On the front-line battlefield where the pace of battle is very fierce, whether they care about it or not, whether the blood and sweat are worth it or not, the soldiers and even the pure cannon fodder without mind are also trying their best to move forward. Like Kudin, there are very few who are not focused on fighting. So when he was still missing an arrow under Clyde's guidance, a female archer who had put up with his noise for a long time in front of him shot his "red lightning" with an arrow.

"Stay quiet! Don't drag your feet here! ”

I wanted to cry without tears, looked at the baby lightning who was scattered, and then looked at the eldest cousin who had been grumpy since she was a child, Kudin, and didn't dare to speak loudly.

"Well, the most critical goal is to die at my hands as scheduled."

Muttering quietly, Kudin put away the poor baby's parts and slipped back, and the aunt who pressed behind her was still more protective of her handsome (sweet-mouthed) nephew.

But in short, after these two arrows, Kudin also realized that this was by no means an occasion to be "understood" like usual, and temporarily restrained a lot, and turned to the first plan - to see the specific battle situation with the help of instruments. The use, of course, is to consolidate the conversation when showing off in the future. After all, there are not so many brains in the world that are not enough, and there are still many people who can hear whether a certain description is seen by someone with their own eyes.

So that first of all, the hot topic is a bastard scum who doesn't want to admit it, but is really like a bastard scum with a cheating template! If you don't watch it, you won't be able to participate in the topic!

Hmph, just look at it twice, count the scars, and refresh it.

Shuangyi, huh? When did the hand break? This, it's not cool, hey! Pick it up!

"Ground Burst!"

Force-wide range attacks gain a short period of time, but not enough.

"Designated Protection!"

Finally locked down the interferer who believed that his comrades would slow down on their own and send a boost, and that was enough.

"Whew, that's just like the words, the milk was so slow just now."

"Talk less and see more, it's not easy to cooperate remotely, protection is, and so is attack."

"Oh, then this action is too fast for me to watch, I watch the barbarians who play with knives, it is simple and rude to see clearly, and it is also a pre-battle infighting, a good show."

Drama? This child still has no real sense of war...... What about tomorrow?

You're going to hate us.

……

Can you still afford to hate me?

Nice expression, but that's just the first step to becoming a masterpiece -

In one account of Runeterrae, Aatrox is a legendary warrior and one of the only five remaining warriors of an ancient race known as the Darkspawn. He wielded his greatsword gracefully, weaving his way through the army with a bewildering sword style. Whenever he fought the creatures, Aatrox's living greatsword would sip their blood, increasing his strength and feeding him for his brutal, graceful slaughter.

The earliest accounts of Aatrox come from a long and obscure account dating back at least 1,200 years. It tells the story of the war between two factions, the Protectors and the Lords of Spells, whose names remain. At that point, the Sorcerers had won a series of overwhelming victories, and they vowed to purge their enemies, and the Protector Army was on the brink of extinction. And on the day of their final encounter, the Protectors knew they were outnumbered, exhausted and poorly equipped, and they were ready for inevitable defeat.

But when all hope seemed lost, Aatrox appeared in the ranks of the Protectorate. His opening few words were not surprising, only urging the soldiers to continue fighting; His body was one with the greatsword, and the soldiers watched with awe as the unsung hero swept away his enemies; His presence is a force that continues to inspire desperate soldiers. Then, at some point, the soldiers felt their desire to fight and their real potential surge, and they followed Aatrox into battle, each bursting with the power of rage until they achieved a near-impossible victory.

After a trance, Aatrox disappeared, and the anger of the Protector Army did not change. Their triumph came one after another, and they brought home their final victory. The citizens call them heroes, but despite their efforts to save civilization from destruction, darkness lingers in the hearts of every warrior. Something has changed.

Over time, their memories of the battle faded, and a grim revelation emerged: their heroism was, in fact, nothing more than the atrocities they had committed with their hands.

Similar accounts appear in many accounts of civilization. If these legends are to be believed, then Aatrox's presence has changed the course of many important wars in the history of Runeterra . Although these stories present him as the savior of the Dark Ages, what Aatrox is truly left behind may be a world of war and conflict.

And if you don't look for the books, the last "maybe" may be removed, because a very small number of people will give more detailed pain and tears to make people understand that Aatrox has left behind only full of devastation.

The lone king of the barbarians, Tydamir, is one of them, the fire of anger that has been burned with eternal pain......

In order to survive, most of the people of Freljord struggled with misery, either frostbite or starvation, until they died. Young Tedamir and his people fought against other tribes for the land's scarce resources, bringing them closer to death for a short period of time to be free from hunger and cold.

They had become accustomed to the pain and parting after a long battle, but a battle like this made everyone no longer need this painful but persistent habit. The Marauders, who had ambushed the tribes of Tedamir in the dead night, were not prepared to face the next approaching shadow, though he and his warriors held back the first wave of the attack. Wielding a brutal living sword, he uses strange magic to make the invaders bloodthirsty.

The tribes of Tedamir were ravaged in an instant. Seeing that there was no hope of defeating this mysterious creature, Tedamir chose to stand at the forefront and face his doomed death. But although the shadow had inflicted a fatal wound on the young barbarian, it did not immediately take his life.

Thus, Tydamir watched death and destruction devour his homeland, his life crumbling with clear pain, but still immortal.

In the end, there was nothing left, only a scream before death.

With a voice, urging him not to surrender to death, Tydamir was furious!

His blood was boiling, his anger consuming it and erasing his death!

He staggered to his feet—barely clutching his sword—and pulled himself together to face the shadow. But the shadow didn't even raise his sword, instead smiling at Tedamir and retreating into the shadows.

Looking around blankly, stumbling, this night, this long night, was the last time this barbarian saw his enemy.

Searching and wandering, Tydamir could feel that the man who had taken his home and people was in Freljord. As he pursues it, he builds himself into a cruel instrument of revenge.

Over the years, he visited all the tribes of the wilderness, and defeated them one by one until no one was willing to fight. Through these, he mastered the ways of fighting the barbarians and transformed his anger into a form of strength. With his sword in hand and his wrath in his heart, the man who once destroyed his life is now his eternal quest for revenge. Anyone who stands in the way of his revenge is killable!