In Ionia, the Presidium has always been a famous attraction. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It's full of history and the views of the West Coast.

Among them, the area close to the capital is the most famous, and the fragrance of plants and trees on both sides of the [Tranquility Garden] and the melodious chanting from the altar make this place feel like paradise.

But today, the scent of flowers is no longer intoxicating, and the hymn has become the roar of the enemy.

The Ionian Guard soldiers rested by the battlements, waiting for the next fierce battle.

The First Vanguard of Noxus had already launched several attacks, and the defenders were outnumbered and held out with only one tentative counterattack.

However, even with the defense of the city, in the face of the endless attacks of the enemy several times their size, the defenders were already stretched thin in defense.

The Noxians are completely at any cost, because they can afford it. Behind this high wall is the city of Presidium, and after the capture of the capital, the whole of Ionia is in the pocket of the Empire.

The high walls blocked the last rays of daylight, and night crept in.

Zelos took a deep breath and shouted, "Fellow citizens, Ionia is great, but we have no way back, for behind us is Presidium. ”

The weary soldiers of the Guard rose again, sharpening their curly swords on the stone wall, and the strange grinding sound in the deathly silence was poignant and sad.

Not long after, the enemy took advantage of the cover of night to start attacking again. The sound of horses' hooves rumbling from below the walls made everyone's hearts rise and fall.

"The enemy is closer, closer."

"They're going to rush up, kill, kill!"

The soldiers shouted in their hearts, with the will to fight to the death.

However, the sound of the horse's hooves suddenly became muffled, and faded away. So, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They thought: Noxians are flesh and blood, and they are afraid of death. Yes, they must have been afraid.

In the darkness, Zelos listened intently, his face growing more and more solemn.

Cavalry is not suitable for siege, this is the most basic common sense, and the cavalry brigade below seems to be heading north.

The Presidium encircles the entire west coast and is connected to the mountains in the north. It can be said that the entire fortification is flawless, but only if someone is stationed.

The enemy is trying to make a detour! Once they break through from anywhere in the north, the entire line of defense will lose its raison d'être. The Imperial cavalry could turn back and counterattack in a day, and the capital city of Presidium was no longer in danger.

"No, I have to find reinforcements." Zelos looked back at the soldiers, his eyebrows furrowed: But if I'm gone, will this place be able to hold on?

A soldier beside Zelos suddenly took off his cloak, revealing a delicate and slightly immature little face, but his voice was steady and calm: "Brother, go ahead, the Knights of the Templars are within a hundred miles." You should be back tomorrow morning, and as for tonight, I'm here. ”

"You...... What are you messing around. Zelos looked at his sister, "Irelia, when did you get involved?" You are not yet a warrior, and the battlefield is not yours. ”

"Warrior, hehe, I'm not a warrior." The composure on Irelia's face instantly turned into loneliness.

What is Warrior? If you are an ordinary person, as long as you are willing to fight, you are both a warrior. But she couldn't.

Because, she is Irelia, Rito's daughter.

Thirty years ago, her father, Rito, was the most powerful swordsman on the continent. If there were heroes at that time, Master Rito was undoubtedly the most powerful hero.

Ten years ago, before his father died, he left his beloved weapons and inheritance to Irelia. From then on, everyone, including herself, understood that only by becoming a hero, Irelia, would she be qualified to fight.

This is the glory inherited from her father, and it is also her own uncompromising pride.

But today Irelia has a heavier responsibility - to guard Ionia, so she would rather let go of her pride than stand up.

Seeing his sister's expression of firmness again, Zelos finally patted her on the shoulder: "Tomorrow morning, you must show me that you are still standing here, and that the walls are still standing. ”

"Hmm."

The two of them just looked at each other, and there were no extra words.

In the cold wind, Irelia looks forward to the battle of her own, but also prays that the battle that will stake Ionia's fate will come sooner.

Time never cares about the thoughts of the world, and midnight comes in a hurry.

Click, click......

There was a sound in the silence, the footsteps of the Imperial infantry brigade and the turning axles of heavy siege vehicles.

Clearer and closer.

"All on alert, prepare to fight back!"

Magical light lit up the sky, and black-pressed infantry brigades appeared below, pushing several behemoths as tall as city walls.

"Archers prepare, shoot!"

A rain of arrows rained down from the walls, hitting only a few targets. Those huge siege engines were the best shields when they were shrinking, and the Imperial army hid underneath and continued to advance.

"Get ready to take on the enemy!" This command was full of helplessness.

The Ionian martial arts are prevalent, and magicians are extremely scarce. What can you do now but wait for melee?

"Fortunately, there is still this wall, and I will defend this place." Irelia gathers her qi and prepares her for battle.

However, the infantry brigade of the Imperial Army suddenly stopped a hundred meters away.

Bang.

A magic flare shoots out from the enemy army, hovering high above the city walls.

The bright light was dizzying, and Irelia squinted to see sparks flickering in the darkness in the direction of the Sacred Harbor in the distance, and then extinguished in an instant.

"Enemy artillery attack, pay attention to evasion!"

Boom, boom......

A moment later, the roar of the giant cannon of the Imperial warships in the bay could be heard in the distance.

The walls were filled with fire, and the dense fire of the enemy ships poured down on the small area. The terrifying power of the heavy artillery could only be resisted by elite cultivators in the early stage of the rank once or twice at most, and at the same time, the explosions that sounded around the soldiers of the guard army were dense like firecrackers in a festival.

In the middle section, dozens of soldiers were killed in just half a minute. The rest of the people quickly dispersed to both sides, and the situation was not too bad.

The supposedly impregnable Presidium finally began to collapse in the face of such violent fixed-point fire.

Just as the guards above were still dodging the remaining sporadic artillery fire, a loud roar began to be heard below.

"Noxus, invincible!"

The Imperial infantry regiments charged the defensive line, the ladders were raised, and countless people poured like locusts into the gaps in the walls.

Irelia stepped forward first, slashing with a greatsword in her hand, slashing through the first batch of ladders.

The greatsword was so striking that immediately a soldier shouted, "It's the heirloom sword, she's Irelia, our hero is fighting." Brothers, slay back the enemy. ”

Hero! No, I'm not. But I'll try to fight like a hero.

Irelia lunged out and slashed one of the Imperial soldiers with her greatsword, then dashed at the other.

On the steep slope formed by the collapse of the city wall, the girl's figure flickered one after another, like a butterfly fluttering.

Wherever she passed, the fallen Imperial soldiers had been paved.