Jon ascends the walls. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, his night guard was over, but he couldn't sleep, he knew what day it was, and when he heard that Noxus was already under the city, he hurried up the city wall.

Thunderbolts roared among the dark clouds, and lightning tore the sky apart like twisted blades, illuminating the heavens and the earth in an instant. The wind whistled through the gaps and arrow holes between the battlements.

The rain slammed down on the stone stacks and splashed with a bang.

The legions outside the walls were in groups, like black clouds falling on the ground.

They set up camp outside the walls, where even the giant crossbows at the top of the towers could attack, and openly assembled their catapults and siege towers.

He took refuge in the shelter of the arrow tower, and in a short moment his cloak was soaked, and the icy rain ran down his shoulders and into his breastplate.

The soldiers on duty dragged over a small pot of charcoal fire, and the wall held the heat of the charcoal fire so that it was not easy for them to disperse so quickly. The raindrops hit the brazier and turned into water vapor and steamed.

"Thank you." He said, then spotting the man's bearded cheeks between the cracks in his helmet.

Honest Buford.

"Hey. It turned out to be you. It's a coincidence. The farmer said, at least he didn't look like a farmer with a hoe in the shape of a sword.

A few days of training turns out to be so much of a change. Jon even believes that everyone here has shed a layer of skin, and certainly not just due to sunburn.

"What a coincidence, this war." Jon leaned against the wall, staring at the blackened formation.

In fact, he just wanted to seek a high-paying and safe job in the army, but he didn't expect to catch up with this Ionian war that is rare in a century.

Heaven and earth have been dyed with a strange yellow-brown color, or rather, more like a cruel blood.

There was a noise in the darkness behind the wall. Buford spun around sharply, and in a panic reached for the hilt of his sword. Coming from a village, he had heard all kinds of stories about demons and monsters since he was a child, and the fear of his childhood surfaced in the shadows of shadows.

"Don't be nervous, it's me." An indifferent voice, a white-robed figure.

Reginard.

His white robe was already wet, and the pretty wool trim was curled into a ball. It looks embarrassed, and there is a funny and lively flavor in the calm gaze.

He looks like an ordinary young magician. is still the age of an apprentice, and he should play with the girl who is also an apprentice every day.

Jon stared at him a little nervously, waiting for the next burst of sneer coming out of the magician's mouth. But he didn't say anything, just bent down and curled up beside the brazier to roast the fire, squinting his eyes like a lazy cat. The silence weighed him down.

"It's uncomfortable, sir." Jon finally couldn't help but speak. This autumn rain is an icy existence, and there is a sense of devouring hope, an autumn rain and a cold, as if this rain is dragging the whole world towards the cold grave step by step.

"I've seen anything worse than this." Reginard said. "During the blizzard season in Freljord, the wind and snow never stopped, I couldn't see the road clearly, it was difficult to discern the direction, and I didn't even dare to close my eyes from the beginning of the journey, and I would be drowning in the snow and suffocating to death after sleeping for a while. The only warmth there is the cave, but most of them are entrenched by ferocious beasts, hiding from the wind and snow. If it hadn't been for the Thunder Bear that dug me out of the snowdrift, I am afraid I would have frozen to death there. ”

"It's such a magical land, so how do they farm it? I mean the people who live there. ”

"Like bears, they store food for the winter in advance, or get food from races that can fight snow storms, such as the Ursa people."

The two soldiers listened to Reginald talk about his adventures on the snowy plateau, and of course the beauties of Freljord, which is never avoided in the conversation of men.

"The women there are tall and white-skinned, and they have long been accustomed to the cold, and they usually wear short skirts made of fur with bare legs." Reginard said brightly, and several men laughed, and then the white-robed mage returned to the topic, "I don't think it's bad to feel bad. At least that damn pain let me know I'm alive. ”

The rain clouds were blown by the strong winds and moved southward. The rain has slowed down, and the wind is no longer as loud as it seems.

Reginad straightened up, let out a sigh of relief, then stretched and walked along the wall toward the other side. Jon seemed to see a hint of exhaustion in this action, and he suddenly said to the white-robed mage:

"We won't let you down."

Reginard smiled and just nodded.

Yes.

He was tired.

There had just been a quarrel in the House of Elders, and the old fellows had begun to think about General Du Kekao's sincerity again. and to show him that they had the power to adjudicate, and that he, Reginald, an outsider of Ionia, had no right to reject the messenger of Noxus on behalf of the Ionian city-state.

Finally the quarrel ended with the magician roaring with some thunder: "The war has begun, and from now on any talk of surrender is treason, and no matter how powerful he is, I will personally hang him on the tower or throw him with a catapult to the Noxians outside!" ”

He was so tired.

He had never been afraid of an enemy he could take on with his wand. But now these, politics, the weighing of interests, the defense of the city, morale, the training of soldiers......

It's going to torture him crazy.

He straightened up, took a deep breath, and his deep gaze pierced the walls, staring at the Noxian army outside the walls. Presumably, their first attack will soon begin.

It may boost their morale, or it can crush them all at once. It's just about combat ability, in the previous training, they have done a great job. But fighting is a complicated thing.

The finest steel tends to crack when it is quenched, and it is often the inferior iron and stone that survives this and is cast into the edge of the sword.

His gaze swept across the plains.

In ten breaths, these archers can shoot more than three thousand arrows, and the view on this side is very wide. The Noxian legions would have to be exposed to their fire for at least two or three minutes before the ladder soldiers rushed to the wall, and they would suffer huge losses.

It would have been a massacre.

But they have to face the most powerful army of all time. In the more than ten years that General Du Kecao has been in power, that terrible militaristic state has swallowed up vast swaths of land.

And this is his most elite and brutal army.

They are proud enough to be on it all, and fanatical enough to die for the iron hooves that advance it. This is definitely a great honor for a leader.

The Noxians kept shouting rough taunts, and shrunken turtles were already considered the most elegant words, greeting their parents and family almost directly.

Reginard chatted, amused, and laughed with the soldiers, seemingly deaf to the voices below. The hatred of the soldiers for him on the training ground before has disappeared, as if there is no trace of the heavy rain just now.

Now he reappeared in front of them.

This white-robed magician, the Rigginard who has created countless miracles. Jax, a martial artist who is proficient in all kinds of weapons, can be found among the many mediocre mercenary soldiers, and can subdue the menacing archangel Kyle at the top of the Sky Tower. At the age of an apprentice, many old-school archmages at the War College are both respected and feared.

This would be another of his legends.

Battle of Ionia. Strike a stone with an egg against the undefeated King of Noxus, the Grand General Du Kekao. It will also be the most colorful stroke of all legends.

More and more soldiers climbed the walls and gathered around Reginad, making it almost difficult for him to move. He struggled to climb the heights of a battlement, the amplification of magic that silenced everyone.

"The day has finally come! You are at the crossroads of history, and when this war is over, the world will be changed, either Valoran will have a lasting peace, or a new empire of terror will emerge. Now, you are the gods who determine history. ”

"Maybe some of you will die, and people all over the world will say, 'We're finished.'" Like my mentor used to say, I would never pass his apprenticeship test. But this is Presidium, the city that never falls! No army will be able to breach this wall, and I'm not prepared to give Noxus any chance this time! ”

"You are the warriors of Ionia! To hell with the story of the undefeated army spirits of the trapped city of Presidium, you will create new legends! If any of you dies in battle, allow me to feel sorry for him, for you will find that there will always be more Noxians in Hell than in Ionians! ”

"Reginald! Reginald! ”

"Ionia! Ionia! ”

The people shouted and cheered, and the whole city echoed his voice, and a great noise reverberated back and forth between the heavens.

Reginard was about to continue, but found that the soldiers around him suddenly looked coldly at the plain ahead.

Countless Noxian warriors were pulling the throwing arms of hundreds of catapults backwards, with a large piece of rough stone projectile at the tip of the arm.

A Noxus officer raised an arm, then waved it down.

Reginard remembers that in the early morning of that day, there was no dawn.