Chapter Twenty-Three: The Raging Civilians (Part II)

The inhabitants and recruits of Alder City have blocked the waters around the vast Stiroland Square. Looking at the twenty squads in the center of the square who were fighting bloodily and snatching the glory of the line, the roars and cheers mixed with almost negligible cries resounded through the world.

Most of the rich people in the rich area who pretended to be elegant, as well as the nobles in the aristocratic district on the high platform, had a strong look of excitement on their faces, and many nobles even lost their manners, waving their hands excitedly, and shouting "Kill him!" in the square. Up, on! "Roaring like that.

I have to say that Noxus is indeed a country full of wars of aggression, even if it is a noble and rich person who has enjoyed a comfortable life, there is still this fanatical fighting blood in their bones.

A group of civilians, all over the age of thirty, stood in front of the area where a group of wounded recruits were receiving emergency treatment, with a calm face and a silent voice. But the look of pride on his face can be seen and felt even by a fool.

Under the gentle treatment of the priest's holy light, the recruits who did not cry even if they fell on the stage and were stabbed with weapons, looked at the proud smiling faces of their relatives, and actually cried, not as proud as the elders, but with a thick sense of shame and shame, sometimes raised their heads to look at the soldiers who were still fighting in the square, and their eyes unabashedly confided in the ambition of "I should have been the one standing in the square".

After watching the bloody battle for nearly half an hour, Augustus, who also vomited for nearly half an hour, has adapted to the rhythm of Stironan Square, and now he can be very calm and even cold-blooded, and he can still look at the bloody battles in the square with a calm smile on his face.

Then Augustus' eyes fell on the group of recruits who were crying under the treatment of the Holy See's holy priest and the group of residents with a deep pride on their faces, and muttered, "This is Noxus? ”。

Augustus, who has always had an inexplicable resistance to Noxus's social concept of "the strong are kings, and the weak submit", seems to have suddenly understood something at this moment, maybe this is Noxus, a great and combative Noxus.

Eventually, there were twenty people standing on Stirolan Square. They were the first place in each group, and each of them had at least three or four scars on their bodies, but each of them had a smug smile on their faces, and some of them even shouted with some brazenness such as "Long live Noxus", "I am the strongest, the great knight" and so on.

Madness, madness, boiling, these emotions drenched in blood permeated Piazza Stirolan and filled the entire city of Al Tsubaki.

Augustus looked indifferently at the second group of soldiers who would once again stage blood and death as they walked up to Stiroland Square, which had been stained red with blood. Augustus, who no longer had symptoms of vomiting, looked more carefully and more clearly this time. All eyes and ears.

Suddenly, a gentle voice came from my ears: "This is Noxus, a Noxus where only an eagle can truly spread its wings and soar!" Noxus has strong and weak, but cowards are never needed or welcomed! Augustus, it's us next! ”

Augustus turned his head, very surprised to look at the indifferent face, and sneered at the Ofit who was fighting in the square. With beautiful long blond hair, handsome appearance, and noble aristocratic status, Orit is definitely the perfect lover in the eyes of any commoner woman and even most aristocratic women. Augustus is not familiar with this guy. To be precise, the two should have been rivals, and he knew very well that Augustus wanted to kill him, after all, he, a commoner, had provoked the noble nobles.

For Orit's understanding, Augustus is only a terrifying nobleman who knows how to forbear. It's not that Augustus doesn't want to continue to know his opponents. Rather, Augustus had no chance to get close to this nobleman whose commoner status was almost untouchable.

Slightly stunned, looking at Orit, who had a sneer on his face, but showed this fanatical temperament in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. Drawing a good-looking arc, he looked at Orit unscrupulously, this time without the humility of the nobility in his eyes. Only self-confidence in oneself and contempt for opponents, a temperament that can be regarded as a contempt for the world in the eyes of Oritt arises spontaneously.

Augustus said: "My bow and arrows have long been *** unbearable! The blood of a noble nobleman may make my bow and arrow more powerful. Dear Viscount Orit, would you like to see the bow and arrow in my hand? ”

Rebelliousness, arrogance, self-confidence, everything slammed up at this moment without warning, this is a kind of thick provocation with no disguise.

Orit was stunned for a moment, he thought that Augustus would answer in the affirmative, but he didn't expect Augustus's answer to be so sharp and so aggressive.

Offett smiled, touched the long sword tied to his waist, put his right hand on his left chest, and gave Augustus an elegant aristocratic greeting salute, and then said in a gentle tone: "A nobleman should not care about any provocation from commoners, because that will reduce his identity and value. But today I want to be stupid enough to care about it once, just for you Augustus! ”

Raising his head, Orite's eyes burst into a dazzling light.

Augustus smiled slightly, left Offet's dazzling gaze, and continued to look at the fierce battle of recruits in the square. But he couldn't help sighing in his heart: "It's not easy to find a few stupid people between the two classes of ambitious commoners, nobles, and nobles!" At this time, Augustus could not help but think of a book he had read in his previous life, in which he said: "Let not be despised by the untouchables who are humbled by poverty, because they struggle to survive a tenacious and cunning system of life; The nobles who are honored by their family lineage should not be despised because the elders who brought them glory and money will teach him how to be a fool who hides a sword in his smile. ”

In a word.

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"The third wave of recruits will assemble at Stiroland Square at once." Before the twenty victors of the second wave had too much time to shout and shout their heroism, the enforcers of the square drove out of the square with cold and unemotional words the victors who stood in the square and showed off their might, or the losers who lay on the ground and wailed bitterly.

The twenty blood-stained areas were untended, and the marble-paved Stiroland Square was littered with old and new marks.

As soon as the voice of the enforcer in the square fell, a white horse rushed into the square like lightning, and directly rushed away the crowd standing in front of him with overwhelming momentum. In the amazed eyes of everyone, they came to the battle area at the front of Stirolan Square. Then the horse jumped high with its two front hooves in the empty area, and let out a resounding neigh, making a very classic leaping position!

Sitting on a white horse, Solitt wielded a sword in his hand and his eyes pierced over the recruits who were marching in unison, trotting forward, or gracefully moving forward.

Domineering.

"Haha. Isn't that your Mark family's Eisen? This little fellow really doesn't stop, is he going to give the poor lowly commoner any steps to rise, and to include this sole knighthood in the hands of the nobles? On the high platform, a young nobleman looked at the appearance of the domineering and very amazing Solit, first stunned, and then smiled at the burly middle-aged man beside him who looked very old-fashioned.

The middle-aged man's words were not clumsy, and his old-fashioned and wooden face showed an elegant smile that was very in line with the status of the nobility, but his eyes also revealed a violent arrogance that did not meet the quality of a good nobleman. smiled and said: "There is no reward for second place in Noxus, I don't expect Eisen to teach that group of brainless and despicable civilians a lesson, I just hope that the kid named Pompey of the Gnaeus family is not too amazing, what do you say?" Count of Obnox? ”

The young nobleman showed a faint smile and sighed, "Since it is already waning, let's be swallowed up by the darkness!" There shouldn't be a second era of autocracy in Alder City! This is especially true of the authoritarian era of repeated domination by a single family. ”

The middle-aged man laughed.

The two looked at each other very tacitly.

A few simple words can determine the direction of a city in the future, and some simple actions can even lead to changing the fate of the world like a butterfly fluttering its wings. Anyone can be a tool and bargaining chip for the nobles to play with this world! They are not as clever as the politicians who hide in the dark corners and make a living by conspiratorial power. But it also uses a very amazing innate talent!

Blood and intrigue are more indispensable in the aristocratic world than they appear to be elegant. Without these two nobles, this life is destined to only linger at the bottom of the aristocracy and even be expelled from the aristocratic world.

Compared with Eisen's surprise, Orait of the Flavi family, a swordsman who is more talented than Eisen, seems a little ordinary. The beautiful blonde hair didn't fly as wantonly as usual. Instead, he was tied into a knot with a rope by Orit, draped over the black armor, and walked with a rather heavy footwork, following Pompey, who was also dressed in silver armor, towards the square.

They were followed by a thin-looking man. But the back gives people the illusion of grandeur Cairo Side. As for Toquil, Isaac, Zhang Tianzuo, Maude, and Augustus, the civilians opened a considerable distance from Cairo Side and others, and walked towards the endless flow of squares.

Perhaps because there are many smart civilians who know the identities of Orfit, Pompey and others, they take the initiative to make way for them, albeit narrow. But the road was enough to pass happily, so even Augustus and the others were much faster.

The area where Augustus and the others were about to fight was the closest to the high platform, and the area was one of the best among the twenty. I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, as long as the nobles on the high platform are not old and dizzy, they can easily see anything that happens in this area.

Looking at Solit, who was riding a purebred noble white horse, his momentum was compelling, as if the sword had been unsheathed, and the sharp edge was exposed, Isaac and the others all felt a little angry. This is clearly an unfair battle.

Isaac and Toquail, two civilians who were not wealthy, were only able to possess a weapon that was not ornate, and perhaps not even very adequate. As for the richer civilians, such as Maude and Zhang Tianzuo, they can only have one more piece of shabby armor than Isaac and Toquail, which is not very good.

And what about Pompeo, Cairo Side, Offet, Solit??

Not only did they have sharp weapons, but they also had excellent armor, and even Solit brought the white horse into the square.

In the most equal recruit arena in Noxus, the most unequal thing has actually been put in front of you.

Augustus didn't even look at the look of anger and unwillingness on Isaac's face, in his eyes, it was already irreversible and unwilling to think about it, it was obviously a waste of time! Noxus is not a fair and equal society like Demacia, and Noxus is only full of strong and weak.

Since the fathers did not create an advantage over their peers, if they did not work hard, and then did useless resentment and anger, and complained about injustice, then the commoners will always be commoners, and they will not be able to touch the door of the nobility.

He carefully examined the bow and arrow in his hand.

Augustus only wanted to keep the things he could control firmly under control, and as for the rest, it would be decided by the notion that the strong man of Noxus was king.

His right hand had already grasped the dark horned bow full of this texture, and his right hand slowly took out a long arrow from his back. Bend your arms, draw your bow, and aim! There is no sluggishness, it is natural, the swarthy horn bow was instantly pulled into a full moon, and a sharp light suddenly burst out of the originally plain eyes, different from the humility and respectfulness of the audience, Augustus at this moment is arrogant, domineering, and unstoppable!

There was an innate and terrifying wild aura erupting from the not so burly figure, and Augustus at this moment really looked like a god descending from heaven.

At this moment, Augustus has become one of the most dazzling sights in the square.

Look at the world!

On the stage, Urgat's eyes also flashed with a bright light, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and he muttered to himself: "Kill this group of noble guys dressed in elegant clothes, and peel off the gorgeous coat on their bodies, only in this way can you stand out!" Don't let me down, Augustus! (To be continued.) )