In 891 B.C., Mejia the Destroyer attempted to destroy the continent with an army of the undead, and the people of all ethnic groups rose up to resist. www.biquge.info This war between humans and the undead lasted for three hundred years, and was known as the War of Runes. In the first rune war recorded in history, the power of magic was widely used, and the continent began to enter the prehistoric demon civilization.

In 237 B.C., the two major forces of the untraceable dynasty, the Protector and the Protector and the Protector and the Protector of the Empire, fought for hegemony around the north and south of the continent, and the struggle between the two sides lasted for one hundred and nine years, this long and brutal war was the second rune war in history.

In the 198th year of the continental calendar, when Azir, the first emperor of the Shurima Dynasty in the south, held a flight ceremony, he was betrayed by the witch spirit Zelas, and Shurima was reduced to ruins in the first dynasty, and the demon path began to decline, and the martial arts gradually stepped onto the stage of history, followed by the third rune war that swept the continent.

In the year 223 of the continental calendar, the Ice and Snow Empress Avarosa achieved the great unification of the Arctic Ice Fields Freeljord, and the Ice Plains tribe got rid of the dark blood era of ignorance and blood. At the same time, the Continental War came to an end, and the five major city-states except Freljord, Demacia, Noxus, Piltover, Zaun, and Bandel formed separatist forces one after another. And on the Far Eastern island of Ionia, the war-torn people have finally ushered in a rare peace.

In the year 859 of the continental calendar, as the history of the legendary three sisters faded away, the prestige of Avarosa gradually became a legend, and the ice field re-entered the era of tribal strife. During this period, Noxus, which advocated force, rose rapidly and became the hegemon of the continent.

In the year 1202 of the continental calendar, the undead commander Burnham Darkwell launched the Fourth Rune War, and the Noxian army expelled 1.8 million barbarians from the southern Feroni Plain, causing the barbarians to begin a 30-year-long migration across the north and south of the continent.

Eleven years later, above the Calado Plains・・・・・・

The black clouds were rolling, the wind was howling, and 200,000 barbarian knights, armed with scimitars and bows hanging from their waists, lined up solemnly.

On the battlefield, except for the restless neighing of the war horses, no murmur could be heard. The bronze-skinned barbarian warriors were natural meat grinders on the battlefield, but at this moment, there was not the slightest lightness on everyone's faces, because they understood that their enemies were far ten times stronger than them. It's bound to be an uphill battle.

Viewed from above, countless cavalry formations formed a huge cone, like a sharp arrow, waiting for the appearance of the enemy.

The plain earth trembled imperceptibly in the howling wind, and at the end of the horizon, Noxian soldiers in dark red armor slowly advanced like a torrent of steel, with a desperate momentum!

At the front of the barbarian cavalry, a majestic man wearing a wolf's fur held a war knife and shouted: "Barbarian warriors, never give in!"

Behind him, 200,000 barbarian horsemen, at the same time, raised their weapons and shouted: "Barbarian warriors, never give in!"

"Kill!"

At the sound of an order, the war horse roared. The earth trembled, and the wind ceased. The barbarian swung his sword, drew his horned bow, and his sword rang out, and arrows rained down.

The two armies clashed, the war horses and the heavy armor collided, the brave forgot life and death, and the soldiers did not give up their swords. Heaven and earth change color, murderous as hemp. The barbarian cavalry broke through layers of obstacles and opened the way and future with life and blood, but the Norman army was like a huge wave of the sea, endless.

When the Norwegians completed the encirclement of the barbarian cavalry, the barbarian cavalry's sharp arrow formation began to disintegrate, but the barbarian cavalry's charge did not end with the sheer number of enemies.

Looking down from the tower of the Noxian commander in the distance, the brute riders changed organically in the midst of the heavy encirclement, and finally formed a huge whirlpool centered on the great man, frantically devouring all the waters that tried to drown them.

Darkwell, the Supreme Commander of Noxus, gazed at the battlefield silently like a god, his sumptuous robes hunting in the wind. There was no expression on his face, and the staff officers and generals behind him looked nervous.

The commander of the Norwegian army issued one order after another urgently, and the offensive of the Norwegian army turned into a tsunami that overwhelmed everything, a large number of brute cavalry were forcibly pulled off the war horse, and the flow of people was dispersed, and more than 3,000 heavy magic light cannons were like the fangs of sea beasts, piercing the brute cavalry and the people and horses. The giant whirlpool was finally unable to support it after several rounds of fire, and collapsed and dispersed.

Mando, the king of the barbarians, jumped off his horse and galloped into the enemy's horde, like a arrogant and domineering lion, destroying the heavy armor of the Norwegian army with his sword. His speed was as fast as lightning, his murderous aura was like madness, rushing through the crowd, like entering a no-man's land. The cold sword light easily destroyed the magic light cannon that was too late to fire, and greatly boosted the morale of the barbarians.

Some barbarians wiped the blood of their enemies on their faces and shouted, "My king!"

The others also washed their faces with the blood of their enemies and echoed: "My king!"

Heaven and earth reverberate, my king!

On top of Noxus's command tower, Darkwell was still expressionless, and no one knew what he was thinking. After a long time, he finally stretched out his hand to Mando, the king of the barbarians, and said softly, "Kill ・・・・・・"

In the flow of the Norwegian army, several roads were separated like a flood, and seven figures lined up, each with an incomparable murderous aura and runic power. The Nuo army, who was not afraid of death, looked at these figures, and pious awe appeared on their faces. Just because they know that these people are the toughest warriors in Noxus—the Scarlet Elite.

The sun is sinking into the sea of conquest in the west, the land of the Calado Plains is completely soaked with blood, countless jackdaws peck at the corpses of the war dead, and scattered war horses neigh in confusion.

In front of an exaggerated corpse mountain, seven blood-colored elite warriors were all killed by the waist, and a dozen steps in front of the corpse mountain, the barbarian king Mando was also nailed to death by seven spears on the mountain rock, but his eyes were still open in anger, and he was still holding a blood-drinking war knife in his hand, as if he was telling a truth with his own life - barbarian warriors, never give in!

Next to the rock, there is a text written in blood - the immortal commander Darkwell has given the king of the barbarians Mando!

In the autumn of 1213 in the continental calendar, Noxus fought a decisive battle with the barbarians on the Karado Plain, and the barbarian king Mando died in a bloody battle, and the barbarians fell apart.

In the autumn of the same year, Ionia, the kingdom of the Far East, together with the Demacian dynasty, raised 1.57 million troops to attack the Norbes in front and back, forcing the Norwegian army to return to help. The Fourth Battle of Rune, which lasted for thirteen years, seven months and three days, finally ended with the signing of an armistice between the parties, and the Debon and Norbon began a long east-west confrontation with the war plain as a buffer.

In this year, the army of the undead on the west bank of the Serpentine River was still in ambush, the chaotic realm on the east bank was in desperate need of power, the Pilts were still arrogant and stubborn, the fanatical scholars of Zaun had intensified, and Ionia was entering a great transformation, the yodelers of the south were no longer invincible, Demacia was fierce, and Noxus was still eyeing the hegemony of the continent.

This year, the continent is surging, heroes have emerged, and the ill-fated barbarians are waiting for the return of the king・・・・・・

Our story begins in this treacherous era in Poland.