On the silent city walls, bright magical lights were all turned on, illuminating this heavy atmosphere, and the battlements were silently guarded by Noxian Imperial cavalry.

"What's going on in town?"

After receiving information that a large number of enemies were approaching the town of Irwindal, Gregory hurriedly climbed the city wall and arranged for the town's defense.

The situation in the town of Irvinedale is left to Cooper, which has no way out, after all, Cooper has been running the town of Irwindale for a period of time and is more familiar with the situation in some areas.

"The chaos continues, but it has been contained." Cooper whispered, his pale face slightly better. "But there is still a need for a certain number of people in the town, and there are quite a few moles who are still spreading fear."

Gregory had a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, and he was determined that after this war, he would completely purge the old forces in the town of Irvendale, and make those guys at both ends of the snake and rat regret their actions tonight.

Before the outcome of the war was decided, some people had already started to bet.

"Lord Gregory, the enemy is attacking!" The Noxian Scarlet Cavalry entered the tower and reported urgently on his knees.

The atmosphere was sluggish, and Gregory and Cooper took a few steps forward and stood on the battlements of the tower, looking out at the coalition of nobles slowly advancing in the night.

"Bed crossbows, ladders, trebuchets, this group of noble alliances really looks up to us........."

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Powerful crossbows and crossbows were fired into the town of Irwindale across the space, most of them nailed to the solid walls, and occasionally a few crossbow arrows pierced the bodies of Noxian soldiers, taking away life

The assembled trebuchet began to shoot under the control of the dwarves, and huge stones smashed on the walls, splashing a large amount of stone and dirt, and the deafening sound of impact echoed through the battlements.

This is the weapon of war, a bloody weapon that can cause terror and lethality.

Even beginner transcendental professionals will be overstretched in the face of these war equipment, and they may be able to dodge the fatal blow, but it is impossible to charge across the distance.

Because after several rounds of fire and bombardment, 500 noble coalition infantry took advantage of the night to rush towards the town of Irwindale like waves, and the tall ladders were rapidly approaching the city walls.

After the start of this game called war, no one can hold back, from beginning to end.

The tragic offensive and defensive battle began, and the flames of war burned in the cold night!

The sound of blades mingling with wails and pains resounded through the walls of the town of Irwindal, black armor and gray armor swapped out before being annihilated in the flames.

But in a moment, red blood flowed from the cracks in the mottled walls, sliding down like rain, telling of the coming of death.

Gregory watched coldly as the nobles attacked and the other gates of Irwindale were killed, but this was the only place where there was the suppression of war equipment and a large number of noble infantry.

Time passed little by little, and it was visible to the naked eye that the situation of the Noxian soldiers was becoming more and more difficult, and from time to time there would be a situation of the noble alliance stopping on the city walls.

The Noxian Imperial cavalry guarding the north gate of the town of Irwindale had only 100 men, while the aristocratic coalition had 500, five times as many.

This is no longer a gap that can be made up for in combat power, but the difference in numbers is too great.

"Noxus, fight to the death!"

The bloody war whipped up the desire to kill, and Gregory licked his dry lips, closed his black visor, and waved his hand to signal the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry to quickly join the battle for the walls - already in the muddy meat grinder.

Leaving their horses, the Scarlet Cavalry quickly adapts to their transformations and becomes a brave and belligerent soldier of the Noxian Empire.

In the small area of the city wall, the power of the transcendent professional is vividly displayed, and each blood cavalry is like a death reaper, clearing the noble coalition army standing on the city wall.

With the addition of the Scarlet Cavalry, the Noxian Imperial Cavalry was reinvigorated and began to gain the upper hand, even reclaiming some of the lost battlements.

Woooooooooooo

The muffled sound of the horn suddenly sounded, slightly suppressing the killing sound in the middle battlefield.

And after hearing the sound of the horn, the aristocratic coalition army in a state of attack left behind the corpses of some of their companions and retreated in an orderly manner.

Then the sound of the crossbow and the roar of the trebuchet resounded, pressuring the Noxian soldiers to retreat back to the battlements, and by the way, to the slightly high morale.

The tentative offensive ends.

The walls of the town of Irwindale are littered with new plaques, littered with discarded weapons and cold corpses lying in pools of blood, a sign of the relentlessness of war.

After this initial trial, both sides have gained some gains.

It's just that these gains are a bit heavy for Gregory, and he knows very well in his heart that if the aristocratic coalition forces let go of all the attacks, the town of Irwindale will not be able to stop it.

"Bennett, how are you feeling?"

Still on the hill outside the north gate of the town of Irwindale, Viscount O'Neill stood in the wind on his warhorse, looking out at the bloody battlefield that had just ended.

Bennett was silent, and after thinking for a while, he slowly said in a voice: "Extremely elite soldiers, fighting with the same number of people, Craigie heavy cavalry is inferior to them. ”

"But now, with 50 Craigie heavy cavalry, I can break through the town of Irwindal." (including the remaining noble infantry who had just finished the battle)

"Hahahaha!" Viscount O'Neill laughed heartily and turned his head to look at the most outstanding junior of the Craigie family, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, it's still early, maybe the fruits of victory taste better later."

He turned his head to look at the night, where Baron Barrett had disappeared, and tonight's war was not to achieve results, but to eliminate as much as possible the living forces under Modrian's command.

Otherwise, once Modrian's command fled, there would still be follow-up effects, after all, the presence of the knight chief was like a fish in their throats, which would affect their enjoyment of the taste of the fruits of victory.

At this time.

Under another night.

A cavalry team in silver chain mail shuttled through the rugged trade routes, and from time to time there would be a quick flash of figures, and the dim moonlight could not see the appearance.

It was Barrett's hussar scouts, scouting their surroundings, and the news of the defeat had arrived.

Especially after learning about the specific appearance of those enemies, Barrett light cavalry began to treat the enemy with caution, it was the team that was rumored to have destroyed the Iron Thorn Cavalry.

"Only with such a victory can we get enough distribution of benefits." Baron Barrett spoke softly, his eyes unleashing wildness and greed.

He didn't believe that after the destruction of the Iron Thorn Cavalry, that terrible team would remain intact.