Reginard was the first to notice that something was wrong. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was as if a sudden gust of wind poured into an empty room, maybe it was tiny, insignificant, but it blew a little wrinkle on the skin.

But it seemed that there was nothing, and he looked into it, but found nothing unusual.

Now that the "wall" has been reorganized, and the gap that had just been blown off by the stone projectile has been restored to its original appearance, the mental projections of all the soldiers have fallen into darkness, as if they are at the origin of a dream - no one knows how the dream began, and no one knows how it appeared at the beginning of consciousness.

In fact, this is different from the way the War College constructs the "League of Legends" virtual battlefield, because the basis for constructing the virtual battlefield, Reginad set it up in his own spiritual world, which consumes his mental power enormously.

Although the psionics are connected to him through the psychic chain, assisting him in completing such a huge work, and with the power of the magic crystal to use, it is still too hard for him who has just experienced soul trauma.

Just calculating the hardness of the city wall and the strength of the impact of the stone projectile to get the crack after impact, and the fragments splashed by the fragmented stone projectile, are enough to make people feel a headache.

But there was a slight advantage to building the virtual battlefield in his mental world, rather than on an inanimate magic crystal—it allowed him to see the big picture, and he himself was present in the spirit world at the same time, and he could see every detail of the holes.

It's like this is his dream, and the soldiers are all guests he has invited. It's just that here, he's omnipotent, he can ignore all rules, because those are phantoms, and only he's the real spirit. The other warriors participated in it by relying only on a piece of paper - the contract, the fingerprints on the water-soaked prints, like a part of their body, temporarily activating the agreement.

Therefore, he always has to pay attention, to avoid the contact of others, but also to avoid the stone bullet, and never let people see the scene of the stone bullet flying towards him and then passing through the body.

Because the continuation of dreams depended on their ignorance, what he and the psionics did was to maintain that sense of reality.

For example, the texture and touch of the rocks of the city wall and the mottled surface have to produce a corresponding sensation when the palm touches, so Reginard joked with the psionics more than once: "I should have put up a sign next to the wall - 'No touching!'" ’”

Reginald adjusted his breathing, gave an order, and the war began again.

The soldiers appeared in the barracks and in the city walls, as if they had had nightmares about the siege of Noxus many times in a row, and now it all started again.

Naturally, they are suspicious, feeling as if this is also a dream, rather than a nightmare, so every time they enter the virtual battlefield, it must make them feel more real than the last time.

This time he adjusted the position of the soldiers and asked them to do something specific first, which would convince them that this was an ordinary day, and not a nested series of nightmares.

When some of the early soldiers began to fetch water to wash their faces, Reginald's heart almost collapsed, the temperature of the water, the touch of the water soaking into his skin.

When someone started boiling water to wash their faces with lukewarm water, Reginard began to think about the time it would take to boil water, the steam touch of the boiling water, the change in density caused by cold water mixed with hot water, and the curve of the temperature harmony between the two, and then he hurriedly called a halt to the Noxian Legion, and the walls sounded alarm bells and war drums, and finally no one cared about the damn kettle anymore.

But the uneasiness did not subside, as if someone was watching him.

It was as if someone was being followed, and when I turned around, I found that there was no one on the street behind me, but the feeling of uneasiness did not fade away, but became more and more intense.

What is it?

The walls began to be attacked by catapults, this time choosing more angles and more points to withstand the attack. Reginad also took advantage of this opportunity to simulate the situation of the city wall when it was actually bombarded, in order to test the effectiveness of the defense under the ideal situation.

He walked into the tower, and the soldiers saluted him, and he returned the same Ionian salute and smile, fearing to keep his distance from them, lest goofs occur.

"Lord Reginard, there's some movement on the north wall, maybe reinforcements are needed." A soldier suddenly reported to him that his helmet seemed to be larger and buckled crookedly over his head.

"North Wall?" Reginard frowned, and things started to take a dangerous turn.

He didn't set up a siege party of Noxus on the north wall, the only explanation being that his spiritual world was invaded.

His vague feeling just now was not wrong, it was a warning given to him by the subconscious, but the magician's mental power was too strong, and it was completely overwhelming in front of the subconscious.

"Where did you see that?"

"Right on the north wall, on the hillside, it seems that a surprise force has crossed the mountain."

The matter could not be made known to the soldiers, and he had to resolve it quickly. In reality, Reginald's throat twitched, and he said to Karma: "I have a little trouble here, and now I need you to help me a little more to maintain the battlefield, just like we did the previous times, don't worry, you will definitely be able to." ”

Then he said to the soldier who came to report, "Take me to see it." This is unlikely, and according to the scout's tip, the Noxians have not yet set their iron hooves on the villages to the north. ”

"Maybe they're hiding themselves on purpose?" The soldier said to him as he led the way.

"But they need supplies, the railroad supply line doesn't extend there, it's a long detour, it's a long way to cross the mountains, it's time-consuming, and if it's a force that threatens us, it's going to need to be supplied in a village somewhere in the north." He analyzed for the soldier.

Although in the illusion, this is naturally nonsense, and the only reason is that someone has invaded the spirit world and created that unplanned army, but he must explain it so that it does not give the impression that he does not want anyone to find out about the army that appears there.

"Right there." The soldier said.

The army on the hillside was blackened by Noxian infantry, and it was heavily armed with standard heavy armor - how could this equipment be used for trekking through mountains and rivers and running long distances? They installed a huge catapult, the arm made a sound, and a stone projectile came towards the wall.

"Be careful! Get out of the way! Reginard subconsciously wanted to pull him, but immediately remembered that this was in his spiritual world, so he just reminded him and quickly avoided it.

He ducked behind another pheasant moat, collapsing the wall he had hit, and observing the enemy through the gap between the moats.

The Pupil of Destiny opens.

The illusion vanished in the eye, and the army vanished, and Reginald observed the magic there, as if trying to find the source of the army.

"You go and inform your clan to come here for reinforcements." He's going to get rid of him, and then he's going to fix the problem—

He felt a sudden sharp pain in his heart, and a cold knife tore open the tendons, gushing out hot slurry.