"The army of the Noxians has appeared on the outskirts of the Forest of Tranquility!"

By the time the Scouts of Demacia's riders arrived at the outpost, several soldiers were already in formation, but the panic on their faces could not be concealed, and it was not so much to meet the enemy as to prepare to flee.

Although no one usually looks down on the barbarians of Noxus in the chat, after really seeing the well-trained army, the soldiers still perceive a different momentum.

It was not like something that a barbarian who could only cut off his head could do, but like the elite warriors of the Demacian Legion.

"Don't be afraid, I've seen it, now we have to be vigilant, not panicked, which will only make us a ghost under the sword."

Coming down from the Greentooth Peak, the Demacian Sentry Commander, dressed in simple leather armor, looked stern and cheered up the soldiers.

"I've sent someone to report to General Oren, don't panic, the Noxians' destination should be the Forest of Tranquility, otherwise they won't let Sventel come back."

"Sentinel Winster is right, the Noxians are not chasing me, their purpose is to be in the Quiet Forest."

Dismounting from his horse, Sventle confirmed Winster's words, much to the relief of the remaining four sentinels.

"Didn't they show hostility?"

"No, I ran away just because I saw the army."

Winster groaned, touched the short mustache on his chin, and spoke slowly.

"Although the Noxians have occupied the plains of Nokmoch, they have not shown hostility to us, and we cannot start a war lightly, this matter is waiting for General Oron to deal with, we cannot do it...... Sventle, you still continue to be vigilant on the periphery, and the Noxians will come back in time to report any trouble! ”

"Understood."

Seeing Sventle leave, Sentinel Winster sighed.

"It's better not to fight......"

……

The settlement of Demacia, a simple training ground made of white stone.

With a stern-faced face, Oron wielded his training wooden broadsword, easily blocking his subordinates' attacks, and then kicked down his right-hand man, and couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Trivecon! Where does your strength go? Is that how you treat the thieves and the Freljord barbarians? ”

Rising from the ground, Trivecon picked up his broadwooden sword and saluted Oron respectfully.

"General Oren, I've done my best, I'm pretty sure it's not your match."

Glaring at Trivecon, Oron looked at the other soldiers at the training ground, a little hated that iron could not be made of steel.

"I told you a long time ago, on the training ground, don't think of me as a general! I'm just an ordinary soldier in Demacia, just like you! Approach the battle with all your might! ”

"Yes, General, we always know that."

"General Oren, your strength is indeed very strong, it's not that we haven't done our best."

"General Oren, you just fought with Trivecon, and you weren't injured, were you?"

There are two sides to everything, and strong fame and admiration are good things, but they are not absolutely good.

Looking at the soldiers in front of him, who always coaxed him like a baby, even Oren couldn't help but sigh a little angry.

"Oren, I'll fight you!"

Eager to take a toll, Poppy walked up to Oron with a serious face and played a stick on top of his head.

With a flash of light, Oron smiled at his yodeler friend and set himself up for battle.

"Bobby, come on."

When the words fell, the smiles of the two disappeared instantly, and the aura of slaughter instantly enveloped the training ground, and the two rushed towards each other at the same time, fighting together.

The sound of crackling collisions continued to sound, and Bobby's stick skills improved a lot in continuous practice, especially relying on the advantage of his short height, the long stick swept over, specializing in the lower three lanes of the tall Oren, so that Oron had to block the deadly attacks poking at his lower body from time to time.

The man knew that the yodeler in front of him had always been upright and honest in everything he did.

If he can't stop it, I'm afraid that the man named Oron will not have offspring, and Bobbi will lose his best human friend and old father.

After fighting for a while, Oron kept feeding Bobby, and Bobby had exhausted all his strength, but whether it was strength or skill, the yodelers had a gap that could not be ignored with the tall human general.

"Hah!!"

Seeing that his attack was blocked by the impenetrable sword wall, Bobby, who was panting heavily, gritted his teeth and threw his long wooden stick towards Oron's lower abdomen while Oron was recovering his broadsword.

Already having a super-sensitive defensive perception of his lower body, Oren made a temporary change of move, using his broadsword to block the wooden stick that flew straight away, and then he saw Poppy who pounced on his waist with his arms outstretched, obviously trying to throw himself.

"Good time!"

Throwing away the broad wooden sword casually, with the advantage of hand length, Oren came first, hugging Poppy's small body with his backhand,

He was about to throw the brave yodel warrior to the ground, but he was knocked backwards by the sudden and powerful impact, followed by a pain in his lower abdomen, but it was Bobbi who kicked Oron in the stomach with the strength of his arms.

"Look at the feet!"

The hard iron armor used for training has a cute little footprint.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately it wasn't a fatal attack......

"General Oren!"

A recruit watching the battle exclaimed in surprise, but was stopped by his companions.

"That's how General Oron and that yodeler fight, don't panic, that yodeler and General Oron are friends, she won't really hurt General Oren."

Somewhat understanding the relationship between the two sides, the recruit's nervous eyes looked at the training ground again, but it was General Oren who picked up the blue-skinned yodeler and threw it into the distance like a large stone, rather than falling directly on the hard ground.

Sure enough, General Oren didn't use any strength at all.

Tumbling and falling several times, covered with sand, Bobby got up from the ground with an embarrassed face and wiped his mouth, but he didn't mean to admit defeat, but his momentum rose.

"Come again!"

Rubbing his deflated lower abdomen iron armor, Oron was also high-spirited.

"Come on!"

The two fell together again, and for a while the training ground was dusty, and the two of them completely let go of their hands and feet, and their noses and faces were swollen, and even the veterans of Demacia couldn't stand it.

However, the soldiers understood that this was the most satisfying and happiest state of General Oren, so no one stopped him, so as not to defeat General Oren's interest.

A fast horse galloped from outside the barracks, and behind the messenger was a small blue flag, and pedestrians along the way took the initiative to avoid it, obviously an urgent military situation.

"General Oren! Emergency military intelligence! General Oren! Urgent military intelligence!! ”

Stopping what he was doing and shaking his head at Poppy to signal a temporary halt, Oron frowned as he looked at the hurried messenger.

Rolling off his horse and coming to Oron's side, the messenger approached Oron's ear, causing the other soldiers to shake their heads in disappointment as they tried to know something.

When the messenger retreated, Oron patted the dust off his body and calmly gave the order.

"The 1st Legion of Demacia, all armed with swords, assemble!"