the clothes that had been stuck to his body, revealing his bronzed skin.

His sword slashed through the Noxian legions, and his terrifying martial arts and physical skills drew countless Noxians around him, trying to work together to slay the strange monk with the golden bell jar.

Reginad fought alongside him, and in addition to the two of them, there were fifty warriors of the Aatrox Band, and they held their ground, and no matter how many Noxians rushed at them, they ended up in a meagre amount of corpses piled up on the walls.

The corpses piled up on the battlements, the blood made the ground sticky, and some of the soldiers fell off the walls without carelessness, never to return.

The battle continued to rage.

The siege tower was no more than a few yards from the city wall, and the huge support was like a drawbridge, falling violently at the right distance to meet the city wall.

In the midst of the Noxian legions, an earth-shattering roar erupted, and countless Noxians rushed up to the siege tower, and from the bridge deck made of brackets!

The thud of the bridge slamming against the walls seemed to have caught the attention of Reginade, and the Noxians in front of him kept climbing ladders and ropes, and they couldn't kill them all. He searched everywhere, holding a wicker basket full of stones, and fell downward, and the stones in the basket fell down with a clatter.

Noxians climbing ladders were hit head-on, and some of the ladder treads snapped and snapped.

"Team Mage!" Reginad shouted orders, his voice hoarse from the flames of war.

It's time to see how far these exiled mages who have fled here to live in seclusion can go.

Along with his order, General Patton also quickly sounded the horn, and hundreds of soldiers on the city wall quickly broke away from the battle, picked up the sealed clay pots from the baskets in the inner direction of the city wall, and the liquid fluid was swaying inside, and then one by one the jars were thrown directly in the direction of the siege tower.

The clay pot shattered into the tower, and the dark liquid seeped into the wood.

"Fireball!"

Except for the Academy of Magic, Reginard had never seen such a spectacular sight, nearly a hundred magicians casting spells at the same time, fireballs brewing in their hands, some elderly magicians had a hard time casting, and had to be assisted by wands, but they were also slow to condense.

The fireballs were thrown unevenly, after all, everyone had different speeds of condensing mana and gathering elements, and it was difficult for them to be uniform. The flame itself is also the most violent element, and to control a condensed fireball for a long time, waiting for a unified command before projecting it, is simply playing with fire in disguise.

It's really like the scene you saw in the Academy of Magic, uneven, flames of different colors and powers rushing towards the huge siege towers, which looked laughable and laughable, but the effect was very satisfying.

Perhaps it was the oil canisters that had been thrown at the siege towers in advance that played a decisive role, the orange flames quickly rose up in the towers, and the siege towers seemed to turn into candles, burning with flames, and the soldiers on them had nowhere to flee, and they screamed and turned to ashes, and some of them ran desperately to the brackets leading to the walls, but they were shot to the ground by the archers of Ionia, and became the greedy fodder for the flames, and some of them jumped in pain, and their burning bodies fell from such a high place and fell to pieces.

This purgatory-like sight terrified everyone in the war, and after a moment's reaction, the first to come back to their senses killed the stunned opponent with their weapons, and then searched for a new target on the battlefield.

Is this war? Brutal war.

Reginard took a deep breath, but the smell of burnt flesh all over his nose made him even more uncomfortable.

You are the commander-in-chief, Reginard, and those are the enemies who must be slain without mercy. He tried to ignore the screams of pain and turn his attention elsewhere.

It seems that his combat preparation strategy is still flawed, neglecting the training of magicians, and it seems that he needs special training, but what can he do in such a short period of time?

That's what a commander should be thinking about.

Before nightfall, Noxus actually stopped attacking. Maybe it's because the siege towers were burned, or maybe they're planning their next attack, there's no way to know.

The soldiers were so tired that they wanted to sleep for a hundred years, but no one could lie down and rest, because no one knew if Noxus would launch a surprise attack in the next second, dragging them directly from their tired dreams to hell.

In fact, whether Noxus attacked or not, they were constantly destroying the group of warriors on the city walls.

Barton tossed the casualty statistics to Reginald and fell into the shadows of the tower.

Reginald gave him a reassuring smile, "I didn't expect to be able to hold this wall today." I almost gave it up at the mercy of Shen Zhi. ”

"The loss of friend and foe is three to one, which is a drop in the bucket, and sooner or later they will bring us down. We only have these people, attrition is attrition, and they just need to keep resorting to wheel warfare, and it is only a matter of time before we are brought down. Barton, who was lying on the ground, gasped. We need support. ”

He's right.

"Moreover, none of the giants you are talking about, the unbeatable giants, the terrible assassins, and the blood warlocks who manipulate the secret method of blood, have not yet appeared."

Reginard didn't answer, maybe they didn't know how to answer, they were already doing an impossible thing, no matter who was going to do it, it was undoubtedly too difficult. He digressed the subject and said:

"Our magicians need to be trained. The training will begin tonight, and I will train them myself, and it will be a bit of a hassle to form a firepower system for spells. ”

Barton listened quietly, but didn't seem to quite understand what training Reginald was going to do, after all, the war had already begun, and no one had any strange arguments about what training would be going on after the war had begun - in fact, even Reginald himself didn't know, his plan was still in his head, ethereal and shapeless.

"Let's go, let's go to the dining hall to eat." The magician coughed twice and said.

"I'm not hungry."

"Trust me, Barton, when you really feel hungry, you won't even have the strength to climb." He handed a hand to the strong warrior, who took him and pulled himself up and stood up.

The two of them walked towards the cafeteria together.

Reginald's mind was running fast, and the magicians had varying levels of magic, some of them were like street performers, but they were only at the stage where they could make money by playing tricks with magic, without having undergone precious magical training, and each person's abilities and talents were different, gathering the elements, infusing magic, and the speed at which each of the various links was completed.

What a headache to plan. Alas, no matter what, let's have a good meal.

At the same time, in the main room of the West Wing, which was specially vacated for the balance of ninjas, Shin, Kenan, and Akali, the three shadow warriors selected according to ancient traditions, all gathered here.

Standing across from Shen was still the businessman, the villain, the hypocritical politician Terry.

"Are you sure about this information?"

"Indeed, how dare I deceive you, Lord Twilight. The general of Nanoxus came to the front line to supervise the battle during the war, but at night he did not live in the 'tent city' outside the city, but stayed in a temple not far away, which I saw with my own eyes. ”

"And how did you escape?" Akali interrogated suspiciously.

"Well...... It took a little money to get away from under the noses of the Noxian soldiers. He smiled like a businessman.

"Alright, you can go out." Shen sent off the guest with a cold voice.

Both Kenan and Akali set their eyes on him, wondering what the Twilight Eyes would decide. Shen didn't react, just closed his eyes slightly, and when the door closed, he finally opened his eyes, his eyes swaying with vague anticipation, and he spoke, speaking cleanly:

"Tonight, action."