After the fierce fighting of the day, whether it was the Noxian army, the Mostak or the Upol barbarians, it was very uncomfortable.

Originally thought that the advantage of being numerically superior would be enough to erase the gap in equipment with the Lockhee tribe, the barbarian soldiers never imagined that in the war between mortals, several terrible mages would come to the battlefield and unleash one desperate spell after another.

The cold wind that fell from the sky, the cone of rock that rose from the ground, the high wall built in the sky, and the terrifying and confusing demon moaning......

This is a power that transcends swords and crossbows, a power that belongs to transcendentals, and a forbidden power that belongs to mages.

Under such extraordinary power, mortals simply cannot compete with each other.

Originally, they thought that the rune war in the south was not terrible, but after the real baptism of magic, the barbarian soldiers understood how terrible the rune power that could make the mage flee in the wilderness was.

Fortunately, the barbarian commander can also see that the power of those terrifying transcendents is not endless, but they will stop and rest for a while when they release a few spells, in this way, it is not impossible to use many captives to consume the power of the caster, not to mention, the Noxians have little left, and they can no longer afford to consume the number of people,

Out of this thought, although there was just a quarrel, whether it was the patriarch of the Mostaq barbarians or the patriarch of the Upol barbarians, they tacitly did not choose to withdraw their troops and waited for the final battle tomorrow.

More understood that all along, the lustful Uris just wanted the good.

When the Noxian army is defeated on the frontal battlefield, as long as it goes south to capture the immortal fortress, the sacrifice is worth it, and the losses can be replenished by capturing the Lockhee tribe.

And for the Noxian Army, it was a brutal war destined to cost many people.

They may rely on their tenacity, will and momentum to fight to the death, but only a few will survive, and most will be buried at the foot of the Gorrell Mountains, reduced to a pile of dry bones.

The absolute disadvantage in numbers is a lack that cannot be filled by magic and equipment, not to mention that under the continuous battle, the loss of weapons and armor can no longer be ignored, and the arrows and crossbows are becoming fewer and fewer, and even the members of the Black Rose Mage Regiment, which are the key to victory, are a little lacking, and it is difficult to continue to maintain the battle without any gaps.

In the words of the mage himself, the physical body can swallow magic countless times, but the mental exhaustion cannot be recovered by meditation, and can only be relaxed with time.

This meant that the magic support from the ten mages would only dwindle, and the Noxian soldiers knew that there would be no more support behind them except for the Noxian Expeditionary Force, which was made up of old and sick people.

And for the Noxian Expeditionary Force, which has just repelled the notorious Guillotine Bandit Regiment on the west side of the Gorrell Mountains, even if it can fight well, if it wants to bypass the mountains, it will be difficult to catch up with this cruel offensive and defensive battle.

Therefore, even Brent, who had just contacted Lester, did not have any hope for the reinforcements led by this stranger whom he had never met, and could only hope that tomorrow's mage would cast a few more spells to reduce the damage of his soldiers.

……

The night breeze was cold, and Lester, who had made arrangements, looked down on a mountainside at the northern foot of the Gorrell Mountains, leading his army through the Gorrell Mountains.

The brightly lit tents were divided into two large tents, with clear dividing lines, and in the two large tent areas there were two large tents that stood out, and Lester jumped down as he looked at the ant-sized barbarian guards outside the tent.

"It's time to do the old job again."

Led into the tent by Uris, Kiss fell to her knees with tears in her eyes, her face full of despair.

"Lord Uris, please spare me! Let me be your slave girl! Don't hand me over to your men, okay? ”

Looking at the woman with pear blossoms and rain in front of him, Ulis didn't have the slightest intention of pity for the fragrance and jade, and kicked it down directly, and Ji Si rolled around twice.

"Phew! Just because you, a Mostak woman, want to be my slave girl? Do you know how many people died in my Upol clan because of the stupidity of your patriarch?

Since that incompetent old ghost of Moore sent you here, he is using you as a reparation, as a reparation, and you still want to pick and choose?

Rest assured, the men of our Upol clan are not as soft as the men of your Mostak clan, and we never give women because we can satisfy ourselves. ”

Grabbing the woman of the Mostaq tribe who had been kicked to the ground by herself, Uris grinned, revealing a few large yellow teeth.

"You are still a virgin, accompany me today, and tomorrow I will accompany my brothers, and give birth to a few more dolls for the Upol tribe, this is the only task for the rest of your life......"

"Puff ......"

Outside the tent there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and Uris frowned and looked back.

The barbarian soldiers guarding the tent door were gone.

"Uk? Uk? ”

No one responded.

As soon as he threw away Kiss, Uris drew his long sword at his waist and was about to shout loudly to call out to his people, but a crossbow arrow shot from behind him, straight into the back of Uris's head, tearing Ulis's brain stem.

Jisi's face was covered with Uris's blood, but the woman covering her mouth did not scream in fear, but had an extra sense of happiness in salvation.

The bow and crossbow against the woman was put down, Lester walked into the tent, and looked at the woman covered in blood on the ground with some strange eyes, thinking that she was stunned, but after careful inspection, she found that it was not, the woman was very calm, and there was no fear in her eyes when she looked at her, but there was a little pleading.

"Who is he?"

"Uris, the patriarch of the Upol tribe."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Kiss, an outcast of the Mostak tribe, a poor woman abandoned by the tribe."

"Aren't you afraid?"

Ji Si looked carefully at the handsome man in front of him and nodded.

"I'm scared, but I understand that it's useless to be afraid, and if you want to kill me, I'm dead now."

Looking at the woman in front of him, Lester smiled.

"You lied, and instead of being afraid, you were excited, because you knew that I would not kill you, because you were worthy, because you knew that you could lead the way for me and let me kill your patriarch...... Did your patriarch abandon you? ”

Kiss looked at Lester in amazement, knelt on the ground, and slammed her head down, leaving a blood mark.

"Ji Si shouldn't deceive adults, ask for forgiveness!"

Picking up the woman and staring at the face of the Peugeot melon seed in front of him, Lester whispered.

"You're interesting, my name is Lester, would you like to come with me?"

Ji nodded without hesitation. "Yes, thank you for taking me in."

"If you want to come with me, take Uris's sword with you, and I'll teach you how to kill."

"Yes, my master."

"Jisi, the master is too ugly, you are still young, call me Brother Leicester."

"Okay, Lester...... Elder brother...... Brother ......"

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Thank you to the readers who read and voted every day.,Your support has given Momiji a better creative motivation and confidence.,It's very important for Momiji.,Reading or not is also a measure of whether the work is excellent.,

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There will also be other event lines to show other places, such as Zuan before the establishment of Piltover, the decay of Shurima, the reproduction and division of Vastaya Shari, etc.

The real plot unfolds at the beginning of the German-Norte War, and the protagonist really affects the development line of the world, making the protagonist's Valoran different from the Valoran of the original book, and becoming a butterfly that changes history.

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