The people cheered, and the abandoned façade burned in the night, like a giant bathed in fire, engulfing the Noxians in the flames of fury. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Kalmar was not only stunned as she looked at this scene, but not simply because of the terrifying power of this forbidden spell, she had heard a legend.

It tells the story of the demons of hell invading the world, and a tall giant stands in front of the humans to protect them from the demons, but in the end he is covered in bruises and exhausted, and has to sacrifice his body in the eternal flames, and the enemies of the future will be burned to the ground.

And then......

That was just the beginning of that ethereal legend.

But in the light of the fire that danced in the night, she seemed to faintly see what was described in the legend. Is it a coincidence? Even if the legend does exist, it must have happened in ancient times.

On the other side, however, Reginard looked at the blazing fire, his ears filled with the desperate and painful wails of the Noxians, and his powerful spiritual perception had now turned into a torment.

The heart-rending screams, the gasps of despair frozen in place, the vicious cursing...... Lingering in my ears. The fear of imminent death hit the heart.

He had faced death many times before, and he had brushed shoulders with death many times, the feeling of a heartbeat that could stop at any time...... It stands to reason that I shouldn't have been afraid of that old friend a long time ago.

But in my heart, there is more helplessness and regretful grief.

They are all just innocents, dying painfully in this war. Who really likes war from the bottom of their hearts? And who is really obsessed with killing? Even the Noxians living in a war-torn militaristic state are no exception, and the fanaticism in their hearts simply stems from the fact that in Noxus, it is the most direct and most acceptable way to get ahead.

Chess pawn.

There is no better word than this, which can be eaten at any time, and can be "strategically" pushed to death at any time. There is no winner in chess, and it is always the opponent who wins.

The strangest thing in this world is that it is always the few who drive the many, and in just a few words, they manipulate the fate of everyone.

He silently descended from the city walls, stepping on the masonry of the staircase, a solid feedback from the ground. The sound of light footsteps behind him quickly caught up.

"Weak chicken?" It was Ahri's voice, and she asked tentatively, "Feeling bad?" ”

"It's alright." He forced a smile at her and told her that he was fine, "I always feel like a murderous butcher." ”

This sentence is breezy and light.

"Humans are animals that like to kill each other." A sarcastic smile curled into the corner of Ahri's mouth, "Besides, this is a counterattack, if you really want to say who is wrong, then it should be the guy who did it first." ”

He silently went to his office behind the wall, and Ahri had to follow silently, and from the wall came the exhilarating shouts of the soldiers, who were laughing, and they were insulting their enemies. Reginad walked ahead, not knowing what to say, just trying to escape from here.

Ahri followed him with her head half-bowed, her nine tails hanging behind her, almost dragging them to the ground. The atmosphere was so embarrassing that she seemed to choke, and her little brain kept thinking about whether there was something that was not good just now.

"That's right, Ahri." As she walked to the wooden door of her office, Reginard suddenly turned around and called her. Ahri paused, and when he raised his head, his eyes lit up, and he looked at him with his ears pricked up.

Momentinard was so stunned by her appearance that he almost forgot what he had just said, he raised his hand, scratched his cheek with his fingers, and continued, "That magic just now was really ...... Exhausted. Can you help me get some supper? ”

Ahri also realized his gaffe just now, turned his face away and said, "Yes, yes." But ......."

"I couldn't be more grateful." Before she could come up with a good deal, Reginard grabbed the words, then opened the door and slipped into the room.

The door slammed shut.

Ahri crossed his hands on his waist, and stood in front of the door with a look of anger that had been played: "This guy! She said hatefully, Silver Fang biting her lower lip as the nine tails behind her wagged uncontrollably.

She turned, ready to get the guy some original "tricky cooking", but she almost crashed into Irelia's arms.

"Sister Irelia." Ahri shouted obediently.

"Did that guy bully you, Ahri?"

"Hmm!" She nodded heavily.

……

Through a thin door, Reginard leaned against the door and smiled to himself, but his face suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

He quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth and rushed to the table, supporting the table with one hand.

But I couldn't help it.

Forget it, Reginard. There is no one else in this room, and no one will know.

The mental power has slackened.

He bent down, half-lying on the table, and spat out a mouthful of black blood with a "hmm". The smell of fishy stickiness fell on the floor.

Everyone knows that forbidden spells are terrifying, but only the magicians themselves know how terrifying the forbidden spell magic is against the caster.

As a magician who can cope with the spell array all day long, the reason why Reginad has also seriously exercised his physical strength is to resist this backlash.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, and he lay on the table for a long time, unable to straighten up.

It's good to get rid of the blood as soon as possible.

……

Ahri felt a sudden pain in her heart.

From the imprint that had remained in Reginald's body, there was a clear cruel pain, and she felt it, and she clutched her chest, squinted her eyes, and gasped.

"What's wrong, Ahri?" Irelia, who was teaching Ahri on the side, asked her with concern, at first she just instructed Ahri what to do, but then decided to help her do it directly, and let Ahri watch from the sidelines.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing, Sister Irelia, you can go ahead. With a well-behaved expression, she raised her hand to brush the hair on her forehead.

"Hmm...... Is it really okay? Irelia asked with the appearance of a big sister, and then continued what she had just said, "That's probably what it is, a small cake or something, it's best as a supper, and it's convenient, there's no need to put too much jam, a spoonful like this is enough, although it's a little less, but if you put too much, you'll get tired, it's not as good as this." Hey, Ahri, have you listened carefully? ”

She looked at Ahri, who was still clutching her chest.

"Well, I heard you, a spoonful of jam."

"By the way, and this," she said, as she brought the baked cake down from the stove, and walked over to the clay kettle that had been hanging from the fire since a moment ago, the lid of which was now being shaken by steam. She put on gloves and took the kettle down along with the sling that hung it.

Then she opened the lid, and immediately a smell filled the kitchen of the cafeteria.

"What is this? What a fragrant taste! Ahri leaned in with great interest. The liquid inside the pot was dark brown and steaming hot.

"It's coffee. Well...... It's similar to our tea bar, but not many people drink it, and it is said that drinking this kind of thing is the habit of people on the other side of the sea. Would you like to try it? She looked at Ahri with a wicked smile.

"Yes."

The answer is expected. Irelia poured out half a cup and handed it to Ahri, who puffed out her cheeks and blew for a long time before finally taking the first sip.

And then......

She frowned, "Why are you so bitter......

Irelia looked at her cute appearance and couldn't help but giggle mischievously. "That's it, so, this kind of thing needs to be half of the milk, and then add more sugar. Well, if you are a weak chicken, you have to add a lot. He has a sweet tooth, which is like a child. ”

She said as she processed the coffee.

"It's really troublesome, I like to drink such bitter things, but I still have to add a lot of sugar, it's really strange logic." Ahri muttered.

"Alright, I'll tell you pretty much that. In the future, Ahri will take care of him, and you must let him rest well, although I always say that he will be a deaf ear, but maybe Ahri will be obedient when he says it. ”

"That guy, it's impossible." Ahri pursed her lips and hummed.

Then she took the little cake and rolled her white tail, picked up the pot of Irelia's coffee, and walked over there.

Irelia looked at Ahri's back and let out a long sigh of relief. In this way, the handover is over, right? You don't have to worry about that guy in the future, right?

Irelia thought, and a sense of loneliness suddenly arose in her heart.