Chapter 13: The Essence of Elegance

With graceful steps, Sejuani walked up to the Noxian knight in front of him, who was not a prisoner at all, or even a little unscrupulous, but before Sejuani could get any closer, a burly body was like a wall in front of Augustus and Sejuani.

Sejuani stopped, swept over the solemn and solemn Minotaur warrior Alista, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and said with a smile: "You are the servant of this Noxian knight?" ”

Alista, who has never had the slightest political cell, and only has a few pitiful but respectable words such as loyalty and honesty in his mind, was slightly stunned, then puffed up his chest and said in a slightly proud tone: "Young Master Augustus's subordinates are subordinate to the knight Minotaur Alista!" ”

Looking at the serious Alista, Sejuani chuckled. It's rare to see something as strange and interesting as Alista and Augustus on the permafrost tundra, and she is a little hesitant to slaughter it now or continue to tease it for a while.

If Augustus, who was aiming at Sejuani's graceful body, knew that Sejuani actually had such thoughts? I'm afraid I'm already restless! Her eyes changed, and Queen Sejuani, who was the only voice of the Winterclaw Tribe, had already made up her mind, glanced at the Alista who was in the way, and said, "Even if you add ten Alista, it is impossible to stop Sejuani's pace, get out of the way, I don't like to say the same thing!" ”

Alista grinned, her body a head taller than everyone present stood straight, with a smile on her face that would make anyone feel very innocent when they saw it, and she smiled at the master of the Winterclaw tribe, and then said in a very calm tone: "The first rule of the knight is not to let the master die before him. ”

Sejuani smiled brightly, glanced at Alysta officially, shook her head, and said, "What elegant and sincere words, but unfortunately against my wishes!" ”

No one in the permafrost tundra can go against Sejuani's wishes. Sejuani would never give anyone anything against her will.

After Sejuani's words fell, the warriors of the Winterclaw tribe, who stood behind Sejuani and were eager to teach two stupid and daring to blaspheme their goddess guys, swarmed up and surrounded Alista Augustus.

Just as she was about to rush up to get rid of these two eyesores, Sejuani said nonchalantly: "This Noxian knight belongs to me!" As a result, Ferreljord's warriors immediately set their sights on Alista.

A scuffle broke out immediately.

The Minotaurs are one of the most warlike races on the continent, and they have the innate terrifying genes in them, and they come from the same class, and no race can suppress the edge of the Minotaurs. It's a pity that this time the Minotaur Alista didn't show much edge. The scene at this moment is not so much that the valiant and combative Alista is fighting the warriors of Ferreljord, but that the warriors of Ferreljord are teaching this perverse and hateful stranger a lesson with their fists.

Queen Sejuani admired with relish the rare battles with the Minotaurs on the permafrost of Taiyuan, and at the same time clapped her left hand and pretended to be lustful and eager to swallow his Augustus. At the same time, his right hand pulled out the not-so-delicate, non-fancy, but sharp scimitar at his waist and slashed directly at Augustus's head.

At this moment, Augustus had to recover from the squinting eyes that were full of pretense and trying to get away with it, and his body tilted slightly to reach out and catch the scimitar that would kill him. Augustus's speed was already fast, but Sejuani's speed was even faster, almost at the moment when Augustus raised his hand, Sejuani had already raised her foot and kicked Augustus in the lower abdomen with a kick, directly kicking Augustus into the air, and with a bang, it fell on a hard rock five or six meters away.

A pair of eyes without superfluous emotion looked coldly at the front of him, and collapsed to the ground in embarrassment. The Noxian knight, who had been reduced to a prisoner but still maintained an elegant and optimistic smile, Sejuani played with the delicate joke of about three feet in her hand, opened her mouth, and said in an indifferent tone: "I hate aristocratic tones. I'm disgusted with aristocratic behavior, Augustus, and if you don't show any more sincerity in negotiations, I don't mind burying you in the permafrost tundra so that you can witness the rise of Ferreljord! ”

"What a shrewd woman!" Augustus thought to himself. For the leader of the Winterclaw tribe who wants to deceive this brave and intelligent tribe with such low-level infant behavior. He never had high expectations. The reason for this is just to ease the atmosphere with the queen of the permafrost tundra, the wrath of winter, and the queen of Sejuani.

Now that Sejuani had pierced the paper with her own hands, Augustus had no more thoughts of pretending. Immediately, Augustus's eyes with a little awe and trepidation in front of Zaisjuani at the beginning immediately regained his rational calm and wise look even when he met General Burnham, and said in a very calm tone: "When it comes to war, no empire can compare with us Noxus to have a say. We, the Noxian residents, merchants, and nobles who were born out of battle, knew that war could not solve all problems, let alone Queen Sejuani, who was bent on restoring Ferreljord's reign in Queen Avarosa. ”

Sejuani waved her hand, and the warrior of the Winterclaw tribe who had beaten Alysta immediately stopped, and brought Arista, who had already had no backhand, to Serjuani and Augustus.

Alista, who had a blue nose and swollen face, looked up and smiled at Augustus, who did not skimp on his smile to reward the minotaur who had faithfully guarded him.

"These are the words I have heard from you that are most abhorrent to me, but also the most reason why I should not kill you! But this is far from making me relinquish my control over your freedom, much less the judgment of the barbarians. Looking at Augustus, who had kept his calm and calm face so as not to be beaten, Sejuani said cautiously and with the resoluteness that she had carried at the beginning.

As expected by Sejuani, Augustus was not depressed or panicked, a pair of wise and wise eyes looked at her, and calmly retorted: "Whether it is Augustus or a barbarian from afar! It's a big threat to Freeljord, especially for Freeljord, who is about to move towards reunification! ”

Sejuani frowned slightly, two flames welled up in her eyes, and said coldly, "Can I see it as a threat to you?" ”

Augustus maintained his usual grace and calmness, shook his head slightly, and then took the Iron Oak Medal on his chest, handed it to Sejuani, and said softly: "It is undeniable that I have ambitions to covet Ferreljord, but it is not to covet the soil that belongs to Ferreljord but is not suitable for Noxus, but to covet the merits of Ferreljord. Noxus has led a holy war on the continent of Valoran, and too many enemies have been erected, so it is time to seek peace, and I have come to Ferreljord from Noxus to seek a peaceful Ferreljord, no matter who the ruler of this peaceful Ferreljord is? Whether it's the Ice Shooter Tribe, or the Dervish Tribe, or the Winterclaw Tribe led by Queen Sejuani, you! ”

Sejuani did not immediately answer Augustus's words, and carefully looked at the Iron Oak Medal, which symbolized the highest glory of the Knight of Noxus, and even if she didn't want to admit it, she had to admit that the excellent workmanship of this medal was not comparable to the Warrior Medal of the Wintertalon Tribe that she had made herself.

He stretched out his hand and handed the gold-heavy Iron Oak Medal to Augustus, and said, "What does this mean?" Hello? ”

Looking at the lost Iron Oak Medal, Augustus did not take it, and a trace of excitement surged in his heart, at least now from the mouth of the arrogant victorious queen in front of him, he did not hear Chiluoluo's hostility and killing intent, which was the most pleasant thing for Augustus.

As for the medals? Wouldn't he, Augustus, be able to get another Iron Oak or two from the miserly Noxian ruler, General Burnham?

Augustus said with a sincere face: "This is my gift to Ferreljord on behalf of Noxus, and it is also my sincerity!" I gave Ferreljord an Order of Iron Oak, but I could get two or more Iron Oak Medals from the peace between Ferreljord and Noxus, which is not a loss-making deal! ”

Sejuan Nicole is not a person who can be easily deceived in a few words! The meaning of the Order of the Iron Oak weighed for a Noxian, and Sejuani was not ignorant. At least Sejuani knew that before the Holy War in Noxus, the Order of the Iron Oak was basically awarded every three years, and the number of people awarded at any one time was definitely not more than fifty.

For Noxians, being able to get an Iron Oak Medal means that they have stepped into the threshold of nobility, especially in holy wars, and the Iron Oak Medal means that lowly commoners can already be on an equal footing with nobles.

Was Augustus just a sign of integrity when he bestowed on himself the Order of Iron Oak? Sejuani was skeptical of this. At least when Augustus took out the Iron Oak Medal, there was no lack of proof of his importance to Noxus. There is no shortage of threatening rhetoric.

Killing a Noxian knight who has been awarded the Iron Oak Medal is bound to provoke the wrath of Noxus. If it was in the past, Sejuani would not have been too scrupulous, but now is indeed a very special environment and time, if Ferreljord wants to be successfully unified, then it must maintain a peaceful and stable environment, otherwise there will be many changes in it.

But if Augustus and this group of barbarian warriors recruited from the Hoh Xil Plain were allowed to leave, would the peace of Ferreljord be guaranteed?

Sejuani also doubted this!

As for Augustus's claim that Noxus had no intention of conquering Ferreljord, Sejuani was roughly convinced. If Noxus had the ambition to conquer Ferreljord, then Ferreljord would have already become a piece of Noxus territory.

Although Sejuani knew that Noxus had no interest in Ferreljord, she had already pleaded with the Noxian rulers to grant her the territory of Ferreljord as a territory.

Holding the weighty, delicately crafted Iron Oak Medallion, Sejuani felt a little distressed and scruples for the first time, and swept past Augustus, who was smiling very kindly, and Sejuani knew that she had met a difficult fellow!

PowerbyYOZOSOFT (To be continued.) )