Reginad faltered in the direction north of the city. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was as if if one of them was unsteady on his feet or tripped over something, and he would fall to the ground and never get up again.

Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise it would be really embarrassing for me to be seen in such an embarrassed way. If the guys in the council saw it, they would definitely laugh and let him appear in Justice Weekly and publicize it.

The Noxian army in the vicinity has all been withdrawn, and it is like a storm that comes and goes in a blink of an eye.

Didn't expect Du? General Kerkao really kept his word and withdrew his troops, without the slightest nostalgia for the city that was already in his pocket.

Reginard had no idea that such a risky move, which would cost him death, would be able to find a way out of the hands of this notorious murderer.

It's a blessing. God knows why that guy is like this...... Indulge him as an opponent.

Just to beat him fairly? Is it a trick to win? Or is it out of that lonely heart to seek defeat?

But this is a battle of fate.

If the roles were reversed, Reginard would never dare to be negligent.

After all, between his peaceful ideal country and his great Noxus, there is only one history that can dominate the future of history. Who would bet their fate on the line?

He'll regret it.

Because fate is a labyrinth that is constantly rotating and splicing, a moment of pause may be a completely different scene.

Especially his opponent or him, Reginald? Ashram, known to the world as a legendary mage, can create countless variables if given the chance.

Well, he admits that he's narcissistic again.

Everywhere you go, there is a scene of devastation, like a farmland swept by locusts. There was a crackling sound from the burning buildings, and the corpses on the side of the street were lying in pools of blood, and the death was horrific.

He had to hurry up and inform Irelia, time was running out.

Only ten minutes. Noxus will inflict a devastating death bombardment on the entire city.

But...... He didn't even know if he would be able to get out of the city in ten minutes.

The wound on his back was torn again, a penetrating wound, and the injured muscles were touched with a single step, sending out a convulsive pain.

He gasped for air, and every pain made him almost suffocate, and large beads of sweat were already oozing from the corners of his forehead.

Hope they're okay. Hope they're okay.

He prayed silently in the bottom of his heart. To defend that wall, he needs archers, and he needs enough manpower and material resources to fight against Durkkao in order to give himself a measly chance of victory.

Noxus is strong, has been fighting all year round, and there are many strange people, just like the vampire Vladimir he just encountered, the strange secret art of blood, I am afraid that it will become a very terrifying weapon when the war starts.

It was enough to make those ordinary soldiers bleed to death.

And there are not many people like him with secret skills in the Noxian army.

It's really hard to beat him.

He seemed to see the black-clothed figure of the general on the side of the road, with a long sword in black, and his smile was only shallow, but it looked more panicked than any expression.

"You can't win me, Reginald. I will bury the blood of the Ionians with you and your foolish dreams! ”

Reginard smiled bitterly and was about to say something, when he raised his eyes again, the crow-like figure on the side of the road had disappeared.

Is it a hallucination......

Have you started hallucinating? He wanted to tighten his belt and suppress the cracked wound. The fabric of the abdomen was already tightly clinging to the body, soaked with blood and wrinkled.

There was a warm lump of warmth around his waist, as if he was standing in a waist-deep hot spring, but the wet fabric made him feel uncomfortable.

None of that matters anymore.

His head was foggy, and his weak hands seemed to be unconscious, as if he were dreaming, and he would rather he was dreaming, so that there would not be that throbbing pain in his waist and abdomen.

He can't fall yet.

He had to rush to save Ellie—he couldn't help but smile wryly, what an irony, he was almost unable to protect himself like this, who was saving whom?

Not far away in the sky, a dragon roar suddenly sounded!

Reginald raised his eyes, and the sight in the air made him close his mouth in surprise.

They were two huge strange creatures, with bodies shaped like giant snakes, covered in hard scales, with a pair of horns like a deer and four claws like eagles on their heads, soaring in the clouds. The double dragons are entangled, hovering upward, exuding a powerful majesty, like the lines drawn by the letter pen, smart and elegant.

It's the Ionian Draco!

He had seen such creatures in the ancient myths of Ionia, a fantasy that the wizarding world had long thought did not exist. Now I can see it with my own eyes......

No, it's not a creature. The color was also different from the legend, and it looked like a huge sculpture carved out of jadeite, rather than some ancient creature.

That breath is clearly ...... Pure energy.

It's psionic energy.

A mysterious power that even Reginald has nothing but awe, it is said that it can rely on the thoughts of the caster, believe in the reins, and can use the power of heaven and earth to exert infinite power.

It's Kalmar.

He let out a long breath and was saved, Irelia and them...... It's safe......

There was something tight that suddenly broke off at this moment.

Exhaustion, pain, and dizziness from blood loss came flooding in. It seems that his body has long been a weak puppet, but he is just pulled by the silk thread of spiritual power, forcibly holding on, and maintaining that unbreakable appearance. But if you slack off a little, it will fall apart completely.

He fell forward.

It's the kind of way to fall, which is extremely face-saving, first with your knees on the ground, and then your body slowly falls to the ground. The slightly closed eyes already showed his powerlessness, and this last insistence was to let his body slip and fall to the ground with dignity.

The flesh slammed into the ground with a dull thud.

He felt a fragrance, faintly floating in the air, so abrupt that it was out of place with the bloody aura around him.

Ahri...... You...... Here it is......" he muttered, his eyes trying to open, but only a small slit could be opened, so he narrowed his eyes and smiled.

He felt her lift his head and place it on his lap, and there was a tender coolness to her skin. The warm aroma became clearer and clearer.

"Hey...... You nasty thing, why are you hurt again? She bit her lower lip and stared at him with watery eyes, angry and worried in her eyes, which was really beautiful.

"I ...... I'm a weak chicken. It's normal to get hurt if you're so weak, right? ”

"That's right." She raised her tail to cover her mouth and glanced at him reproachfully, but her magical orb was already in the palm of her hand. The inside of the ball is newborn, unstained, clear and clear.

A powerful magic force slowly rose from Ahri's body and poured into the crystal ball, the clear light blue, full of warm green.

The power of the spirit. (Today's update is a little later, a reader told me that there will be a speaking test this afternoon, and I can't help but read it at noon, / snickering)