Outside the castle of Ranvasur, flags fluttered, and Noxian soldiers in sharp armor crawled like wolves, hiding their cold minions, waiting for the final trumpet.

It's a cleared plain, with a patchwork of war masons building a rough war sand table in the center, with the Iron Thorn Mountains and the Ranvasur Castle standing out in the middle.

The breeze swept through the grass, and the grim-looking Darius stood on the main throne, flanked by the undead god of war Sain and Hammer Bruce, and then the peerless sword queen Fiona and the barrel Gulagas on the left and right.

"Guys, if you have no other doubts, follow the plan you have made?" Darius looked around at the standing hero, and an aura of iron and blood permeated him.

"I have questions." Fiona stepped out of the ranks, her tall figure walking towards the war sand table, her fair and slender fingers placed on the east side of the castle of Ranvasur, where the plains of yellow sand were.

"According to the reports of the War Masons and the Shadowstreamers, there is a high probability that the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa will intervene in this raid war, so what should we do then?" Fiona's tone paused slightly when she spoke of the War Mason, and then quickly returned to normal, and continued to elaborate.

Hearing this, Darius stared at Fiona, then looked up at the breeze that blew by, and a blue bluebird soared in the sky.

"Her Majesty Jana will be in charge of the Tambefasa Grand Duke's ** team that has come from afar."

Even with the constraints of the system and the loyalty conferred, it is not possible to expect the heroes of Demacia and Noxus to get along with each other with a smile, and the vivid lives and memories that have never been forgotten are the embodiment of humanity and soul.

However, in the state of war, the two still maintain their loyalty to Modrian and a sense of belonging to Valoran, so they are as peaceful as possible to assist as much as possible.

"So, let's get started, guys!"

Darius stood looking out at the majestic Ranvasur Castle in the distance, a cold glow in his deep eyes.

The cold breeze of spring wafted across the plains, the flags as bright as blood pierced the sky, the pale double-edged axe emblem seemed to come to life, a hideous smile appeared on the skull face, and the red blood spread at the corners of the mouth.

Whining! Whining! Whining!

The sound of the vast trumpet sounded across the plains, as if to awaken the sleeping beast.

The Noxian soldiers, who had long been ready to go, quickly finished their formation, their cold eyes looking at the castle in the distance, their weapons clenched in cold light.

War is conquest, war is killing!

War, it's me!

Darius removed the black cutter from his back, and in his field of vision were LinkedIn Heroes, whose scarlet capes rippled slightly with the breeze, pulling out dazzling red streams.

"For Valoran, for Noxus!"

Thundered!

Exhilarating shouts and roaring footsteps mingled, and the Noxian soldiers raised their steel shields and marched with firm steps towards the castle of Ranvasur.

Each of the Noxus warbands has its own unique culture, tier, and combat preferences, which can be used as a basis to form larger wargroups. Each soldier is responsible for a specific field assignment, and may be assigned as a front-line commando, hoplite, scout, assassin, or cavalryman as long as it suits their skills.

The summoned Noxian soldiers themselves are the elite soldiers of the Noxian Empire, and they can be competent in the combat methods they are familiar with, and they can be converted from heavy cavalry to hoplites, as well as front-line commandos.

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On the top of the towering watchtower, Alcott looked solemnly at the Valoran army that began to attack, and as expected, he directly attacked the castle.

"Pass my orders, and the Iron Thorn infantry will meet the enemy!"

"Bed crossbow ready!"

"Archer prepare!"

"The family mage group prepares!"

Orders emanated from inside the watchtower, and then delivered to each commander via the heralds, and the castle of Ranvasul, the century-old castle of the Jeffrey family, entered a state of all-out war.

War equipment made of dwarves and goblins was pushed to the battlements, flanked by soldiers in charge of bed crossbows, and behind them were iron thorn archers assembled in formation, their sharp arrows glittering with icy cold light.

When the Valoran Legion officially advanced, Alcott's heart breathed a sigh of relief, and things were moving towards the prepared plan, hoping that there would be no surprises.

The steel shield was erected in front of it, and the invisible aura of iron and blood was stirring in the plain, all telling the elite of Valoran's leading army.

"But my Iron Thorn Legion is not a waste to be slaughtered!" Alcott said coldly, the life energy of his body was like a volcano, and the stirring breath baked the air.

"Archer, shoot!"

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

A dense rain of arrows filled the pale gray sky, obscuring the sky and the ground, and then it rained down on the Noxus array of steel.

Sonorous! Sonorous!

The arrows glowing with cold light struck the steel shield with the force of their falling, breaking in two, but there were still many arrows along the gaps in the array, piercing through the fine armor and splashing a little blood.

Death came suddenly, but it could not shake the Noxians' mentality, and the soldiers in the back filled the gap and continued to march with firm steps.

"Bed crossbow, attack!"

A solemn and heavy atmosphere permeated the castle, and Alcott's voice sounded again, as if whispering in his ear, this is the knight's essential skill for the use of life energy, and it is a commander's necessary skill.

The archers' continued onslaught the Valoran Lord's advance, and then the weapons of war hidden behind the battlements shone a metallic glow in the glow.

Click! Click! Click!

The soldiers standing still on either side quickly moved, the sound of crossbow strings pulled to the groove, and then the silent bed crossbow let out a roar like a raging beast, and the heavy and sharp crossbow arrows tore through the air, bringing transparent traces, and instantly crossed the distance from the castle to the plain.

The steel shield was directly pierced, and the pitch-black armor could not provide effective protection, blood bloomed, and dozens of crossbow arrows left a few traces of blood in the neat Noxian array, like waves.

"Go on!" Alcott's expression remained unchanged, and the boundary between life and death became extremely thin in a bloody war, and this killing could not change the outcome of the war.

The bed crossbow was activated again, and the delicate and huge war equipment continued to harvest the lives of the enemy as long as they were not destroyed in the offensive and defensive battles.

The heavy, sharp bolts made a screeching sound, and this time the Noxus array was no longer sitting still.

The surging life energy soared into the sky, and the neat and orderly array quickly changed, and the Trefalli legionnaires stood at the front of the array with shields in hand.

Bang Bang! Bang Bang!

The embodied life energy froze on the surface of the shield, and then brazenly greeted the crossbow arrows that broke through the air, and the stirring breath set off wind and waves, and bursts of dust and grass drifted in the air.