Buford ascended the wall from the inner spiral staircase, holding a white dove in both hands, cautiously. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The pigeon had been found on the battlements the other day, and it had been wounded on one of its wings, and its feathers had been scattered with blood, and it was struggling with its wings, and it could only jump on the ground.

On that day he had come to the army on his first day, and had only heard of the main city before coming from his village home. While ascending the battlements, the pigeon was found.

This pure white dove symbolizes good luck.

Superstituously, he thought it was an omen, so he rescued it and bandaged the wounds on its wings. It recovered very quickly, it healed in a few days, and it was really full of life.

Although he knew it was not possible.

"Fly." He spread his hands, and the pigeon flapped its wings, which seemed to be not quite used to the healed wings, and after a few attempts, finally took off.

The white dove circled a few times above Buford's head, as if to show gratitude, and did not go for a long time.

Buford waved his arms to chase away the nostalgic white dove. "Fly, fly! Get out of here. Stay alive! He shouted, smiling at the sight of it finally soaring high in the air.

"I thought it was today's meal." He heard Jon's voice. The latter pouted and said with some regret.

He was an archer with long legs and surprisingly powerful arms.

Today it is his turn to be on duty.

"It's not a meal, it's a life." Buford grinned, "Is it almost lunchtime?" ”

"Almost, about an hour." Jon thought for a moment and said, "When you're on duty, you're always the most sensitive to time. ”

"That's not bad, man, there's supplies coming into the city every day." Buford lay on the battlements, watching the convoys pouring into the city below, boxes of goods and resources flowing into the city.

To be ready for a war, they need more.

"But we only have brown bread, every day. Good things always belong to officials. ”

"I've only eaten five meals, but I'm tired of it." Buford nodded, acknowledging this.

Good-natured Buford.

Jon sighed inwardly.

He was a wonderful farmer, generous, kind, and idle. But being a soldier is a different thing - he is a man who nurtures life every day, and such a person is completely alien to the profession of destruction.

Jon could tell. But as a warrior himself, he was already tired-

Because this is a war with no chance of winning.

They are not fighting for victory, they are not fighting for peace, they are just dying decently, they are dying bravely, not being reluctant and then dying of mediocrity.

The sound of tinkling construction sounded again at the city gate.

"They're starting again." Jon complained, "They've not stopped since that guy named Reginald came. Except when we eat, but their food seems to be better than ours, and every time they eat first, and the rest is distributed to us. ”

Buford followed the sound and saw that scaffolding had been erected on the high wall at the gate, and workers were constantly climbing up and down, or hanging from the high wall with ropes with slings.

"What are they doing?"

"Repair the walls." Jon said without much energy, "But what kind of wall can hold back 200,000 troops?" Those who are officials like to go back on their word. The city wall has been rebuilt and rebuilt, and it is already the third time. Perhaps tomorrow Master Karma will send someone to negotiate peace, and there will be no more fighting, and you can go home and tend to the crops. ”

"That's a good idea." "My boots were uncomfortable, not at all, they were so small and my feet were squeezing so badly. ”

"It's all the same." Jon said sympatheticly, leaning his back against the battlements, taking off his boots and showing off the paper ball stuffed inside. "Mine is too big to make do with it. Maybe you can try mine? ”

"It's against orders, man." Buford said cautiously, "The exchange of equipment is forbidden by Lord Zeroth. ”

"To hell with his rules!" Jon said, tossing the boots to Buford. "Zelos is nothing but a coward, a softass, something the whole army knows! It is better to follow him than to follow that Li Qing. ”

"You said that foreign monk?" Buford pulled out the paper ball inside, looked around, and carefully put on his new boots. "It's still a little small, but it's much better than before. Try mine. ”

"That guy, of course. These days the barracks are talking about his deeds: they were victorious in the town of Hunter Sun, and I heard that he was unscathed under the siege of dozens of men! He said as he changed his boots.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Jon! Who allows you to make small talk while you're on duty! A cold command came from the taller tower, and in the arrow hole of the tower, two men saw the iron face of Zeroth.

"Lord Zeroth." Jon humbly bowed his head, muttering something to his lips.

"Look!" Buford exclaimed suddenly.

"I see it." Jon thought it was just a delaying tactic, but when he looked in the direction Buford was pointing, he couldn't help but say with a solemn face.

On the southern plains, dust rises from the sky.

"Noxians?"

"All on alert!" Zelos, who poked his head out, immediately ordered.

"Alert!" "Alert!" The shouts were heard throughout the city walls. The workers on the scaffolding climbed down one after another, and the supply team blocking in front of the city gate was like a flock of birds that had been driven away, burrowing into the city gate, for fear that they would be abandoned and left outside.

"No, it's not! It's Kalmar-sama. Someone shouted from the walls.

Buford looked closely, and sure enough, he found the double dragon banner flying high above the army in the smoke and dust.

"It's Kalmar-sama!"

"Kalmar-sama is back!" Cheers erupted from the walls, and the half-closed gates slowly opened.

The defenders, who had long heard of the exploits of Hunter Town, flew down the city wall, and the crowd flocked to the direction of the city gate to meet the army entering the city.

Li Qing was pulled off the horse by the excited crowd, and was constantly thrown up and caught by everyone, and his bronzed skin shone in the sunlight.

He is their hero.

"This is the moment when Ionia needs heroes the most." Kalmar said.

Li Qing, who had just escaped from the unusually enthusiastic crowd, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled awkwardly, "I'm about to be demolished by them." ”

Irelia covered her mouth and smiled.

"It's a lot more trouble to deal with them than it is to deal with the Noxians."

"I wish you could say that in a few days." Irelia said.

"But...... Reginald Ashram...... If he does die in Hunter Town, this war will ......," Karma said worriedly.

"Then let me take his place." Li Qing said solemnly. "Since he chose me to continue his League of Legends, either this battle, it should be me to take his place and continue to fight."

"I'm so grateful to you, Mr. Li Qing." Karma looked at Li Qing, and then turned to the rather enthusiastic crowd, the silhouette of the psionic double dragon faintly appeared beside him, and the faint emanation of dragon power made everyone present can't help but quiet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, from today onwards, Li Qing will be the city defense officer, commanding the entire army of Ionia!" Karma's voice, amplified by psionic energy, rang out between the walls.

However, the echoing aftermath was quickly swallowed up by the cheers of the crowd.

……

In the castle tower, a fist wearing chainmail gloves slammed into the cold wall.

On the gloomy face, the lips trembled, and between the gritted teeth, a name came out—

"Li Qing ......"