"This ...... This is? Jon felt like he had just dozed off on duty, and when he woke up with a sinking head, the sight outside the walls made his dull mind clear for a moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Enemy attack! Fast! Prepare for battle! His voice was hoarse from the loud shouting, and war drums sounded on the towers, and the warriors hurried from the barracks to the walls. The scene outside the city almost looked like an apocalypse.

The Noxus legions pressed from the end of the horizon like a swarm of insects sweeping through the fields in a catastrophic year, and the flag bearer galloped at the front on a tall horse in black vest, the emblems of poisonous skeletons and tomahawks opening in the wind, making a snorting sound.

"It's a Noxian!"

Les, an archer from Sunhunter Town, looked at the banner fluttering in the wind, his hands trembling.

There's fear, and there's anger.

At that time, it was this terrible banner that appeared outside the town, and then the town of Hunting Sun was tragically destroyed, and the Noxian army rushed into the town to loot and burn it, and finally wiped out the life in this area with poison gas bombs.

Huge legions continued to emerge from the end of the horizon, and the first troops, riding fast horses, bit the Ionian scouts fleeing in the direction of the city walls, and the reconnaissance troops all ran on their feet, and where they could outrun the cavalry, they had to scatter and delay as much time as possible.

"Quick! Hurry up! The warriors on the walls shouted to the scouts who were running hard, and the archers waited for the enemy to come within range of their arrows.

"Close the gates!" Reginald shouted the order.

"No, my lord, they're all outside!"

"No one! Pass my orders! Close the door! ”

"My lord, we will be able to cover their retreat. We have bows and arrows in our hands, more than enough to cover them! ”

Rigina grabbed the herald's collar, "The military order is like a mountain, no matter who is outside!" He roared like a roaring lion, "Close the gates at once!" ”

In fact, not only the generals who gave orders, but also the archers on the city walls, and the soldiers guarding the gates did not want to give up their brothers and comrades. They hesitated and closed the gates, leaving a gap.

The cavalry came into range of the bows, and the archers on the walls turned up the angle of their shots, both to hit the cavalry on horseback and to prevent the scouts from reaching the low ground.

The suppression of the bow and arrow worked, and the Noxian cavalry raised their shields to protect their torsos, and the speed of the impact slowed down.

The cavalry's shields were long, but still not strong enough to hold them out, and the Noxian cavalry continued to advance after forming a defensive position.

The first scout arrived at the gates, and the captain of the gatekeeper shook his hand.

"We made it!" The herald's generals clenched their fists, and the archers were complacent, twisting arrows from their quivers and preparing for a second round of shooting.

Reginald's eyes were solemn, and he suddenly heard a voice from the city wall, "Get down!" All the soldiers could not help but look into the distance, and great catapults appeared out of thin air—the Noxians had prepared the parts, the skilled craftsmen had practiced many times, and the formations appeared in the distance, and these craftsmen were quietly but quickly assembling these behemoths, and now they stretched out their limbs and threw huge rocks at the walls.

"Get down!" The stones smashed the walls of the city wall to pieces, and the soldiers who had not had time to lie down were smashed into the wall behind them by the stones thrown with great force, and the city wall seemed to have suffered a violent earthquake and shook. A stone projectile smashed into the wall above the city gate, and the debris fell off, causing the soldiers guarding the gate to lie down.

At the same time-

The Noxian cavalry began to charge, they raised their spears and rushed in the direction of the city gate, and a few scouts who were lying on their stomachs to avoid the rubble were trampled into flesh by the heavy hooves of their horses, and the cavalry stopped chasing them, and the first cavalry rushed into the city gate!

"The gates are lost!"

"Damn it!" Reginald's fist slammed into the walls.

The archers organized a counterattack, but the indiscriminate bombardment of the catapults left them with little chance to show their heads, and the outer walls were gnawed by stone bullets and riddled with bullet marks.

The siege weapons rendered the firepower useless, and the Noxian army did not need to climb the walls, they followed the gaps made by the cavalry and broke through the gates, so the catapult attacks were unbridled against the walls.

Hundreds of archers were besieged on the walls, and several cavalrymen, armed with light armor and fast horses, attacked the walls of Presidium, which was located inside, with a ramshell.

It's just that as soon as the war began, the façade was lost. Now they could only hope that the walls of Presidium were strong enough, and behind the thick gates was an iron gate, and Noxian craftsmen were arriving at the gates under the cover of cavalry, and mounted their cone-shaped rams on improvised machinery.

The ladder soldiers began to climb the wall, and soon there was a loud noise from the city gates, accompanied by a rising black steam......

The feeling of death was painful and quiet, as if he could still hear the sound of fighting on the battlefield, the sound of gold and iron, the cries of his comrades-in-arms were still in his ears, and he heard the sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh and tearing the flesh apart.

Jon felt himself plummeting. He woke up. The nightmare made him sweat all over his head.

Luckily, it's a dream.

It was the first thought that popped into his chaotic mind.

He leaned his back against the city wall, supported his arms on the ground, and let himself stand up, but he didn't expect that he really fell asleep while on duty, and he actually dreamed.

His gaze crossed the moat of the city wall, the sky was already dark, and the plain beyond the southern wall was endless......

Wait a minute! What is that?

The black pressure was like a tide, spreading rapidly from the end of the horizon.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! He felt his throat burn dry, "It's a Noxian!" ”

The soldiers, summoned by the drums of war and the alarm bells, gathered towards the city walls, and they did not curse, as if they were calm, as if they knew what was going to happen.

It's like he was standing on the battlefield in a dream.

"Close the gates at once! If there are people who are left out, we have to give them up. Reginad said to the herald.

"Yes, yes."

……

At this moment, in the crystal hall, Reginard sat cross-legged, constantly drawing a large amount of energy from the magic crystal, and the soul injured by the Dark Führer was carrying a great load, and the magic power poured in from this end, maintaining the illusion of the warriors' dreams from the other end.

Although he and the psychics present were sitting on the futon, their bodies unmoving, their eyes closed, like a group of monks sitting still. However, in their minds, in the spiritual world within the reach of their spiritual power, they are scrambling to construct as real illusions as possible, often overstretched and barely achieving results. Reginard had to shout again and again to remind:

"The wall to the east! Fast! Stone bullets are going to be smashed! Quick, get ready for the rocks to explode there! If someone sees that it has no effect, they will realize that they are dreaming, and the dream will collapse. ”

"Coordinates 12-3, five soldiers are about to be hit by stone bullets in two seconds! Give weight to that stone! Wind! By the way, there is also the wind! The stone projectiles that are thrown are meant to bring the wind! Wait for the explosion to pay attention to the dust, it must be as real as possible! ”

"Kalmar, the parabolas you made are all very problematic, that's not scientific at all!"

In the virtual battlefield in the spiritual world, the defenders of the city were once again wiped out, and while resting on the regrouping battlefield, Karma couldn't help but giggle, and the quiet apocalypse finally behaved like this girl.

"I think it's fun. Do this kind of thing. She laughs.

"Then when the war is over, join the War College, where this kind of fun stuff is available."

Karma straightened his face, but there was still a smile line at the corner of his mouth: "Why do you feel like you're teasing a child?" ”

"Is there one?" His face was full of innocence, and he raised his fingers and rubbed his temples, "Let's take our seats, let's play another game!" ”