Chapter 24: Blood Makes Glory

On the high platform, many nobles patted their chairs and stood up angrily regardless of their manners, what was that lowly commoner doing, he actually pointed an arrow at a noble nobleman, wasn't he afraid that the noble Mark family would cut off his dirty head?

The aristocracy was a very strange class. If there is no provocation from others, they will kill the nobles next to them one by one with elegant and even cynical smiles, and even have a deformed mentality: there is only one nobleman in this world. But if they see that other classes, especially those of the lower classes, challenge them, they will instantly unite and put that provocateur to death.

A hundred years ago, the rapid rise of civilian power shattered the world of the Noxian aristocracy with a rampage and barbarism, and the noble nobles were once forced into a very embarrassing state. Especially fifty years ago, the power of the commoners was high, and many ancient and noble nobles even maintained damn humility in front of some commoner authorities. Nowadays, although the aristocracy still has a respectable position in Noxus, it is far from being as turned into clouds and rain as it was at the beginning.

Gone are the days when the aristocracy dominated Noxus.

Therefore, when Augustus aimed his bow and arrow at Eisen, who was riding on a white horse, these nobles, who had already hated the shadow of the rise of the plebean power in the past fifty years, immediately stood up and wanted to kill Augustus, a lowly commoner who had blasphemed the noble nobles, with their eyes.

It's a pity that this group of nobles does not have the spiritual power to control magic from a distance like a magician, nor the palpitating heart-pounding spirit of the knight of the holy coffin, the top power of the knight world, who can dance a series of guns of more than ten meters, so Augustus is destined to be intact, and he is still doing what he wants to do next with his comfortable attitude.

And the nobles, when they were angry, perhaps forgot that at this moment Augustus was standing in Styroland Square, fighting other recruits as a recruit, at this time. There is no distinction between nobles and commoners. Perhaps the Noxian nobles and the peaceful people at this time were the real commoners, and the equality of life.

Not to mention the present, even more than a hundred years ago, when the nobles dominated Noxus, no one could stop the civilian recruits in the square from launching a sudden attack on the noble soldiers who were also standing in the square, and even killing the noble recruits with murderous intent to vent their anger.

At the recruit assembly, Noxus followed the classic phrase "what exists is reasonable", which has been sung for millennia by the philosophers of the Varowan continent.

Augustus stared unscrupulously at Solit, who was riding on the thoroughbred Whitt horse in front of him, with an insolent look in his eyes, even with contempt and banter. The look in his eyes, like staring at the prey of an animal, made Eisen, who was already hostile to Augustus, even more angry.

Looking at the lowly commoner in front of him who had walked into the eyes of the nobles because of shit luck, a thick dark light flashed in Solit's elegant aristocratic smile. Without a word, the battle horn in the square had just been blown, and as soon as the horse galloped, Solit sprinted towards Augustus.

Fast as the wind.

Pompey, who was to Augustus' right, looked at Augustus with some astonishment as he drew the swarthy bull-horned bow, and then looked at Solit, who was riding a white horse and galloping towards Augustus with a long sword in hand, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile.

The arrogant and proud Solit did not pay attention to the dark bull-horned bow that Augustus carried on his shoulders because of his status as a pariah, or perhaps Solit, a good sword wielder, did not even use this ancient and powerful bow and arrow item in his eyes.

Pompey was fond of bows and arrows from an early age. To this day, he has a penchant for collecting bows and arrows! For him, an archer who has shot at least a thousand arrows and touched no less than a hundred hard bows, bows and arrows are indeed not strangers to him.

The first sight of Augustus' horned bow surprised Pompey a little. This horn bow is crudely made. The accuracy is not accurate, but if you want to pull the horn bow into the state of a full moon, what kind of terrifying arm strength does it take? Pompey was not unprecedented, and the Gnaeus family had many warriors who were proficient in the art of bows and arrows. There were very few strong men who could pull an 80-pound bow, and as for the 100-dozen pounds, Pompey had never seen them.

In Pompey's impression. Perhaps only a knight far beyond ordinary people can do it! From the point of view of Pompey, an amateur expert who has been playing with bows and arrows for more than ten years, it takes at least 130 pounds of strength to pull this horn bow to its fullest, but it takes more strength to pull it away in one go like Augustus.

Originally, Pompey just thought that Augustus's not burly body would definitely not be able to pull the strong bow, but he didn't expect that Augustus gave all of them a surprise, and this strong bow was easily full.

Seeing this scene, Oryt's pupils shrank violently, and he didn't know much about bows and arrows, but he also obviously felt that something was wrong from Augustus's playful eyes, so he didn't care about any aristocratic demeanor, blushed, and immediately yelled at Solit, who was rushing towards Augustus: "Eisen, stop me, stop!" Although he did not like the unruly heir to the Mark family, he did not want Eisen, who was also a member of the aristocracy, to fall in such a humiliating way.

There was an unconcealed mania in the soft voice. What aristocratic elegance, all of them turned into nothing at this moment, and a thick aristocratic violence was undoubtedly revealed.

Boom!

As soon as Orit's voice fell, the arrow broke through the air towards Solit, who was fifty meters away. The moment the arrow was shot, it was as if a boulder had fallen directly from the top of a mountain hundreds of meters high, the sound was huge, and then the piercing sound of breaking the air gave people an indescribable feeling of soul trembling.

The arrows came in an instant.

Eisen, who had a very high swordsmanship attainment and was once called a swordsmanship genius by Archbishop Raphael, didn't even have a chance to use his sword, and the distance of fifty meters was instantly narrowed, and the arrow was in front of Solit.

Bang, with a loud bang.

Pale black, some rusty arrows slashed through the fine armor on Solit's body, which required at least a hundred Caesar gold coins to buy, in a devastating manner.

"Ahh With this terrible scream, the arrow pierced through the armor and continued to go deeper, and the huge force directly sent Solit out of the horse and fell five or six meters away.

On the dazzling white armor, there was a very dazzling blood stain on the right chest, which looked particularly dazzling at this moment. Solit stared at Augustus with a gloomy expression, but his face was as pale as paper, and he no longer had the strength to fight.

Augustus directly ignored the gazes of everyone focused on him, moved the arm that had just pulled the bow and arrow, and whispered to himself: "Today, I will forge my first glory in Noxus with blood!" The blood of the nobles is a rare thing! ”

Augustus's voice was not too loud, but Pompey, Cairoside, and Orit, who happened to be standing beside him, could be heard.

The faces of the three turned white.

Looking at Augustus with a bright sunny smile on his face, Pompey's mind suddenly came to mind the last words left by the blacksmith of the first generation of the Gnaeus family before his death: "The horizontal is afraid of being stunned, and the stunned is afraid of dying!" My children and grandchildren, in the eyes of those who don't want to die, nobles are just prey in their eyes, don't provoke them easily, try to maintain friendly relations with them! If you provoke it, get rid of it cleanly, and don't give them any chance to bite you back! ”

Pompey, who had a sense of crisis since childhood, saw that his opponents were only those nobles who blocked the rise of the Gnaeus family one by one, but he never imagined that lowly commoners would give him such a huge shock. Originally, I thought that the words of the ancestors of the first generation of Gnaeus in the ancient family motto were just a harmless excuse for their status as commoners, but now it seems that they are not.

Looking at Augustus with a big smile on his face, Pompey's eyes flashed with a thick and complicated look, mixed with even a hint of awe that he himself was not aware of. He sighed in his heart: "Terrible civilian! ”

An arrow shot out of his horse and knocked the noble nobleman off his horse, and Augustus has undoubtedly become the focus of everyone's attention. The battle of recruits, who was supposed to be in full swing, suddenly had an eerie tranquility.

Many soldiers still had a thick and incredible look in their eyes. Looking at Eisen, who had been carried out of the square, he couldn't believe it was true.

Nobles! After all, it's an aristocrat!

There weren't just six nobles among the recruits, at least there were three nobles in the square who could be named! Originally, some recruits secretly planned to prepare to deal with other civilian newcomers, and then move those noble children, at least let those noble children lose better.

But Augustus's arrow directly shattered the fixed thinking in their minds, and this arrow shot out, directly shooting a nobleman out of the way. The impact was as if a hundred wagons were running through the minds of the people.

It has always been a very normal but very deformed idea of a person of the lower class to the higher class that any commoner wants to beat up a nobleman of higher status than himself. It's just that no one dared, but Augustus did the first!

The recruits who were originally jealous of Augustus's shit luck and were favored by the city lord of Urgart, looked at Augustus at this time without jealousy, solemnity, even worship and a trace of mockery hidden under the solemnity.

Offending the aristocracy is not a fun thing.

"I'm sorry, I want the first place today!" Augustus took the bow and went to Pompey, Orit, Kepler, Toquil and the others, and with a big smile on his face, he said slowly.

It's a bland declaration, but because of the arrow just now, it's domineering. (To be continued.) )