Forsbyro Fortress.

The towering and majestic city walls are brightly lit.

The arrival of the legions of the kingdom of Besilik caught the attention of the Noxian soldiers, and the sound of the vigilance and the sound of bells and drums sounded at the same time, awakening the dark beasts of the night.

In an instant, all the Noxus warbands were in place, and the high and fearless battle spirit was like a raging fire, burning hot.

Pitch-black corner tower platform.

Darius stood silently, and the other heroes had arrived, standing in relative silence on the left and right.

Looking at the lizardfolk camp not far away, Darius suppressed his excitement, and he smelled a familiar smell in the mixed breath.

Blood Divine Power!

Behind this sudden war of aggression, there is indeed the existence of the Lizardman Temple.

Perhaps it was more than just the Lizardman Temple, and Darius remembered that he had sensed the breath of the gods, and the boiling blood burned in his body.

Samuel Anya, the god of the lizardmen, has come in person?

Or those two peak demigods whose strength is not bad?

Looking at the bleak night, Darius was silent for a few seconds, then turned to look around at the heroes, and said in a condensed voice: "The legions of the Besilik Kingdom will not wait too long, they will definitely attack as soon as possible." ”

The number of soldiers of the Besilik Kingdom gathered in the plains exceeded 100,000, not counting the consumption of other materials, just the appetite of the lizardmen and the jackals would consume a huge amount of meat.

Of course, the Lizardman Temple will surely have everything ready and will not skimp on the provision of sufficient portions of meat.

Darius narrowed his eyes slightly, and with the help of the dim firelight, he stared at the agitated and excited gnolls and lizardmen warriors that covered the plains, and combined with what was happening in the territory, he could easily guess the other party's intention to attack.

"The time to attack, around dawn, we have to prepare in advance."

Darius, a symbol of the strength of the Noxian Empire, has experienced countless bloody wars and countless battlefield conditions.

The undisguised desire of the gnolls and lizardmen warriors to attack told the movements of the commander of the Besilik Kingdom, and it was not difficult for him to guess the other party's intentions.

It is also important to note that the commander of the kingdom of Besilik seems to have eaten all the forces of the fortress and is not in the slightest worried about the counterattack of the Noxian legions.

"Is it arranged?" Darius looked at Sinjid beside him and spoke.

In the battle to destroy the Pterodactyl Knights, he saw the great power of Hextech's weapons, which were far from being comparable to the war equipment prepared by the Noxus Legion.

"Don't worry, General, Hextech weapons won't let you down." Sinjid bowed slightly, the bloodshot in his eyes clearly visible.

The power of the Hextech Micro Missile Launcher is somewhat beyond expectations, and although it collects a lot of data and information, it is far from enough, and he needs more data to improve the development of Hextech weapons.

That's what Professor Heimerdinger and Ryan Giggs desperately want.

"Everyone, take your place, this war cannot be lost!" Darius looked around at the heroes around him, his tone solemn.

Needless to say, all the heroes have received the news from the territory that the black hand hiding behind them is gradually being traced, and the lord has begun to collect the net, ready to crush all the filthy creatures who stretch out their greedy hands.

Darius watched the crowd leave, noticing Draedin's figure, his deep eyes rippling, and finally fell silent.

With Darius' orders, the Noxian warbands entered a state of war in an orderly manner, each led by their own leader, captain, and general, and took on different duties.

or become a hoplite, stationed in the battlements of the city walls; or become archers, distributed among the high platforms of the city walls; or manipulate the instruments of war, slowly aiming at the barren plains; Or become a frontline commando and wait for the moment to kill.

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In the middle of the night, time is slowly passing.

Until a touch of fish belly white appeared at the end of the sky, and the light of dawn faintly soaked the night.

Thundered! Thundered! Thundered!

Before the night had completely dispersed, a monstrous black wave surged in the direction where the kingdom of Besilik was located.

The heavens and the earth trembled for a moment, and the gloomy clouds were stained with a slight crimson glow, which contrasted with the black waves below, flickering with the cold light of armor and weapons of death.

Black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it,

The light of the armor opens to the sun!

Whew! Whew! Woohoo------ woohoo!

Endless howls rang out, and the gnolls ran ahead, trampling the plains and over the red-stained wreckage of the battlefield.

Behind them, striking divine fluctuations shone frequently, blessing the bodies of the gnolls soldiers, awakening the wildness and killing in their bodies.

The night before dawn.

Countless pairs of dark green eyes, with bloodthirsty longing, launched a violent and crazy charge towards the fortress of Fosbyro.

"Interesting, come up and attack with all your might, leaving no room for error?"

When Darius saw the first wave of attacks from the Besilik Kingdom, his brows furrowed slightly, and his resolute face was filled with the killing of Chiguoguo.

At any given moment, in the face of war, the commander of every Noxian warband will make the right choice.

"Archer, prepare!"

On the high platform of the city wall, the stout Noxians in strong armor calmly looked at the hazy night, and the Noxian archers behind them pulled their bowstrings.

Countless dark green eyes, densely filled with vision, give great pressure to patients with dense phobia.

The majestic walls trembled, like soldiers waiting silently, constantly suppressing their inner desire to attack.

"The time has not come!"

Stout Noxians clenched their fists, occasionally looking back into the gloomy interior of the fortress—the silent towers of the towers of black mages, the double-edged axe marks engraved on the walls reflected the crimson light.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Spell energy surged, brilliant light bloomed in the night sky, and flares like small suns exploded over the plain in front of the fortress, completely dispelling the hazy and deep night, and recreating the clear sky.

The stout Noxians quickly looked at the black tide that the gnolls had turned into and calculated the best range of attack.

"Three hundred steps, throw!"

However, before he could give the order to attack, hundreds of steel heavy crossbows glowing with metallic brilliance let out a piercing and sharp roar from the high platform of the city wall not far away.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The steel heavy crossbows exploded, and the sharp iron heavy crossbows cut through the air, leaving clear traces of the void, and disappeared into the high platform of the city wall.

The next moment!

Eye-catching red blood flowers bloomed in front of the gnoll soldiers in the front row, fist-sized steel crossbow arrows instantly pierced the armor, wrapped in flesh and bones, and continued to tear apart the gnoll soldiers behind them, until a bloody path was plowed, and the terrifying power was dispersed.

The first round of heavy crossbow shooting, like a clean and tidy eraser, gently wiped away the stains on the drawing board, directly erasing the breath of life of a large number of gnoll soldiers.

Unfortunately, compared to the overwhelming black wave, the killing of steel heavy crossbows drowned out the tide, and countless gnolls soldiers would immediately top the blank array and continue to move towards the fortress.

Blessed with divine magic, they have long since lost their normal fear, and only the desire to kill fills their minds.

In the face of the horrific slaughter of the steel crossbows, there was no sign of retreat, and all the gnolls charged with their heads buried in their heads, fearless.

"Target, northwest!"

"Three hundred steps, indiscriminate projectile!"

The stout Noxians seized the moment of the heavy crossbow slaughter, waving their arms and roaring loudly.

Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou!

The bowstring sounded softly, one after another, and countless arrows filled the illuminated night sky, and then rained down like a torrential rain, enveloping the ranks of gnolls.

Suddenly, the black wave was covered with sticky blood flowers, gorgeous and suffocating.

The distance of three hundred paces in front of the fortress of Fosbello has become an absolute death zone, where countless gnolls and soldiers are filled with arrows, and sleep forever.

Even if a Gnoll soldier breaks through the range of the arrow, he will once again taste the power of the Steel Crossbow.

Noxian archers and an army of steel crossbows join forces to create a hellish scene.

The blood was overflowing, the wails of pain, the whitening bones were constantly rippling with death in the wave of arrows.

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At the very back of the high platform of the city wall, huge metal monsters stood quietly on the gray stone floor, and the deep muzzles of the cannons were straight towards the camp of the Besilik Kingdom.

Bright lights shine, and the mottled colors of the mechanical metal engraved with runes reflect them.

"Lord Sinjid, we ......" The alchemy technology researcher looked at the dead area in front of the city wall, resisted the desire to fight in his heart, and stepped forward to ask.

Nestled beneath the winding ravines and ravines around Piltover, the Iron Glass City is not a quiet place, with the same myriad interests and contradictions, filled with vast underground areas, where people lose their lives at the slightest moment in the alleys and passages.

Alchemy technology researchers, as a member of Zu'an, grew up in an environment that made them not afraid of any battle, and even the transformed parts of their bodies were born for battle.

Sinjid waved his hand slightly, his bloodshot eyes showing fanaticism, but he was not carried away by the bloody war in front of him.

In the invasion war that shook the continent of Valoran, he also participated in the war with the army, and used alchemy potions to inflict terrible damage.

"This is not the time for us to make a move, keep waiting!"