Protect sheep from wolves again and again, but what is the result of that?

The flock will become bloated, they will no longer be able to run swiftly, and they will no longer be alert enough. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info They will eventually perish themselves.

What about humans? If you can really live under the wings of the god of peace, where will you end up?

Reginard didn't know.

The sad sight he saw in Ionia now of the destruction of the peace-blessed kingdom was a painful sight that was playing out all over the world, all the time, in various forms.

But he still came, and when he saw the crisis coming, he still chose to stay in this land that was about to be consumed by the flames of war, desperately guarding everything he saw.

Although this is a different path compared to the peace he longs for, it eventually converges in the same place, because even if it is false and short-lived, he still wants to desperately protect the peace in the eyes of the people in this ancient eastern country.

He remembered an old story about the king of Demacia, who saw a soldier pulling an ox to the altar to slaughter and sacrifice before the autumn harvest festival one year.

When reading this story, Reginard always thought it was funny, what is the difference between this cow and that one? He felt that the story was like Demacia's own culture, which always had a strong sense of responsibility to impose what they thought was good and evil on others. However, it is Valoran's most powerful empire, and its righteous rulings may destroy one small country in an instant.

It was because of this ruling that Noxus gradually distorted into a bloodthirsty and cold militaristic state.

But when he stood on this land, he did vaguely understand the meaning of this story in his heart.

Even at the meeting of the War College, it had been decided that Noxus' invasion of Ionia would be the best case scenario for the organization that maintained peace in Valoran. But when he saw people threatened by war, he wished he could save them.

At times like this, he always feels that the Pupil of Fate is really the most cruel ability, because it allows you to be a spectator and allows you to stir things up - it doesn't really want you to see the process, but the result that you can't change. You are taken by it to play against the most powerful chess player in the world, and from the first moment they see you, you are defeated.

Because that opponent is called fate.

So fate gave him an eye, and he could see the game he had carefully laid out, but it did not have the power to move everything around, as if it loved to see human beings struggling.

Now Ionia has been sent to the altar, and fate is sharpening its sword. He can't be like the king in the story, so he can only do his best to save him from the butcher's knife, and there is no other way.

Reginard woke up.

His head rested on his arm, a position that reminded him of his time at the Wizard's School.

The room was quiet, the sound of the passing of time was clearly audible by the hands of the pocket watch, it was not yet dawn, and it was not time to start training, but fortunately, I only slept for more than two hours, and there was plenty of time.

He couldn't remember when he had fallen asleep, and there were some simple transcripts of the Buff Circle on his desk.

The dreams began to multiply, and the Pupil of Fate seemed to begin to bring the past to his eyes, and he didn't know why. But when he saw those flashbacks of the past, he was sincerely grateful for the confusion in his heart at that time.

He found this difficult road with difficulty, and he was destined to move forward without hesitation at this moment.

The night work is long, even if you are tired, you have to persevere, and the first few days must be arranged for each day's training, and then it becomes the norm for granted, in fact, when the preparations are over, the whole war is over.

The training of the new day still starts with a race between the teams. Last night he had heard of a scuffle between the clans, and a big fight had been made, but it was the spells of Karma and the psionics that calmed their anger.

Karma came here worriedly to tell the story, but Reginard laughed and said, "It seems that it has worked." ”

That's right, that's what he's hoping for, he's going to bring each team together, they're going to know their comrades in the next training who can be trusted in the war, and they're going to understand what it's all about.

In the afternoon, a sword competition will be arranged, and Reginad knows how difficult it is for the Noxians to live in the dungeons, fighting each other for a bite of food, or for a corpse that can be sold to a dark mage on the street, or even killed.

That country was a huge jungle infested with wild beasts.

The Noxians have never lacked fighting skills, and the harsh life makes them natural predators. Ionians, on the other hand, are different in that their martial arts focus on beauty, they have a love for swords in their bones, and it will take some time for them to get used to practical swords in battle.

Weapons workshops are rushing to make shields, and soon they will also learn how to use them, and those who have not experienced war may not understand the meaning of shields - in fact, shields are not passive armor, armor is, on the contrary, shields are even more aggressive than two-handed swords in actual combat.

They have to learn to compress the opponent's space through their shields and adopt aggressive play styles that cannot be achieved with two-handed weapons.

He wrote down the shield training in between transcribing the magic array, so as not to accidentally forget this important link.

These magic circles were to be handed over to the magicians, and in the next few days, in addition to their daily spell practice, they had to find time to draw these huge magic circles on the city walls, as well as on the newly built outer walls.

These magic arrays will bring benefits to the defending soldiers standing on them, and on the towers that are planned to be garrisoned by magicians, there will also be magic arrays that catalyze the recovery of mental power.

Now that the apothecary had already begun to work, he and Karma should no longer need to do the potion preparation work like the previous night, and Ionia had some native herbalists who were adept at mixing herbs with herbs, making all sorts of potions by simply boiling them without the involvement of magic.

At the other end of the room, the glass instrument group already had samples of rejuvenating potions, some of which he had configured through potion technology, others by Ionian herbalists, and Reginald had done fusion experiments before, the potions were all sitting in different glass containers, and he needed to find a way to make the potions of these two completely different techniques mix at a certain point to achieve twice the effect with half the effort.

The speed of potions and the ease with which herbalists dispensed potions, he had to find a balance between the two.

Time passed little by little, and the deepest night broke a vague path, and sunlight slowly flowed into the room from the east.

Reginard stretched out in the nascent sunshine, and he knew that the day's torture had begun again.

It was a new kind of torture for the warriors who had been trained by the devil, and for himself.