Reginard walked through the streets, and a nameless fire rose in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The city was full of lazy soldiers, sitting in the sun, some dozing off in the shade, others gambling with their meager money.

Their gaze was lifeless and lifeless. The dreary and sluggish air enveloped the city, like a shadow that had fallen, and it was breathless.

Even in the first victory, Li Qing's heroic image had already spread all over the streets, but these fighters knew very well that this level of victory was just a drop in the bucket.

It was impossible to resist the 200,000 army of Noxus with 10,000 troops, and besides, more than half of the 10,000 men were only recruits for military service.

The other members of the War College were right, and Reginard thought to himself that Ionia was like a wise old man, endowed with profound philosophical thoughts by time, but also resigned to it, Twilight was old.

They had the attitude that the Ionians could never be wiped out.

They knew that it was impossible for a foreigner race to rule them forever, because their civilization was advanced and perfect, and could assimilate any outsider, then absorb them, and then drive them out, as they had experienced in history.

I am afraid that even if Noxus invades the city and hangs the elders in the central square, the Ionians in the streets will be crowded.

And Li Qingzheng was silently following behind him, this guy made him unpredictable.

The man in the hall of the Elders' House overwhelmed the audience with his powerful magic. Just a little weakly in the hospital, applying medicine to that terrible wound. Now that he has chewed two more analgesics and walked like a fly in front of him, ready to meet his officers, Li Qing naturally knows the meaning of this "see him" -

To deal with those rough soldiers, it is necessary to counter violence with violence.

But God knows why he's so tough, he's not human.

He walked through the street to the officers' canteen near the city walls, and before he could get closer, he heard a loud noise that could lift the ceiling.

At the door sat a young officer, dozing off in the shadow of the cafeteria wall, and he was awakened by the powerful footsteps of Reginald, but it was too late.

"You...... Who are you? The army is a stronghold......"

Before he could finish speaking, Reginard grabbed him by the collar and tossed him aside as he struggled. The officer's back fell on the wooden door of the cafeteria, and the cuirass "clanged".

"It's your new leader, now, can I go in?"

The officer nodded desperately, his helmet slid to his eyes.

Reginadella opened the door, and a smoky smell of alcohol hit him instantly. Drunken officers were singing, and a group of people were arguing around a large wooden table to bet on dice, the simplest way to bet on the size of the bet. Littered with crooked and upside-down wine jars and disadvantaged appetizers.

These were Ionian officers.

It's not the same as the usual drunkards you see in taverns.

Rigginard was furious by the sight, and he pushed away the drinkers crowded in front of him and walked to the table.

The guy who was shaking the dice was thinking about how much oil and water he could make this time, and the crisp crash in the jar sounded like a falling gold coin, when his hand was suddenly pressed.

The jar was buckled on the table, and a white but powerful palm pressed against his hand. It is a palm that looks like it has not experienced the slightest wind and frost, giving people a sense of weakness.

He raised his eyes and glared at the man, a young man with a raw face, a thin body, white skin, and a white robe, which did not look like a warrior at all.

This insult made the dice shaker angry, and he couldn't help but attack, "What is the ** for?" The man smiled slightly, and said:

"I bet, round the dice, six."

This person's words immediately caused waves in the cafeteria.

Dice is a very rare case, and the upward side of the dice in the jar is all the same number. The man determined the number, and the odds became even slimmer.

Dice are rarely present, and with each additional die, the odds are doubled, so the payout rate is terrible, but unless the dealer in control of the dice pot wants to make money, no one is willing to bet on it.

Because it's a completely all-or-nothing bet.

"What are you going to bet on?"

"Bet all your lives." At the end of the words, there was a sharp edge, and the dice jar was opened by him in front of everyone.

There are four dice, each facing up is a six.

Not a single officer dared to believe his eyes, "You cheat? There was a low roar from the crowd, and a big-shouldered, round-waisted officer squeezed out of the crowd.

He was tall and bald, and almost stood out among the officers, and a terrible scar ran from his left eye to his cheek and to his left ear, and his eyes were full of ferocity, glaring at the boy in front of him.

The surrounding officers gave up a piece of space, this scar was not the highest-ranking officer, but it was the most difficult to mess with, and the fierce bandit made people retreat.

He is a brute bull, a brute bull that the tiger does not dare to provoke.

"Who do you think you are?" Scar said viciously, his bulging arm slamming at him, an ordinary push, followed by a grab on the hem of his thin garment.

The white-robed young man still just smiled, turned his palm into a knife, and slammed it on Scar's wrist!

Scar let out a scream and clutched his wrist, the pain was not force, but some strange force, crashing into his wrist bone in the moment of the exchange of muscles and bones.

It's magic.

The kind of power that only a sissy should use.

Strands of murderous intent leaked from Scar's eyes, he gritted his teeth, his cheeks trembling and twisting, "Damn! With a wave of his thick arms, his hands clenched into fists, he lunged at him.

"The Brute Bull is crazy!" The officers who had watched the show also stepped back one after another, in a state of panic.

And then it ended.

Scar's body fell to the ground with a dull thud.

In the same way, the young man's figure was quite weird, flashing the impact of the scar, and the figures were staggered, and the knife struck him lightly on the back of the neck.

Several sergeants squeezed in from outside the cafeteria door, and carried away the large man who had fallen to the ground with a blank face.

"You...... Who are you? Someone in the officer asked, and his voice was already filled with a sense of fear.

"Reginad Ashram, your new boss." A voice sounded faintly in the corner, and everyone looked in that direction, Li Qing was holding his arms and leaning against the wall with his back to him, looking leisurely.

The white-robed young man casually threw a scroll on the table, as if there was a pair of invisible hands, and pulled the scroll open, and the most conspicuous place under the scroll was the inscription of the Ionian Elder's House.

Warrant.

"Karma asked me to take charge of the city's defense, and from now on, this officer's canteen and wine cellar will all belong to me alone, except for Li Qing and Zelos, who are my deputies, and everyone else will eat in the big canteen with ordinary soldiers."

As soon as Reginald issued this order, the crowd was in an uproar.

"What? Is anyone dissatisfied? Stand up, knock me down, and you can get this privilege, or lie in the hospital for half a day, like that guy just now. ”

No one dared to say anything, and the example just now made the end seem obvious.

"Cleaned up the place quickly! Meet at the training ground in 10 minutes! I don't want to cause any non-combat attrition. ”

"Yes...... Be! Sir! ”

Li Qing in the corner couldn't help but smile, this guy really has some ability, if he wants to tame it so easily, at least temporarily, he can't imagine it.

Of course, in addition to that, it's nice to be able to use the sake brewery casually.