Chapter 24: The Hand of Fate

Augustus was lying on the soft and comfortable big chuang, fantasizing and holding a wand in his head, noble, confident, and elegant, LeBlan, who existed like a queen, and in front of the chuang stood two equally beautiful women, one was the pearl of the Noxian Empire, Caterina with the blood and intimidating name of the ominous blade, and the other was Princess Ash, the most promising unification of Freizud in the permafrost tundra.

A thud and a kick on the door woke Augustus up.

There was a little surprise on his face, but Augustus, who had been killed more than a dozen times in the holy war, immediately regained his composure in a very unbelievably fast time, and looked at Princess Ash, the owner of the Ice Archer tribe, who was dressed in military uniform, cold and noble and led the warriors of the Ice Shooter tribe to break into the room without permission, squinted his eyes, and said with a little joke: "Dear Princess Ash, are you so impatient?" ”

At this moment, Augustus was quite arrogant and lying on the soft and comfortable big chuang, and the restless thing in his lower body showed his strength and temptation in front of Ash indecently against his clothes.

Slightly stunned, Ash naturally knew the temptation and teasing of the adult words in Augustus's words, but his face was very calm, and he reached out to take a bow and an arrow that was not very workmanlike from the hand of a warrior who had long been very dissatisfied with Augustus.

Ash calmly made a bow and arrow, and Augustus, who was lying on top of the chuang with his eyes half-closed, did not dare to laugh at the princess Ash who seemed to have changed a person, but he did not hurriedly put on a dress, slowly stood up and looked at Princess Ash with a smile, and as soon as his mouth thought about the next words, the arrow shot towards his chest as fast as lightning.

"I'm grass!" Augustus indecently cursed a sentence that the Ferreljord tribe, Noxus, and Demacia could not understand in any country on the Valoran continent. Facing the long arrow that was shooting at close range, Augustus snorted coldly and directly met it with a punch.

Despite his effeminate appearance, Ash's archery skills are notoriously good even in the Ice Archer tribe, which is proficient in archery. The fact that she has never lost her head is enough to prove that Ash is not a woman who can easily rise to the head of the Ice Archer tribe by virtue of her beauty.

So there are no surprises. The arrow collided with Augustus' fist.

Many of the warriors of the Ice Archer tribe who admired Ash wished that moment the Queen's arrow pierced the fist of the proud Noxian warrior, and then pierced into Augustus's chest.

It's just a pity that things have not gone in the direction they imagined, and the moment the arrows and fists collide together, Augustus's fist did not have a moment, but the arrow that shot out like lightning immediately turned into a pile of powder.

Augustus could not have imagined that Princess Ash, who had been smiling gracefully and kindly a few hours ago, would pick up an arrow and point it at him at this moment, did she imagine Noxus declaring war? This thought flashed through his mind and was immediately denied by Augustus.

From Guliglan, the sixth knight of the empire, Augustus received the skills of a knight. With Fransted, Augustus learned how to be a good nobleman and politician. It has to be said that Fransted's influence on Augustus has to be said to be the most far-reaching. Therefore, when Augustus thought about the problem, the first thing he thought of was profit, and this time was no exception.

If the Ice Shooters want to unify Fereljord, they need a peaceful and stable external environment to unify themselves internally. Therefore, it is a very unwise initiative for the Ice Shooter tribe to declare war on Noxus or the adjacent barbarians. But now, the master of the future fate of the Ice Archer tribe has shot an arrow mercilessly? If it weren't for the fact that Augustus had the strength of a great knight, the impact of the arrow would have been enough to inflict heavy damage on him.

"Is this a test?" His face was a little pale, but he still looked at Ash with a faint smile, and muttered to himself in his heart.

"Augustus, the warrior of Noxus, you have one more chance to answer the question under my arrow: why did you come to Ferreljord?" Queen Ash, the well-deserved ruler of the Ice Shooter Tribe, held the Ice Bow that looked like a magic crystal lamp, and stared at Augustus with a pair of eyes that showed a cold and cold temperament that did not match her usual. That look was ready to put Augustus to death in the next moment.

Augustus patted the sawdust powder that had turned into powder flying around his body in a very aristocratic manner, and stared directly at the three most powerful queens in the permafrost tundra in front of him with outrageously calm eyes, a kind of provocation and teasing without any disguise, and smiled: "I can guarantee that the Ice Archer tribe will not be able to withstand the consequences of shooting this arrow." And the wise Queen Ash would never take such an unwise initiative, unless Queen Ash, the future ruler of Ferreljord, has lost a tribe, a people, and a faith in Ferreljord. If so, then Augustus was willing to bear the bitter fruits of his own sowing. ”

In the stunned eyes of the warrior clansmen of the Ice Archer Tribe, Chen Feng closed his eyes with a smile, and then walked towards the supreme queen in their hearts step by step. The steps are moderate, neither fast nor slow.

Nine times out of ten, I hope that the queen can shoot this soldier who is full of politicians' thoughts but has the will of a soldier and has won the Iron Oak Medal, which can be regarded as the highest glory in Noxus, but he also knows very well that once he shoots this hated Noxian soldier, it will usher in a never-ending war, and as for the unification of Ferreljord, it will be even more distant, so his emotions are complicated.

Ash was obviously more brainy than a clansman with simple hair and well-developed limbs. With the High Priest who was even his own enemy, but who had pushed her to the throne of the Ice Shooter Tribe, and even the most promising candidate for Ferreljord, Ash already knew why the mighty Noxus had not been able to eradicate the permafrost tundra that existed like ants in Noxus's eyes.

Part of this is because the inhabitants of Noxus are simply not accustomed to the dry, icy climate and poor soil of the permafrost. But the more important reason is because the Noxian Empire needs a stubborn but incomparable enemy in the eyes of the Noxian Empire to train its soldiers?

No, the cold, dry, barren permafrost tundra meets all the requirements and conditions for Noxus to train recruits, and the ice shooter tribe, the Winterclaw tribe, and the dervishes tribe on the permafrost tundra are on the same level as Noxus, creating another perfect condition and environment for Noxus recruit training.

Every day, thousands of Noxian residents don armor and become glorious Noxian soldiers. And every day, the empire of Noxus, which is proud of its war, will send soldiers to engage in small skirmishes with various countries around the Noxus Federal Empire, in which the number of dead and wounded is not more than 10,000, but at least more than 1,000.

Whether it is against Ferreljord on the permafrost tundra or against the Demacian Empire, or Acacia or Nurima who has long since become a desert, there are Noxian soldiers who are deliberately beating small wars or going through hard tests, which is the recruit training of Noxian soldiers.

The corpses that had been buried on the ground during the recruit training were not in the consideration of General Burnham, who planned this operation that was considered the national policy of the Noxian Empire. Only those who survived, General Burnham, who held the power of Noxus, would be very stingy in granting them a ladder to the upper class.

And isn't the worship of imperial power and religious fanaticism of thousands of Noxian commoners just to go from a narrow single-plank bridge to the upper class? The aristocracy, a class that had stood at the top since the founding of Noxus, was enough to be admired by the common people, but it was not unattainable.

At least in the face of war, absolutely not!

Looking at the ant in front of her who could kill with just a few words, Ash held the Ice Bow, but had no intention of sending an arrow. The tribal warriors looked at the most revered queen in their hearts with some anxiety, puzzled and confused, and their faces were full of words: Queen, what are you waiting for?

Mercy? Augustus never believed that human beings did not need mercy. But sometimes, especially in the face of war, compassion and mercy can be counted as ridiculous and even cowardly. As for the soldiers who expect mercy from the enemy, they are simply considered to have lost the qualifications of Noxian soldiers.

Augustus is not an ordinary Noxian soldier, he is a knight of the Ten Knights of Noxus, the Knights of the Hundred Leaves! A knight who now uses the strength of a great knight, this kind of knight rank can be regarded as a heavyweight whether it is visiting the Knights of the Black Rose, which is the first in the Empire, or the Knights of Glory of the Holy See.

After all, there weren't many Coffin Knights or Juggernauts or Creed-level assassins who were fed up and propped up in person, and they went to the battlefield to harvest heads. Therefore, the status of Augustus, who is second only to the rank of the cardinal knight, can naturally be regarded as unique.

Augustus never treated anyone in the most benign and compassionate way, not only his opponents but also his friends and anyone around him. As a result, there are very few people around him, and even fewer people who can make him trust without reservation.

Now, as the deputy head of the Knights of the Hundred Leaves in Sark City, he fought against the Demacian army, and Thane may be considered one of Augustus's trusted personnel. But it's not all trust.

As for Alista, the honest and honest Minotaur? Augustus still retains this hidden guard in his heart. No, this minotaur hasn't appeared yet, has he?

Step by step, the footwork is firm and calm.

Finally, in the angry and jaw-dropping eyes of the warriors of the Ice Archer tribe, the humble Noxian knight wrapped his arms around the waist of their great princess Ash.

At this moment, Augustus opened his eyes, looked at him who was still holding him and kept a cold expression, the corners of his mouth hooked a trace of an intoxicating smile, and said softly: "Maybe I have found the answer to come to Ferreljord at this moment, dear Princess Ash." ”

PowerbyYOZOSOFT (To be continued.) )