Tukugur Plain.

The pastures are abundant and vast.

The breeze in the valley stirred knee-high green grass, revealing herds of cattle and sheep, white or brown animals that never looked up, greedily grazing on the meadows.

Compared with the sturdy and fat cattle and sheep, the herders appear yellow and thin, with prominent cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, and lips full of dry and cracked lines.

Numbness and sluggishness were common expressions on their faces, and they were not moved by the harmonious beauty in front of them.

Boom - Boom –

The silence was suddenly broken.

The ground began to tremble beneath his feet, and the leader was the first to raise his head, and after looking into the distance, let out a very vigilant hiss.

Wow –

Screams and galloping sounds.

Frightened cattle and sheep are driven by instinct to flee frantically.

In the face of this sudden change, the herdsmen changed their faces, and they raised their whips and ropes in their hands to drive away.

Bang - Bang -

The tremor of the ground became more and more intense, and it came quickly and quickly, and the cattle and sheep fled in panic on the grass, like flies burrowing into a closed room, anxious to find an escape exit.

Their instincts tell themselves that danger is coming!

Soon, the herds of cattle and sheep were out of the hands of the herders.

Seeing this, the herdsmen wailed hoarsely, their arms hanging limply, the whip sliding to the ground, and the expressions of despair fixed on their faces.

It's like a drowning person who sees the death that greets him when he is demoralized.

Despair, helplessness, mourning...

Bang! Bang!

The tremors of the ground continued, and the herders looked dejectedly towards the source of the sound.

"That's... What? ”

One of them cried out in horror, their eyes widening.

On the distant horizon, the yellow sand was billowing and the smoke was rising, and it was faintly visible that several black shadows were rushing towards him.

When they got closer, everyone realized that those black shadows were actually heavy armored knights riding tigers.

In this army, two of the most conspicuous flags attracted their attention.

A national flag, a regimental flag.

"It's Noxus!" One of the herders exclaimed.

"They're coming! We are saved! Some people wept with joy.

"Hahahaha, Baron Thor, your time of death has come!" Someone's face was full of hatred.

“......”

Looking at the flag of the Noxian Empire flying high, the herders seemed to regain their vitality, like clockwork puppets, both words and expressions were richer.

They raised their whips and cheered with joy until Darius led the group from afar to the near, and saw a herdsman on his knees.

"General from Noxus, please save our family!" A middle-aged herder pleaded.

"Yes, please!"

“......”

For a moment, the chaotic and mournful cries reached Darius's ears.

He rode forward on a tiger, and his cold eyes swept over the people below:

"Stand up." Darius said coldly, "Let's talk about the situation with a leader." ”

The dozens of herdsmen kneeling on the ground hesitated for a moment, slowly got up from the ground, and finally pushed a middle-aged man out.

Darius nodded in satisfaction and looked at the scrawny man in front of him:

"Very well, what's your name. Tell me about your situation. ”

"My name is Holt... We are citizens of the kingdom of Tukugur and herd cattle for Baron Thor. The man did not dare to look Darius in the eye, and could see that he was timid.

"What did you just say?" Darius asked directly.

"We've heard..."

Hott quietly glanced at Darius, met the other party's sharp eyes and saw the bloody armor, his body trembled slightly, and hurriedly lowered his head and said:

"Noxus will help the oppressed."

"There's nothing wrong with that!" Darius lifted the tomahawk and smiled heartily.

"I beg the general to save my wife and children! If they don't eat, they're going to starve to death. ”

Hult fell directly to the ground, and tears instantly flowed from his already dry eyes:

"We can only exchange a little food for a day's work, and Baron Thor's butler will deduct some of it, and the food that finally comes to our hands is even a matter of survival."

"There are so many cattle and sheep on the grassland, you didn't think about killing them for meat?" Darius gestured to his side.

At this time, under the joint drive of several soldiers of the war group, most of the cattle and sheep that had fallen behind were driven back.

Darius only glanced at the cattle and sheep here, and the sheep here were fat and strong, and picking a sheep at random was enough for a family of three to fill their stomachs for more than seven days.

"The baron's guards will kill us." At the mention of the baron, Holt's face was full of fear, "They have weapons!" ”

"Wadrin, give them weapons!" Darius gave the order.

"Yes!"

Wadrin waved his hand, and he, along with dozens of soldiers around him, took out the spare spears one after another, and inserted them into the ground in front of Hult and the others with a sonorous and powerful force.

"Noxus is giving you a chance to get back on your feet!"

Roar!

After Darius finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled it into his arms, the reins tightened, and the black tiger's head was raised high, letting out a very threatening tiger roar.

The tiger roared, and the wind was calm.

One by one, the herders lowered their heads, their bare limbs trembling uncontrollably. If it weren't for the fact that they still had a vestige of human sanity, they would have fled like those frightened cattle and sheep.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Darius sneered:

"If you are still willing to be oppressed, continue to kneel as your slave. If not, take the spear in front of you, slaughter the cattle and sheep, and rush with me into the baron's castle!" ”

"This..."

Hort had a hesitation on his face, not only him, but most of the herders also cowered because of the baron's years of oppression.

They were like cattle and sheep enclosed beside Darius, docile and weak, staring down at the green grass beneath their feet, and keeping their usual silence.

At this moment, a thin young man walked out of the line.

He looked straight ahead, strode forward, and drew his spear under the admiring gaze of Darius.

Without the slightest hesitation, he aimed his sharp spearhead at a white longhorn sheep, and stabbed his eyes hard without blinking.

"Whew!"

The spearhead pierced the sheep's eye, and blood splattered, splattering the upper half of the young man's body, lining his face with a hideous and terrifying face.

With a snort, he drew his spear without a pause, and looked at Darius with red eyes:

"Can the general be a talker?"

"Naturally, what's your name?" Darius asked with interest.

He sat on the back of the tiger and bent forward slightly, not stinging with the admiration in his eyes.

"Ian. I'll take the mutton home, and I'll go with the general! The man spoke without slurry.

In the sunlight, Darius could clearly see the hatred and madness that glittered in his eyes.

"Good!" Darius smiled heartily.

The soldiers behind him stepped forward at the right time and tied the sheep that Ian had killed to their mounts.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the herdsmen's eyes lit up, and they exchanged a look with each other, compared to the baron's coercion, what could be more real than the fat meat in front of them?

They had been hungry for too long.

Looking at the animals in front of them, the herders swallowed one after another.

It's strange that they graze every day, and face this group of running pieces of meat every day, but they have never had such restless emotions as today.

Rustle!

The sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the grass.

Someone began to be unable to hold back, and the desire for fullness finally prevailed over the fear of the baron.

Moreover, standing in front of them were Noxians!

The herders no longer hesitated.

One, two, three ....

Most of them stepped forward and drew their spears and stabbed their chosen animals to death.

For a time, the neighing of cattle and sheep before death resounded through the valley.

The pungent smell of blood, the smell of livestock filled the air, and the grass was dyed with a fresh blood-red color, and the air was constantly steaming upwards.

Cattle and sheep fell, but the grapherd's spine stood up.

In the process of slaughtering livestock, they vented their hatred in their hearts, and although only a small part of it was vented, they had never experienced such a pleasant act.

So much so that someone's hands are shaking, which is a physical reaction brought about by extreme excitement.

Almost all of them never imagined such a day of relief, they had been suppressed for so long that they were as docile as sheep.

Whenever a herder finishes slaughtering, the soldiers in the back row step forward and tie the corresponding animal to their mounts.

"Good."

Darius watched as everyone had made their choice, pulled the reins, and said coldly to the herdsmen below:

"Don't forget the choices you made. Ian, you're their temporary captain, lead them well. ”

With that, Darius led his army to the nearby village.

The yellow sand swept and the dust flew, and the air once again brought the smell of slaughter.

"Yes! Checkmate. ”

As Ian watched the army go away, there was suddenly something called hope in his eyes.

With the scorching sun on his head, he raised the spear in his hand and aimed the tip of the spear at his former "herdsman":

"Rush forward! Don't let the general down, or I'll kill you! ”

With that, Ian didn't hesitate to take the lead towards the village.

With the previous warning and reward, the herders no longer hesitated, and resolutely swung their spears to catch up with Ian's footsteps.

This group of cowardly herders has finally broken out!

Only by rising up is the only way out.

By the time Ian led the team into the village, it had already been taken over by the Trefali Warband.

The red and black banners of the empire were planted high on the high platform of the square, and they swore control of the land in a gesture of defiance.

Except for the Baron's Castle, where the gates were closed, the rest of the village was gathered in the square in front of the castle.

Ian and the others walked into the square with spears in their hands and bowed to Darius three times very respectfully.

On the way here, they had already seen the cattle and sheep they had killed, placed in the open space on the side of the square, waiting for them to claim them.

"Give you a quarter of an hour, and then attack the castle." Darius commanded with a cold face.

"Half a moment is enough!"

Ian nodded heavily, turned around and put down his spear and began to distribute the cattle and sheep according to the head and give them to their respective families.

In less than half a moment, he had completed his mission and reassembled his team with his people.

After half a quarter of effort, the team has actually grown a lot.

In addition to the previous herdsmen, there were many new faces, and Darius calculated that there were more than a hundred.

"General, we are all willing to attack the castle with our lives, and I implore the general to let us be the vanguard!" Ian stood at the front, clenching his spear in a firm tone.

Darius looked appreciative, he had just seen Ian speak a few words to a girl with a broken arm and disfigured for no more than ten seconds.

However, he did not have the idea of letting this group of weak poor people be cannon fodder.

"Hahahaha, I can't use you today, remember what I said today. Follow me, kill! ”

Darius's eyes were cold, he pulled the reins sharply, and he was the first to gallop forward, rushing towards the castle on his own.

Ian didn't hesitate and ran wildly with his spear.

Seeing this, the old and weak townsfolk behind him also rushed to the castle with the spare spears given by the soldiers of the warband.

There was no turning back, just because Darius gave them hope.

"Enemy Attack !!"

The castle defenders had barely time to shout when Darius had leapt from the black tiger.

"Die!"

With one kick, he flew dozens of meters into the air with only one leap, the battle axe in his hand held high above his head, aiming at the hard city wall and slashing a powerful blow.

"Ah!!h

Several terrible screams rang out one after another, followed by a series of deafening roars.

With a single axe, Darius cut a huge crack in the outer wall of the castle, and several guards who had no time to dodge were killed on the spot, fell into the crack, and were buried under a pile of rubble more than ten meters deep.

Not only did the walls crack, but the ground behind them also opened their mouths.

This frightened the soldiers who were still standing on the city walls, and they could no longer tell whether it was the huge manpower in front of them or the problems with the construction of the castle.

"Noxus!"

Darius's charismatic voice rang out, and before he could finish speaking, he had already regained his axe and slaughtered into the castle with great vigour.

Along the way, any guard who dared to step forward to block was split in two by him.

Such a vicious and brutal killing method directly frightened many of the guards, but they just held spears around Darius and retreated, not daring to step forward.

Then, after the tragic death of several more guards on the spot, they began to feel a visceral fear.

Fear and fear of death drove them to give up their resistance, and the uninvited guest who broke into the castle in front of them was a god of killing.

There were even some cartilage people who simply dropped their weapons when they saw Darius walking towards them.

Darius was in a state of battle excitement, and he looked at the unarmed guards and walked straight towards the castle.

In the castle, the people who hide like rats in the stinking ditch are the purpose of his trip.

Ian, on the other hand, was about to enter the castle at this point, commanding his men to disarm and guard the guards who had given up their resistance.

Just as everyone was busy, a few terrible shouts rang out from the castle.

Darius carried a blood-stained battle axe and pressed a group of richly dressed men and women out of the castle.

Several of the men were wailing with their empty right arms, blood soaking their white sleeves.

"I am a baron conferred by the king himself! You barbarians! A middle-aged man cursed.

His face was covered in blood, and he didn't know whose it was, but even so, he couldn't hide the fear and hysteria in his eyes.

"This is your baron?"

Darius ignored the calling man and turned his head to Ian.

At this moment, Ian's hands suddenly clenched, glaring angrily at the middle-aged man who was constantly cursing, his hand holding the spear was already covered with bruises from being too forced.

"It's him, General." Ian gritted his teeth and replied, "I have a request!" ”

"Hahahaha, from the moment you pick up the spear, you're already a Noxian."

Darius laughed heroically twice, with a rugged demeanor, and with that he took his tomahawk and walked out.

"Thank you, General!"

Listening to the words of gratitude in the excitement behind him, Darius just waved his hand absently.

The screams from behind grew more terrible, and the cries became more mournful, but Darius had already stepped away and rode the tiger again.

"Let's go!"

With Darius' shouting order, the Trifali warbands galloped in unison, following him towards the next city or village.

Only the village square is planted with a red and black flag of Noxus, which attracts infinite awe from the villagers.

Shortly after Darius left, Ian, whose face was covered in blood, walked out of the noble castle and went straight to the high platform of the square.

He stood erect beside the flag of Noxus with a spear in one hand.

With deep and intense admiration and gratitude in his heart, Ian stared into the distance where the Trefali Warband had departed, guarding the left and right of the banner...