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The flames that rose from the outer walls burned for four or five hours, and no one knew what magic the white-robed magician had used to make the brick and stone walls burn like a pile of dry wood poured with oil.

The more than 3,000 warriors on the city walls were finally able to have a moment of silence, some of them fell to the ground in twos and threes, wrapped in blankets, some wandered to the canteen to find supper, and some sat on the floor and joked with each other. Patton passed among the soldiers and took an apple from this hand and a loaf of bread from the other.

It's like a Chinese New Year.

After last night's hard fighting, he only felt that it was good to see familiar faces on the city wall again, of course, this was not the end, maybe on the day the city was broken, everyone would have to die.

Defending the walls of Presidium is a fantasy.

Time passed slowly, dawn dawned, and the morning sun slowly illuminated the sleeping Presidium, the flames of the façade had been extinguished, and wisps of black smoke rose from the charred masonry surface.

Towards noon, Karma and Reginad were called to the wall, where he had finally slept well and came to the wall full of energy. The blackened skeleton of the exterior wall had been partially removed with the help of the Noxians' catapults, in order to facilitate the next attack, but the entrance was much narrower after all.

This plays into the hands of Reginard.

There will be fewer Noxians who will be able to pass through this way, their numerical advantage will be weakened, and the archers on the Presidium wall will be able to easily pull out a massacre in the kill zone.

But then, in the middle of the killing zone, not far from the city walls, a large piece of cloth was laid on it, which looked like a picnic cloth, and indeed it was, with clay pots for wine, long strips of noodles wrapped in small baskets made of bamboo, cheese and ham in small plates, and another basket faintly revealing the bright color of fruit, covered with a white cloth.

One person sat next to him and ate comfortably. There were no guards or archers, and he was dressed in soft clothes, as if he were having a picnic. In the dirt behind him, there was a large flag with the symbol of Noxus painted on it.

"It's Du Kekao." Karma frowned. "Do you want to order him to be killed?"

Indeed, that person's position, if the archer of Hunting Sun Town released an arrow, he would definitely not miss.

Reginard shook his head, but the expression on his face could be called elated, and he laughed twice and said, "If I could, the war would have been over a long time ago." Relax, he probably wants to talk to us. ”

"Do you want to go with me?" Kalmar said.

"It's best for me to go alone, one-on-one." He laughed as the soldiers were ordered to hang the rope down the wall. "There are still many factions in this Noxian army, but not everyone wants to fight with you and me, rather than directly take our heads."

"Be careful."

"Don't worry, there are a few hundred people around here." Reginard smiled, stepped on his soft shoes, and stood on the high battlements, his freshly rinsed white robe hunting through the canyon, his hands gesturing in strange tracks. "I've got to hurry, if I wait for that guy to finish eating, not only will I not have to eat, but I'll lose the adult." He grinned, his hand seemed to be complete, and he jumped down the wall.

The body descends like a falling feather. This is the technique of feather falling, and with the blessing of this technique, even if you fall into the abyss, you can land unscathed.

Reginald admits that the spell was a bit of a trick, but he couldn't afford to lose momentum, and the soles of his feet were accepted by the solid ground, and he strode towards the man by the cloth.

"Welcome, Reginard." Du Kekao nodded at him, smiling.

"I knew you wouldn't mind sharing lunch with me." Reginard sat down across from him, grabbed a loaf of bread, a long loaf of bread drizzled with honey, which tasted no better, and ate the ham, which was very rich. The general raised his hand to fill his glass with wine, then pushed the jug toward Reginald.

"The red wine brought from Noxus," he added, "is not poisoned." ”

Reginard took a sip of wine and washed the food in his mouth down his stomach. "I'm not that easy to die."

"I'll admit you're doing a good job these days." The general raised his glass. "But the war has just begun. Your reinforcements are far away, and what we have is time. ”

"I offer my condolences to the warriors you sent last night, they are different from the ones you sent before, they are all good fighters, but unfortunately they have not met their opponents yet." Reginard said calmly, picked up the apple, tossed it up and took it in his hand, and took a bite.

"They are excellent samurai, but samurai will not escape death." The general said, "Warriors die on the battlefield, killers die in the shadows, these are fate. ”

It would seem, Du? Kekao was not annoyed by last night's defeat, and could even be described as indifferent.

This kind of patience is unsettling, like a child who doesn't want to go to school and makes a mess in the house, trying to show his displeasure to his family, but the latter does not react.

Reginard didn't quite understand what the general's later sentence meant, was it saying that he himself would eventually choose to die quietly? Or did he die as a result of a conspiracy?

Well, he didn't have time to think about these things for him, and his own troubles were endless.

"Nope. Without your orders, they would not have died. ”

"Then they will die in the gutter of Noxus, worthless." The general smiled, and the wine left on his lips was like blood, forming a cruel arc. "Instead of being like this, for the sake of the country, to die as it deserves."

"Pretty good theory, but that only applies to Noxus."

"It's the same everywhere, Reginard, except that there are laws elsewhere that protect the weak and make them die less directly."

Reginard didn't know what to say, and couldn't think of anything to refute for a moment. "The day of fate is coming, and I see it, Du Kekao, you and I stand together, and death grinning widely."

"Hahaha." Du Qucao burst out laughing, and after he finished his meal, wiped his mouth with a napkin next to him, and stood up on his long legs, looking rather like an elegant, old-fashioned aristocrat than the cruel, cold-blooded killer. "Your message means nothing to me, and death is always with me."

"But I believe I'm the one who survives in the end." Reginad calmly responded, "For Valoran and my dreams." ”

"Win or lose, it's a great honor for me." Prevent? Kekao's expression was evenly matched, and he laughed and stood up, his cloaked behind his soft armor flicking behind him. He looked his opponent up and down, turned and walked, and three steps away, the general paused again, and half of his face turned back from the back of the black cloak.

"Yesterday you did a good job, and I appreciate it. Now it's flattened. ”

Then he strode away, leaving Reginard alone. The young magician shrugged, stood up, and drank the rest of the wine from his glass.

"Shhhh What a handsome ......" he muttered and turned around, suddenly noticing a black smoke rising from his sight in the distance, at the far end of the city.

-- Now it's flattened.

The general's words are still in my ears. Reginard suddenly understood the meaning of his words.