Still, Kree settled in the Forest of Tranquility.

Under Lester's arrangement, Kree has his own and Sgar's forest cabin, as well as his own magic steel axe.

The axe was much heavier than the previous one, with a dark red metallic sheen, much to Kree's satisfaction.

It's a bit of a struggle for him to use, but it's okay.

"Sgarr, you lazy! The sun can turn your ass into black charcoal! Don't sleep! ”

With the mud cup and pig hair toothbrush that Lester had left for him, he casually poked it into his mouth, and in less than five seconds, a splash of water erupted, and Kree finished cleaning his teeth and walked out of the cabin with a steel axe.

Hearing the call of the yodelers, in the cabin, the dragon lizard facing the inner wall of the wooden house looked up left and right, and did not find the yodeler in the dark, so he sneezed and sneezed, and continued to pout half of his ass to bask in the sun, lying on his stomach in the wooden house and squinting and resting.

Kicking Sgar hard on his exposed ass, Kree bared his teeth.

Strangely, why is this place starting to grow scales too?

"We've got a lot of work to do today, man, Lester is right, you should exercise your guts and get ready for us to go into battle together."

Fix Sgar, who turned around and came out, and Kree saddled the dragon lizard.

"If you can do it this time, stupid lizard, I'll get you venison to eat tonight."

"Gollum?"

"Don't doubt my resolve! You coward! I do what I say! ”

"Brump Brupt Brupt, Bo Bo ......"

As soon as he rode on the Sgar, the dazed Kree began to bump up and down in the dragon lizard's shaking body, doubting life, obviously this time the dragon lizard's big move should not be underestimated, and the cyan beans in the forest yesterday performed miraculous feats.

Covering his nose and under the influence of a series of stinky farts, Kree, as a magical creature, also rarely saw the masked spirit wandering outside the world.

"I should ask Lester to get me a mask or something, or I'll have to die from you sooner or later!"

Finally getting Sgar to start running, the stench finally dissipated a lot, and Kree put his little hand down.

"I swear, if you fart in front of me again, I'll shove my steel axe into your * and choke you to death!"

"Whew!"

Sgar carried Kereh and ran into the dense forest with joy.

In less than ten minutes, Sgar ran out with scales stretched alone.

In the middle of the forest, cursing the stupid lizard that stupidly left him behind, cursing the cat demon who attacked him, and the yodeler cursing everything he saw around him.

"Come on! You cowards who only dare to move around the trees! Do you think I'm really going to give in to you like that stupid lizard? ”

Several nimble cat demons bared their teeth and pounced on the dwarfed yodelers with their sharp claws.

Stroking his lonely eyes, thinking back to his past cowardice, Kree's eyes turned red.

"I will never make the same mistake again! Hairy stuff! If I blink, I'll be your yodel smash! ”

Taking everything under the tree into his eyes, Morris on the branch retracted his breath and closed his eyes.

Is this yodeler so important? ’

……

A city-state on the west coast.

Months have passed since the death of the great Knight of Sventle, and the people of Demacia have learned what a remarkable feat has taken place in the devastated border village of Homs.

Countless Demacians really felt the iron will of the Demacian soldiers, and they also remembered the young knight thoroughly.

The bodies of Sventle and the rest of the Ranger knights who had been killed in battle were brought back, and the warriors' faces were covered with the indigo banner of the bluegrass-stained indigo Legion, and they were buried in the gentle land of Demacia, one with the will of Demacia, forever guarding the peace of the land.

The dead became heroes, the living were honored, many villagers were rescued, and the Ranger Captain Corry Scott, who bought time for the support of the Steel Swordsman Legion, received the Ranger Pegasus Banner with a serious face, and he will pass on the will of the Sventel Knights.

The happy ending is as good as a fucking fairy tale, just like Kraken thinks that joining the army can get glory and merit, but before he really defends Demacia, he first learns an authentic military swearing.

Amusing.

Corryscott continues the will of a hero, and in the eyes of many, he is also a hero who would rather die than fight against the barbarians of the north.

The rest of the Ranger knights also took the enemy's head on the battlefield, gained military exploits, and won glory and rewards.

Material things aside, political resources and land resources are the most precious things, and it is clear that Coriscote, who has obtained the right to use a small piece of land in the center of the village and began to participate in the political management of Demacia, has taken the first step into the center of Demacia's power.

Although the compromise behind him was to arrange the next Ranger captain as soon as possible, he would not continue to direct the soldiers to escape, but he had already won.

Unlike the rest of the populace who were unabashedly praising the Rangers, Kraken chose to train alone in the training camp when Corriscott was awarded, slashing hard training woodmen with a wooden face.

He knew what the fuck the hell the truth was like, disgusting, disgusting, but he couldn't say anything, he could only think of himself as a living mute, shut his mouth tightly, and become the tailor who sewed the mouths of the villagers of Homs himself.

Because he is a member of the Hilda family in Miyin Village, and behind the Ranger captain Corriscott is the Kleist family of Irwindale, which controls a lot of land in Irwindale, and also has its own livestock and horse farms, and is so powerful that only the other two families can compete with it in the local area.

To put it mildly, even many of the horses of the Ranger Regiment were donated to Demacia by the Kleist family, if it weren't for that, even General Oren would have had a hard time finding so many horses to form a cavalry, without horses, where would the Ranger come from?

Therefore, the cowardly Corryscott is destined to become the captain of the Rangers, or a hero after abandoning the villagers and escaping, decently quitting the army and entering politics, putting his cowardly ass on the heads of ordinary people.

True heroes sleep underground with iron will, accompanied by coldness and loneliness, and can no longer hear the people cheering for themselves, a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death shamelessly enjoy the glory of dead heroes, and enter a higher class......

Is this Demacia?

"Ha !!"

As if venting, he slashed at the wooden man with all his strength, and the wooden sword wailed in the man's anger.

Because the tendons of the knife were not correct when chopping, the wooden sword snapped directly, looking at the cross-section of his broken sword, Kraken's eyes were a little terrifying, like an active volcano that had been accumulated for a hundred years.