In a shady area outside the blacksmith wall, Jon staggered two steps and fell to the ground, his lungs burning hot, his legs like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This damn training!

He and his teammates from Team Aatrox were racing against the other teams.

They set out from the training ground, walked through the city square, climbed up the rope hanging from the city wall, ran around the city wall twice, climbed the rope on the other side to the outside of the city wall, and finally carried a sack of stone from the quarry in the mountains east of the city to the construction site in the south of the city.

The trained stretcher bearers would lift the stones they had brought and carry them to the wall without stopping. They seemed to be building a wall that extended from outside the city gates.

It doesn't matter what they're doing. All he knew was that he was dying of exhaustion.

He was really bad luck, like most professional soldiers in Ionia, just trying to find a lucrative and secure job in this time of peace.

Who knows...... Just in time for this war that has not been seen in hundreds of years.

The rest of the team also stopped here to rest when they saw Jon in the lead, each of them staggered and coughed, and when they saw the people in the same team resting here, they finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to this shady place, all of them complaining.

Buford slowed down and sat down next to Jon, his lips spitting out from his bushy beard like a tired horse.

"I really can't figure out what I'm running in this iron guy for!" The farmer complained.

The farmer is always a group of complaining people, who complain about the weather, land taxes, and wars all day long, and have countless grievances and complaints about life, but when they are done, they will pick up their hoes and continue to face the loess.

"God knows what that guy thinks! Help me untie the straps of my helmet, man, I really don't have the strength. Jon said with a smile, "The sweat in my helmet is almost drowning." ”

Buford helped him pull the strap of his helmet. Jon twisted his neck, and the helmet rolled to the side. His dark hair was already sticky, and wisps of sweat were running down his cheeks.

Buford lifted his arm to wipe the sweat from his head with his sleeve, a natural gesture that apparently forgot that he wasn't doing farm work now, and the bracer "bell" slammed on his head, causing Jon to laugh. "Oh! What the hell! ”

Buford reached his waist to reach for his water bottle, but didn't touch anything.

The kettle had all been handed in, and according to Reginald, they would not be able to get it back from him until they had completed ten laps of training each day.

This bullshit rule is even more annoying than the ones that Zelos set before.

He adjusted his breathing, tilted his head to look at the team members who stopped to rest, in fact, the new kid was very good, although he was also out of breath, it seemed that it was the first time to wear this full suit of armor to act, he was very unaccustomed to it, and he was often hindered by his own armor.

However, as a new soldier, this physical strength is already excellent.

The black-haired boy was named Dust.

When he was first placed on the team, Jon was worried that the short, somewhat thin teenager would become a burden to the team. Now it seems that it is too much to judge people by their appearance.

Jon closed his eyes slightly, the exhaustion that came over him made him almost fall asleep, lying on his back, his eyes on the blue sky between his eyes, and he exhaled a breath to close his eyes for a moment.

It'll be fine in a while. He told himself.

"Get up." It was a cold voice.

When he opened his eyes again, in front of the flawless blue sky, there was a familiar face, young, serious, and a disgust that he couldn't speak.

It's Reginard. That self-righteous bastard who likes to drink people!

"A bunch of rubbish! Stand up and keep running! ”

Jon did his best to get up and straighten his helmet, "Team Aatrox! Keep moving! His throat was dry and he was about to smoke, but he shouted anyway.

The surrounding team members let out a groan of pain, but they also had to pick up the helmets that they had thrown aside and try to stand up, but they were all crooked.

"Hurry up! Team Kik is about to overtake! ”

……

At dusk, the Aatrox squad staggered back to the barracks, dragging their armor in tow, staggering like a defeated army.

The morning race had already tormented people to the point of madness, and in the afternoon sword competition between the teams, almost everyone was sick and weak, not like a sword fight at all, and someone would be knocked down in almost a round, and the winner would be divided.

They dragged their tired bodies back to the barracks, and at such a time as usual, after the end of their daily training, everyone should have run to the tavern in high spirits to squander their time.

Now they had no strength at all, not even the strength to take off their armor, so they fell directly on the bed, and lay down for a long time before they could not stand the pain, and slowly unbuckled their armor, and then threw aside their sweaty clothes and fell heavily on the bed.

Everyone was groaning, life was worse than death, their mouths were dry, the water in the kettle was bottoming out—their daily water rations were rationed, but there was simply not enough.

However, the young man named Dust was quiet, and fell on the bed without saying a word.

"I really want to kill that guy." Jon said viciously, his voice almost hoarse as the captain, and he plunged headfirst into the pillow.

"And it's going to be tortured slowly." There was a conversation in the barracks.

"I can't stand him! Even if we ran to first place, he would use that tone to shout at us: 'Hurry up, hurry up!' You guys look like a bunch of old women with little feet! ’”

"If he dares to come in now, I'll be the first to blow his head out!"

The wooden door of the barracks suddenly opened, "Aatrox team! Assemble at the training ground now! ”

The white-robed magician leaned in halfway, looked around, announced the order, and walked out.

"Damn it!"

"Why didn't you just do it?"

"Uh......"

Amid curses and groans, the Aatrox team changed into their armor and stumbled to the training ground.

In the center of the field, Reginard stood with his hands in his hands, Li Qing and Zelos standing behind him. The scathing magician squinted his eyes at the tired sergeant, his face lit up in the light of the flickering torches.

He smiled coldly.

Team Langton and Team Kik had already gathered on the training ground to wait, and the captains of several teams looked a little unfriendly when they met, probably because of the afternoon fighting match.

They waited for what kind of cruel verdict the white-robed devil in front of them would make.

Really......

"You teams, run five laps around the wall, and then come back here! Well...... The last team to come was Aatrox, right? You are six laps! Plus, the team that runs last has to add an extra lap! ”

The Aatrox team immediately complained, and several other teams sneered, and a member of the Aatrox team couldn't help but curse:

"It's not fair! You bastard! I curse you! ”

"Save some strength and pray, don't run last." Reginard just gave a faint sneer in return.

"Is that really good?" After several teams set off, Zelos couldn't help but ask Reginard. "They are too tired to walk. If you continue to train like this, they will get tired. ”

"I just want them to be tired. Now I can get up when I fall, and when the Noxian legions come to the city, I can't get up again. Reginad put away his cold face and said with a wry smile, "Besides, no one can be sure that after the war starts, whether the war will drag them out of the bed in the middle of the night, they must adapt to this life in advance." They need to know where their limits are. ”

"That's why you secretly added the potion you made yesterday into their kettle without telling them?" Li Qing asked.

"That's right." "The potion was specially prepared for them, and it could slowly restore their strength when they were exhausted. I'm trying to create the illusion that they can last much longer, far beyond their limits. Once this delusion is rooted in belief, they have infinite power. At least...... I hope so. The magician grinned.

"Honestly, Reginard, I'm curious, where are your limits?" Li Qing crossed his arms and asked him with a smile.

"I don't know." Reginard shook his head, "The road I have to walk is too long, too difficult, and the mission is too heavy, and I will never dare to let myself know where the limit is." I have to do anything. ”

The white-robed mage smiled bitterly and looked up at the night sky. He never made a wish to the stars, fearing that the wish would be made millions of light-years late, and that star would have long since died......

It's like his dream.

-- There are still three days left before the general attack of Noxus.