"Reinforcements? How come there are only 10,000 people, where are the others? Du Kekao raised a pair of cold eyes and stared at the guy in front of him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The lower half of his face was bandaged like a mummy, almost bald, with only a few tufts of hair left on the top of his head, and he looked like a tech geek from Zaun.

A man's hoarse voice came from under the bandage, "Report to the General, there is a rebellion in the capital, and a soldier who calls himself Darius has killed a nobleman, causing a mess. Lord Svein urgently dispatched troops to suppress it, and presumably when the chaos subsided, the reinforcements would surely set off truthfully. But these are not important, the latest achievements of alchemy I brought can block thousands of people, and it will definitely become a powerful help for the general. ”

"Oh? More powerful than Warwick's poison? ”

"Of course." The fiery fire in the man's eyes was even worse, he was admittedly respectful, but when it came to alchemy, there was a kind of fiery and conceit beyond ordinary people.

"I'll see, Sinjid, and I hope you're better than your teacher. Also, what about Warwick? ”

"He's here too, of course, and with his new body, his claws are already hungry and thirsty."

"Very good." Du Kekao smiled faintly.

"General!" A non-commissioned officer came to report it. "The messenger of Ionia asks for an audience."

The thin, knife-and-axe lips hooked a cruel smile.

……

Reginard crossed his arms and stared through the panes, staring intently at the bustling crowd outside City Hall.

"Elder Gondor!"

"Help us!"

"Starfall Village has fallen in just one night! Now the Noxians are gathering an army outside the town! There are too many, there are too many of them, and we're all going to be finished! ”

"My family is all dead, haha, everyone will die, they will all die, haha!"

"Gondor!"

The despair, fear, accusation, and even madness on every face were like heavy boulders that weighed down on his heart and made him breathless.

I didn't expect that my original decision to condone the war and reap the benefits would actually decide the fate of so many innocent people in a moment.

He closed his eyes slightly, and Irelia had just in time to close the curtains for him.

"Fear has been the advance party of Noxus," he mused, "and we've lost half of it. "Elder Gondor, the only way to do this is to retreat to the walls of Presidium. Ionia needs you, there is no shortage of good bows and arrows in Sun Hunting Town, and we need you to defend the entire wall. ”

The elders on the seat looked at him with cloudy eyes.

Words about war, about fighting for honor, could no longer ignite his passion. Maybe thirty years ago, he would have just grabbed that bow, carried a bag of arrows on his back, and went out to fight those Noxian dogs to the death.

Of course, when you were young, you weren't an elder yourself, were you?

He had to admit that he was old now.

He enjoyed the wisdom that the years had brought him, but he could only grieve for the aging of his body. Despite his neat short hair and meticulously manicured short beard, he still struggled with that time. But time had already crept up his sideburns, and his muscles stretched out dry lines on the warrior-style crop jacket known for his ability.

These muscles are like the armor worn by the knights of the honor guard at festivals, and they are nothing more than decorations.

War and bloodshed in exchange for illusory honor. This kind of brainless business can only be used to coax the young mage in front of him to be so stunned.

"No, I have sent a messenger to sue for peace with Noxus."

"Don't be stupid, how could they possibly agree?"

"War is not the only way to solve things." The elder said lightly.

"But for Noxus, it's the only one."

"Violence against violence, so what is the difference between you and them? We have adhered to the way of peace for hundreds of years, visitors from the mainland, your side has been in constant war since ancient times, and I can't understand it, I won't blame you. ”

"So sit back and wait? Your philosophy is strange! Concessions can't lead to peace, why don't you understand? Reginald was a little furious.

Irelia tugged at his arm, hoping to calm him down, but it didn't seem to help.

"You don't care if your townspeople live or die, I care about my archers!" With that, Reginard was about to slam the door.

Suddenly the sound of battle rang out in the town.

The shouting outside the government hall also turned into a shrill scream, and the crowd fled in panic.

"Damn! Is this what you call the way of peace? His hand slammed into the door frame.

"Elder, Noxus is on the offensive! The militia of the messenger ......" pushed the door in a panic, but before he could finish speaking, the words that followed turned into screams of pain.

From his mouth and nose, red blood spurted out.

From this hapless deceased, Reginald felt an extremely dark wave of magic. He subconsciously dodged and retreated, away from the chaotic coiled energy.

The man's body suddenly exploded, as if something had burst from within, and bloody pieces of flesh splattered on the spot, and Irelia screamed incessantly.

Reginald was secretly glad that he hadn't gotten too close and soiled his clothes.

And on the blurred piece of flesh, there was a fishy mass of blood, floating strangely in the air.

In the shadows outside the door, a figure slowly appeared and walked in front of several people. Until then he had seemed to be one with the shadow, dormant and waiting.

He walked gracefully like an old-fashioned aristocrat, he did look old, and his skin was pale and sickly, but his posture and steps seemed to be very young.

And that ball of blood, as if pulled by some strange force, slowly gathered above the man's palm, spinning into a terrifying blood ball.

"Vladimir?"

The bloodomancer of Noxus, he is said to possess a secret method about blood, hence the monstrous guy known as a vampire. Reginald stared at the elegant man in front of him.

"What an honor. Lord Reginald Ashram knows about me? The voice sounded clear and elegant as a young man, incompatible with the old countenance.

He was indeed very young, and this aging was caused by the secret method he had cultivated.

The price of so-called power.

"I'm here, General Dedu Kekao. The general was dissatisfied with your weakness and ordered the slaughter of the entire town. Hmph, you soft-boned cowards don't deserve to live in the world! ”

Reginald stared cautiously at his opponent, suddenly turned half of his body sideways, palmed against the wall behind him, and grabbed suddenly, "Boom! "There was a loud bang, and a big hole was cracked in the wall!

"Ellie! Protect Elder Gondor and leave it to me. ”

Irelia nodded, her sword unsheathed, ready to fight, and after sending the elder through the hole in the wall, she jumped up herself, and before jumping out of the hall, she couldn't help but look back at Reginald with worry in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I've never been afraid of any magicians." He smiled and tilted his head, "Just keep an eye on the back of your skirt, and be careful that I see something I shouldn't see, I'll be distracted." ”

"Hmph." Irelia looked at this guy's indecent appearance, snorted disdainfully, and subconsciously blocked behind and jumped out.