"I think I've won. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info No, it should be said that it was from the beginning, but I wanted this war to look more interesting. Du Quecao laughed and drank the swaying red wine from his glass.

The escort warriors who followed Reginard and his party had already dispersed to the Noxian camp in small groups and started talking with the Noxian soldiers.

They may have been hostile to each other at first, but the warriors' hobbies were usually similar, nothing more than women and spirits, and after a few strings of spirits, there was no difference in camp.

If there is no war tonight, it doesn't matter if the Noxians or Ionians are there.

Warriors like to show their courage and strength by gulping down their spirits, and the delicate goblet is only suitable for the weak nobles who are not strong enough to drink, but like to pretend, and Du Qukao is an exception.

It was a man with the most shady assassin background, who rose to fame on the battlefields and arenas, and finally reached the pinnacle of power with his strength and skill.

"You're saying you're just playing? Otherwise the most elite fighters would have been sent from the very beginning? ”

"No, not exactly. The assembly of the undead legions does take time. Sain's body was also transformed again before he was put into the battlefield. In many cases, it is for strategic reasons, and since the end is already predestined, I want not to destroy Ionia, but to destroy it completely. I'm going to show them the illusion of hope, just as you bring them, and then I'm going to give them a hard blow. I want them to come to the next few generations and never again muster the courage to stand up to my Great Noxus. ”

"You would be wrong, if this war is just a game to compare the odds of winning, then the city of Presidium is yours from the beginning. But I never believed in logic, because I could change the probability. Reginard shot back, staring at the swaying liquor in the glass.

"But you also saw that at the beginning you had 10,000 people, but now I'm afraid it's not easy to come up with 400 people to fight against me, right?" Du Kecao smiled faintly, "Tomorrow your corpse will lie on the pyre that has been erected, and my soldiers will drink and revel around you, just like today." You'll get a good burial, but it's meaningless to a dead person. For your destiny will be in my hands, and I can erase your existence from the memory of the world, I can tarnish your reputation, and I will build the most powerful empire Valoran has ever seen, and your weight in history will only be a matter that I can judge at the slightest thought. ”

"You are a wonderful leader, Du Kekao, and you know how to use all weapons, not just visible blades, but also deterrence, fear, and even deception. History is written by the victors, that's your business, I just want to remind you: many times, the more powerful the weapon, the easier it is to devour its owner in turn, for everyone the same. ”

The general's gaze suddenly froze, and there seemed to be some light flashing in his eyes, although this fleeting expression was obviously touched by some of his words just now, he still said lightly: "But I am not an ordinary person, I have fought for many years, and I have never failed. ”

"Neither do I."

"Soon it will be." "I know you're pinning your hopes on the War College Council and the old fellow of Demacia Garvin III," said the general, "but I'm afraid they won't be able to make it in time." Even if they appear on the battlefield with a flash of magic now, there is nothing they can do. Do you see my legion? Undefeated, they were born to win, and I have three of these legions in my hands, and two others assembled in the harbor of Zaun, and who can stop my conquest? ”

"No one." Reginad admitted, "I didn't expect to stop you, Du Kekao. Your swordsmanship is a strange one, and you are the only Valoran. I'm just doing everything I can to stop you. ”

"What's the difference? The magicians really couldn't get rid of their habit of going around the bend, so the magicians of the black rose were scared back to the ground by me. ”

"I mean, even today, with so many meagre forces left, it's like an egg to a stone to contend with you, but do you think I'm going to open the gates and give up Ionia?"

"No, it won't."

"Neither I nor the rest of the soldiers believed that we would win in the end, but we did it anyway, so what do you think we are for?"

"Your words make me laugh, and I feel equally sorry for you. Their sacrifice is meaningless. ”

"Whose sacrifice is meaningful in war? Who in this world lives and dies only for a battle in a war? You are the mastermind of the war, Du Kekao, and the thousands of dead and wounded in this battle, the Ionians and the Noxians, are but victims of your scheme. War will sow the seeds of hatred, and with this bloody slaughter, no matter how big the territory is, you will not be able to conquer Valoran, because you will bring nothing but pain to the world. ”

Du Kecao closed his eyes and took a sip of wine. It seems to be savoring the taste that lingers on the taste buds. He suddenly said, "No, Reginard, I noticed that you got one thing wrong. ”

Reginard looked at the general, as if he was about to spit out words that shocked him from between the thin lips of the knife.

"It's not me who brings disaster to this world, it's you, Reginald."

He opened his eyes wide and didn't refute a word, but the impact of this sentence was very huge, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his light inky pupils were overflowing with surprise.

"That's right, it's you, Reginard." The general stood up from his throne, the bright red liquor in the wine glass held up by his fingertips swaying, and he smiled with satisfaction at the reaction of the white-robed mage, and walked away a few leisurely steps with his long legs, turning his face sideways.

"In fact, where in the world can anyone really like killing, war? Violence is always a last resort because there are always those who do not want to give in. Since the beginning of the flood, the world has been made by the strong, but the stupid resistance of the weak has turned this process of natural selection into a bloody massacre. And you are the culprit, the sinner who gave the lambs the courage they did not deserve, Reginald. ”

Reginard looked into the general's eyes, the pair of light blue pupils without any temperature, as if covered with a layer of cold mist, and the dense mist seemed to be shrouded in the confusion in his heart.

……

Galen leaned against the railing of the ship's side, his eyes fixed on the sea.

The surface of the sea was like a huge mercury mirror, reflecting the reflection of the stars and the moon, and the lower quarter moon floated on the water, constantly torn apart by the waves, and was always more than four hundred yards from them to the northeast. It was as if they were cut off from the whole world, and he even felt as if they were adrift in the galaxy of the universe.

The gentle sea breeze blows the triangular sails, and the helmsman stands high up in the stern, from where everything can be seen. On starboard, a young German naval soldier was measuring with a lead weight tied to a rope, and he kept shouting about changes in water depth to prevent the boat from hitting a reef on the bottom of the sea.

Four other ships sailed around, the stars surrounding his main ship, and they were speeding in the direction of Ionia, an island of the East shrouded in the fog of overseas, and now in need of Demacia's help.

And the man beside him was as quiet as the night. The man named Zeroth, the Ionian man who had been drifting on the broken planks for days, and was on the verge of death when he was found by Lux—

He crawled back from death by sheer will. The medic told Galen.

It was surprisingly quiet, and such a night calmed the currents, but also stirred the heart.

"It's going to be fine. The evil deeds of Noxus will definitely be stopped! And she must be fine. ”

Finally, he added. Galen felt that he could understand the man's uneasy heart, and he also had a sister, Lux, who was smart and clever, but every time she went on a spy mission in Noxus, he was so worried that he couldn't do it—this strange, blood-bound bond.

"I'm fine." It was still a calm and suppressed tone.

Men are supposed to be so strong, aren't they? As long as he understood what he had just said, it was enough. Galen was thinking when he heard a loud bang on the deck not far behind him, accompanied by the screeching sound of the planks breaking.

It's a lead-filled shell.

Both he and Zelos subconsciously hurried over, but fortunately there were no casualties. Beneath the broken deck lay a blue-black cannonball, and on top of the heavy projectile, the white lime powder outlined the pattern of a hideous skull.

"Look!" He heard the voices of the sailors, and in the distance several dark shadows of ships approached them like a steep cliff, and skeletal flags fluttered above the deck.

"From now on, you and your ship will belong to Lao Tzu! Rebels, no mercy! A rough, magnetic male voice came from the approaching fleet in the distance.

Galen heard the breathing of Zelos beside him, and suddenly became rapid, and he shivered, and couldn't help muttering to himself:

"Sea ...... Ocean Disaster ...... Planck. ”