Long back in the days of the Empire's infancy, it was the time of the conquest of De Runne, and it was the earliest record of Cree's deeds. At the time, the First Legion was trudging through the gray barren mountains and mountains, trying to escape the pursuit of the barbarian tribes.

The previous two defeats had already demoralized the troops, who were forced to abandon their supply lines in the event of the rout, and now they were a week's walk from the nearest outpost.

Leading the army was a group of noissy nobles in gold armor. They are more concerned about their external image and intrigue within the class than the soldiers under them.

To make matters worse, these commanders, while skilled in assassination and arena fighting, are a complete pile of waste on the real battlefield.

When the enemy surrounded the remnants of the legion, the nobles ordered their soldiers to form a circle, in the delusion that they could negotiate a ransom to save their lives.

Then, the early morning sun shone on the battlefield, and the mysterious figure of Kereh appeared on the distant peaks. He rode Sgar, an undead desert dragon lizard.

It stands on only two hind legs, and a pair of forelimbs in the shape of ears hang listlessly on the sides of its head, like a butler who has accidentally inserted his fingers into hot soup.

The lone rider stood in the saddle, his arms rusted, his armor tattered, his ragged rags—but unquenchable anger was pouring out of his only intact eyeball.

"I'll give you one last chance, get out of my territory!" Kree shouted a warning at the barbarians, but he did not wait for them to answer. Kree kicked Sgar hard, screaming and charging.

The soldiers had long since lost their fighting spirit, and only resentment against the nobles was left in their hearts. However, Kree's frenzied suicidal charge completely aroused their blood, and a large number of men and horses followed closely behind Kree and Sgar, and slaughtered the enemy in one fell swoop.

Immediately afterwards, the bloodiest white-knuckle battle of the First Army since its departure began. Although the first wave of the Legion's charge caught the opponent by surprise.

But the barbarians quickly reacted and organized their men to attack the flanks of the legions, and then more troops began to join in, surrounding the legions on all sides.

The situation on the battlefield took a turn for the worse, and Sgar was startled, leaving behind Kree and fleeing into the distance. The soldiers of Noxus also began to hesitate.

But in the middle of the battlefield, Kreh was still slashing left and right, punching and kicking in a field of flesh and blood, with no intention of retreating.

The corpses of the enemy were piled up around Kereh, and his clothes were soaked with blood. Although his longaxe showed blood with every swing, the barbarians' endless crowds forced him to retreat.

However, the harsh insults in his mouth did not abate, but became more and more high-pitched, desperately provoking his opponents. Apparently, the yodelers were intent on dying here at all.

There is no difference between courage and cowardice, both will spread like a plague. Seeing that Kereh was so determined to fight, the warriors rose up one after another, and even Sgar stopped and looked back at the last desperate battle of the legion.

The Noxians' line was quickly broken through, and several times the number of enemies pushed Kree to the ground. At this time, the dragon lizard Sgar rejoined the battle in triumph, attacking from behind the barbarians.

It screeched, tearing a cut in the shadow of a meat grinder, saving its master. When Kree rolled over his horse again, he was completely transformed into a terrifying whirlwind of death. The rest of the matter was left with the barbarians hugging their heads and running away.

Although there were few surviving Noxians, they still won the battle. The Droney tribe was defeated, and their lands were added to the empire. The corpses of the nobles, along with their golden armor, were never seen again.

Gradually, almost every legion of the empire had the story of Kree. These stories are much the same, and one thing is certain: in the face of such mad courage, no defeat is a foregone conclusion.

It is said that he will follow the legion and snatch every loot and land for himself and Sgar.

Many Noxians find these rumors ridiculous and difficult to count. But along the legion's journey, such signatures can be seen everywhere - "Kereh owns", declaring the ownership of each new territory.

There are no neat underwear or pure gold night pots in the northern wastelands. There is only desolation here. There was nothing but barbarian banditry, poisonous weeds everywhere and icy winds.

In order to survive, all you eat is stone, and what you pull out is magma. And out of all the bad stuff, I'm the most stubborn, mean, deadly bastard. So all this wilderness became my territory.

"But why am I in this situation? Why am I staying with you stupid guy? "I started shouting again.

Sgal was lying on the rocks basking in the sun, and she just snorted. The scales on her body resembled black metal embellished with gold threads. Nothing can penetrate the skin of this dragon lizard. I've seen a steel sword slash her leg and then break itself.

But even so, her fart still stinks too much to bear.

"I'm calling you, bastard coward. You seem to have something to say? ”

"Gollum...... Woo-la. It looked up at the sky and yawned at the same time.

"It was just a grouse! It's not as big as the palm of my hand. You actually ran away...... Stupid thing, stupid brute! ”

"Goo...... Huh? Sgar's eyes were half-open, and he drove away the flies that were circling in front of him.

"Huh? Talk back? Interesting? Hahaha, I've had enough of your demagogic rhetoric. I'm supposed to leave you here to die. That's how it should be. You will die because you are alone. Hell, you can't survive a day without me. ”

Skar craned his neck and rested his head against the stone.

Talking to her was a complete waste of time. I should forgive her - but her rhythmic fart was laughing at me. As soon as the smell came over, I felt like I had been slapped in the face of a frying pan.

"Enough, bastard!" I threw my foul-smelling hat on the ground and strode out of the camp, swearing to myself that I would never look at her again, this. The hat was a good thing, though, so I trotted back and picked it up from the ground.

"Okay, go ahead and sleep, lazy mouse." I said as I walked away. "I'll patrol myself."

Regardless of the farm, I am ten miles away, but that is no excuse for giving up patrolling. And I'm going to have to do it, whether that sneaky lizard helps or not.