Heavy sword wielding, weight-bearing long-distance running, sprint sprints, combat sparring......

During the day, he participated in the open selection and slept in a separate bed with his comrades in the barracks at night.

The selection for the comprehensive combat training lasted five days, and at dusk on the fifth day, the exhausted candidate soldiers finally finished the first selection under the orders of veteran INVIDABIS.

There were fewer and fewer people around Kraken, and in the end, there were sixteen people left in front of the veterans of the selection officer, and the other seventy-four were all eliminated and retained in the First Army of Demacia.

The excessively strict selection conditions shocked all the Demacians, and also gave them a new understanding of the combat effectiveness and the supreme glory that the Steel Swordsman Legion undertook.

On the sixth day, sixteen soldiers who stood out were taken by Gavin Darke to talk and rehearse numerous times for the conferment of the Iron Swordsman Legion.

On the seventh day, on the training ground open to the people of Demacia.

Hundreds of Demacians silently watched behind the legionnaires as sixteen of the most powerful soldiers Demacia had ever seen, witnessing the birth of the strongest legion of Demacia.

The scar-faced veteran, who tickled his teeth, was gone, and the one who appeared before the sixteen was the Supreme Archon of Demacia, Gavindale.

"You are the best soldiers in Demacia, the best of the best."

Moving slowly between the soldiers who stood in two rows with their chests up, Gavindalk's voice was full of majesty.

"There are five hundred and twenty-three people in the First Legion of Demacia (including the logistics and training militia), sixty-four of whom participated in the selection of the Steel Swordsman Legion through internal nomination, and twenty-eight of them who participated in the selection of the Steel Swordsman Legion through external nomination, for a total of ninety-two people who participated in the selection."

The somewhat nervous Kraken held his breath slightly, feeling Gavin Dark, who had the supreme power in Demacia, walking behind him, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ninety-two are the best of the five hundred and twenty-three Demacian warriors, and you are the stronger of the ninety-two, the strongest of the strong! It is a well-deserved pillar of the country of Demacia! ”

Looking at the majestic man with the rest of his eyes, a fire ignited in the chests of the soldiers present.

The hardships and hardships that I had suffered seemed to have completely vanished at this moment.

"The Demacian Steel Swordsman Legion will become the pride of the Demacian people, and will become the sharpest sword in Demacia! The strongest shield! Tell me out loud! Do you defend the faith of the glory of Demacia with your lives? ”

"Demacia! All in one! Demacia! Justice will prevail!! ”

"Good!"

Back at the front of the crowd, Gavindake raised his scepter in the scepter of sixteen men.

"Teach the sword!"

Sixteen people fell to the ground on one knee according to the process that had been arranged long ago, and looked straight ahead with their waists.

There were legionnaires holding ornate and graceful Demacian silver swords on top of the hands of sixteen people, and the silver swords were solemnly held up by powerful hands.

"Sword up!"

In Gavindark's majestic voice, sixteen men stood up with steel swords in their hands, clasped their hands, stretched out their arms, and stood the steel sword straight on the midline of their chests, looking straight ahead with a resolute gaze.

"Armor!"

The dense silver inlaid iron armor with a blue cloak was worn directly on everyone's body by the legionary soldiers who were wrapped in front and back, and Gavindark looked at the not very beautiful dense silver inlaid iron armor and frowned.

"Zhenjia!"

Sixteen soldiers took a step forward, put their swords in front of their right chests, and quickly stood still, sixteen dark blue cloaks fluttering wantonly, majestic.

"Swear!"

"Be brave and fearless! Till death is not retreated! The steel sword does not break! Glory to the fortified city! ”

"Army~Cheng!!"

"Oooooooooooooo!!!oo

The people of Demacia began to cheer and began to pour out their joy.

Surrounded by the eager gazes of hundreds of people, Kraken stared at the steel sword placed on his right chest, and on the cold blade, he saw a pretty face as gentle as the first snow.

At this time, is she looking at herself?

……

Emerald Collar, the humble underground headquarters of the Nightblade Slayer.

Because there happened to be granite veins underground, the excavation and construction work of the building stonemasons was much easier, and at Lester's instructions, more than a dozen building stonemasons simply set up their homes underground, commanding more than 30 Emerald Lords to dig and expand the bunker every day.

Although the speed is slow, there is progress every day, which is much stronger than the lord's castle.

The roughly mined granite stone has been meticulously polished and cut into granite bricks, making the dark underground space a little more clean and tidy, at least no longer the original caveman.

The extra stone and earth were also stored in a warehouse near the lord's mansion as a backup building material for the later construction of the lord's castle.

After arranging for a few Nightblade Slayer to continue escorting the logging camp in the Forest of Silence, Maurice returned to the dark underground and took up his new room.

The room, which had not been completed before the last time I left, was already taking shape at this time.

The granite bricks have black iron hoops, under which are placed ash concave discs, which are used to bear the burned ash and dripping grease.

Bright torches were inserted into the hoop, illuminating the gloomy room and dispelling the darkness.

Two vents in the ceiling connect to the surface through a complex lane change system to bring a constant stream of fresh air underground.

The room was not too big, it was not too small, at least in Morris's opinion, a single room was enough for a single bed, a lockable cabinet, a table and a chair, and there was little point in more.

Lying on a wooden bed covered with cotton pads, Morris stared at the bright ceiling, stunned.

"Knock knock knock ~ in?"

"Enter."

Sitting up from the bed, the wooden door embedded in the tin sheet had been opened, and a hippie smiling face walked in.

He still can't change it, but he doesn't need to change it.

"Something?"

"Yes."

The upright face was ruined by the strange expression, and the smiling man was not polite, sitting on the wooden chair with his ass and crossing his legs on Morris's table.

Morris frowned.

"Looking for something?"

"Something."

Hector took out a small wooden box from his arms, pinched a handful of brown blades of grass and threw it into his mouth, squinting and chewing it carefully, looking at it.

Morris knew that the brown blade of grass was a slightly poisonous plant unique to the Forest of Tranquility, with an anesthetic effect, called 'Confinement White', which had a certain addiction, and Hector, who was covered with wounds and had a piece of skin peeled off by the cat demon on his chest, came out of the Forest of Tranquility and began to chew the Confinium White Blade of Grass.

"I heard, my lord is looking for you?"

Not bothering to look at Hector again, Morris lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

"Yes."

Feeling the comfort in his brain, Hector shuddered, and a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes.

"Going?"

"Hmm."

Answering in the affirmative, Hector lowered his legs from the table and walked to the edge of the bed, his fingers chattering.

"I'm going."

"There you are."

"When?"

"Wait."

"Wait?"

Opening his eyes and staring at the ghostly face in the firelight, the corners of Morris's mouth twitched, and his facial muscles began to contort.

"Wait."