To the west of the Valoran Plains, surrounded by the Shimmering Silver Mountains and the Urus Mountains, is a priceless dark green emerald, the Nokmerch Plain.

With the northern foothills of the Shining Silver Mountains and the southern foothills of the Urus Mountains as a natural ring barrier, the Mombia tribe gathered more than a hundred survivors of the rune wars, and merged into a large tribe of about 400 people to settle in this rich and beautiful mountain plain.

The West is a country built on the west coast of the Sea of Conquerors, and every day they greet the old mother of every mage, and the Demacians who smear the big white stones with disgusting mud like,

In the east, there are continuous conquests, greeting the whole family of all races in the world, and the Noxian barbarians with a brutal and murderous personality,

In between, the Mombia tribe was extremely insecure, and if it weren't for the steep Urus Mountains to the north, which isolated the Freeljord savages in the north, who were born to eat human flesh and suck human blood, I am afraid that the Mombia tribe would not have chosen to settle in this green jade surrounded by monsters.

Compared to the forbidden mud people who only play quietly in the mud in the west, or the Noxian barbarians in the east who smoke every day are more terrifying, so the Mombians thought of the immortal fortress, so the Mombians made the decision to build a wall, even if the wall had to be cast for a hundred years, it could be truly called a 'city wall'.

Even if the actions of the clans that built the walls had seriously influenced the development of the tribes, the Mombians had to send a hundred men into the quarry, stack the large stones hewn out of the mountains in the gaps in the circular mountains, and name the wall, which was less than a meter high, the 'Wall of Glory', which meant to protect the light of the Northmerch Plains.

Seeing that the Wall of Glory was raised a few centimeters higher, the patriarch of the Mombia clan, Morrushchev, smiled reassuringly, as if he had seen tall ears of corn growing in his yard.

"Patriarch, it's too wasteful to build walls every day, instead of spending a lot of manpower and material resources to build a high wall, it is better to send more people to the Shining Silver Mountains to mine, and let the blacksmiths make the sharpest weapons and the strongest armor for our warriors to defend against the invaders of Noxus."

Watching his tribe spend time transporting stones day by day, Harold, the elder who wanted to make his tribe truly powerful, advised again.

"Building a wall is a hundred-year plan, we should prioritize the time to increase the population and military strength of the tribe, otherwise we will not have the strength to parry when the Noxians attack, and the wall of glory built can only be handed over to people ......"

"Harold, you don't understand that."

Watching slowly as his people carried stones on their backs on ropes on low muddy walls, the unfathomable Moruschev seemed to have mastered everything.

"The Noxians are fighting to the death against the barbarian tribes and robbers in the north at this time, so how can they have time to invade us?

By the time they finish fighting, they will definitely lose both, and I think you've also noticed that there are more and more refugees coming to us from Noxus these days.

Many of them are still young children, what does this mean? This shows that in Noxus, no one is optimistic about this battle with barbarians and robbers, and those who have vision have long since run away, and they will not continue to stay in the immortal fortress that is stupidly targeted by countless people.

In other words, whether Noxus wins or loses, it will take at least a hundred years to recover, and a hundred years is enough time for us to raise the walls to five meters, and when Noxus wants to invade us, it will be wishful thinking if we don't have a hundred times the number of troops......"

"Oh no! Patriarch Moruschev! The Noxians have come in!! Run, run, ahh......hh

The screams came to an abrupt end.

"What!?"

The village that had just been peaceful was suddenly reduced to hell,

Morrushchev stared blankly at the burning village, the sound of swords clashing came from the hinterland, there was smoke and screams everywhere, the people who built the wall left what they had at hand and fled in a panic, the soldier with a spear was struck by the armored Noxus soldier who ran from the corner of the street, his eyes fixed on the soldier's face, Morrushchev recognized that it was the blonde girl who had only fled into the city yesterday.

Because of this incident, he was proud all night yesterday.

The blonde girl coldly glanced at Moruschev, who was not far from her, and made a gesture.

More than a dozen shadow crossbowmen dressed in black cloth armor and masked in black scarves ran from the corner of the village, and pointed their wound crossbow arrows at Harold and his patriarch, who were already stunned, and their fingers were clasped on the bracket and ready to fire.

With heavy steps, Margaret carried the head of the Mombia soldier and walked straight to the two of them, and said coldly.

"Margaret, the captain of the Black Iron Guard of Noxus, is here! Patriarch Moruschev, do you want to die or live? ”

Watching the Mombian soldiers who wanted to come over being killed one by one by the armored Noxus soldiers, Morrushchev's heart gradually cooled, and he opened his mouth, but he still couldn't say anything to beg for mercy.

He was the patriarch of the Mombia clan who ruled over more than 400 people, and even if he wanted to surrender, he had to straighten his waist and let the commander of the Noxian army come to him and sincerely persuade him to surrender......

"First team, shoot the arrows!!"

"Woo Woo ......"

"I want to ...... Uh......"

Three or four crossbow arrows pierced the frightened old man and took his life mercilessly.

Turning her head, Margaret casually threw her head on the ground and looked at Harold, who had just opened her mouth, but heard Harold kneel on the ground like lightning and raise her hands.

"Second Team ......"

"I want to live! I give up!! ”

The girl raised her right hand, and the Shadow Crossbowmen put down their crossbows and looked around warily.

With a dozen other Noxian Black Iron Guards who were stained with blood, and Epsol who was armed with a long knife came from the other side,

"Epsol, how's it going?"

"Captain Margaret, all the important strongholds in the village have been occupied, some of them have been captured, and the other part of the remaining people and soldiers have fled to the west, I am afraid that they have gone to Demacia for help."

"Give me a sword."

Taking the sword from the members of the Noxian Black Guard, Margaret threw it to Harold.

"Elder Harold, I think you know how to do it."

Holding the sword in a daze, Harold looked confused.

Is this to kill yourself? It's better to shoot yourself directly, and it will be less painful.

"I ...... I don't understand......"

Raising an eyebrow, Margaret kicked her head at Harold's feet, and Harold's face turned pale instantly.

"I need you to personally cut off the head of Patriarch Moruschev as a vote to join Noxus, and then carry your patriarch's head to persuade all the rebels, understand?"

"Got it......"

Knowing that he didn't have to cut off his head, Harold felt more fortunate,

Looking at the dead Patriarch Moruschev in front of him, Harold sighed.

"Patriarch, you're dead anyway, so I'll borrow your head."