The so-called 'struggle' is sometimes really simple, what you need is there, as long as you find the right way, you can reach out and take it, and if someone reaches out to stop it, just chop it off.

If a man doesn't have such blood and awareness, he might as well go home crying and find his mother.

Walsh has always looked down on people who complain all day long, saying that they have tried hard but achieved nothing, and that complaining will not solve any problem except to appear stupid and lazy, or to make some garbage that is not as good as himself gloat at him, but only to worry the people who are really worried about him.

Finding the right way to do it regardless of everything, this is his attitude towards life.

And now, he is trying to return to Demacia and become a nobleman, and no one can stop him, and no one will stop him.

It all makes sense, as long as you can kill the bipedal lizardmen you see in front of you with strange and evil magic, and peel the priceless skin off the lizardmen's tails and bring them back to Demacia.

Perhaps Ms. Ambern will make a small leather dress out of the skin on the lizardman's tail that is warm in winter and cool in summer, or maybe she will make a lingerie for the great Chrisman to admire in the hot springs......

Thinking of Lady Amborn's wonderful carcass, Walsh, who had a dry throat, licked his blood-soaked lips and cut off his illusions, he knew what he could and couldn't do.

The blood on the corners of their mouths also smelled of rust, and judging from the blood alone, the blood of these lizardmen seemed to be no different from that of humans, but who made them know evil magic?

"Be careful not to hurt the skin on your tail! Ted! You're the best at your craft! While it's still fresh, let's do it! Demacian"

The short man named Ted smiled and nodded, and the leatherman, who was not an aristocratic person, skillfully pulled out his tools and crouched in front of a corpse on Misty Tail Island.

"Hey, I don't know how many skins I've peeled like this."

Walsh smiled good-naturedly, knowing that Ted was accused of killing animals in Demacia, and was supposed to be deported, but was kept by the Chrisman family because of his skill.

Ever since she saw the clothes made of lizard skin, Ms. Amborne has been trying to find the island of the lizardmen she has been obsessed with, so she will naturally take the initiative to prepare some suitable people.

"Please, my lord, I will exchange my life for Xiao Youlan's life, please spare my daughter! Vastaya"

The sound of chirping brought Walsh back to his senses, and he looked down to see the lizardman pulling at his trouser leg and crying something.

"I can't even speak human words, and it's really an evil beast!"

A sword stabbed into the kneeling lizardman's body, and the touch of steel slicing through flesh made Walsh a little excited, and another evil lizardman fell in front of him.

Grabbing the lizardman cub in his left hand, which was no longer thigh-high as his own, and in the face of the cub's annoying cry, Walsh drew the steel sword that pierced the cub's father's chest, and kicked the lizardman with a flower on his head to the ground in a handful of blood flowers.

The flowers above their heads were watered with blood, and until they died, the filthy and evil lizardfolk were still looking tenderly at their little cubs—as if these human-looking aliens really had a sense of family as sacred as a human.

Turning his head to look at the little lizardman who had fainted from crying on his left hand, Walsh grinned, raised his right hand and slashed the head of a sword, small is a little smaller, but the mosquito legs are also meat, maybe he can make a leather sock for Ms. Amborn.

There will be many little things like this that cry in the middle of the fire, they will not turn into strange creatures, as long as these little cubs are caught, those big lizardmen who can do evil magic will not run away.

Walsh looked around at the small settlement engulfed in flames, the smell of the scorched lake and the ash muddying the otherwise fresh air, but he didn't hate it.

The living creatures as far as the eye could see fell to the ground, and the smoke from the fire rushed into the sky with screams and loud noises, staining the sky with a layer of haze.

The fire is still spreading along the treehouse, and the rogue located outside the eastern barrier will not be affected or harmed by the flames, and the flames will only burn towards the west, driving away more lizardfolk until the lizardmen extinguish the fire.

Without the protection of the forest and home, as long as the lizardman refuses to leave his hometown, he has to face his own sword.

Breathing in the cloudy air, Walsh had more smiles on his face.

There are always hidden lizardmen who have to be exposed in panic from the flames, crossbow arrows and bows that shoot through the chests of these fleeing people with precision, and he needs to find the fish that slipped through the net before the sun sets, and return to the coastal camp with the loot to avoid the night attack of the lizardmen.

"Brothers! Speed it up! Try to go back before dark! ”

"Oh!

”

……

When he returned to the surface, it was already dark, and Lyster did not know how much time it had taken this time, and looked up to determine the direction through the stars, but Lyster found that the sky was already shrouded in fog and ash, and only the shallow outline of the moon could be faintly seen.

The air in the woods was no longer fresh, but smelled of the aftermath of flames.

"What's going on Kirio Island?"

Taking a deep breath, the frowning Lyst pulled out a straight knife Luoxia, felt the darkness and marched to the east, keenly aware of the firelight lit up not far away, the firelight slowly approached him, looked around, and decided to go up the tree to observe the identity of the person who came first when the situation was unknown.

Before the people arrived, a strong smell of blood came to their nostrils.

In less than a minute, a hunting party of more than a hundred strangers passed under the trees, and Lyist silently looked at the lizard skins hanging from birch poles in laughter, his eyes indifferently swept over the torch-carrying procession, and the familiar Demacian language was heard in his ears.

“…… Gingres, I killed three lizardmen today, and I'm going to go back and invite me to a bar, you can't fool me! ”

"Only three? Lloyd, I killed four lizardmen, Halthorne can testify, Lloyd, you lost this time, you have to ask me to drink the black thorn honey from Noxus, don't cheat! ”

"Damn, if I hadn't escaped a lizardman, I'd have gagged your stinky mouth! Holthorne, is this bastard really not cheating? ”

"Well, he killed it all with a crossbow alone, if you count the little things."

"Well, I'm willing to gamble and lose......"

"Ted, do you still have to dry lizard skins when you go back to camp? Do you want me to help you? You know, I've always wanted to learn something. ”

"Two gold coins, I'll teach you the art of skinning."

"Haha, this time I can get more than a dozen gold coins when I go back, I usually don't want to teach, but when you have money, you are willing to be a little more generous......"

"Five gold coins, then."

"Well, when I didn't say ......"

The team has left, but Lyster is not ready to go directly back to the West Coast,

Jumping from the tree, Lyist silently stayed far behind until he followed the team to the east coast.

A large ship anchored on the coast, and the hunters returned to camp, showing off their experiences and achievements today.

Looking coldly at the disguised Demacians in the distance, Lyist remembered the location of the camp and pulled away.

Less than three meters away from Lyster, the dark sentry planted by Demacian Liukou was huddled in the bushes, staring intently at the environment, looking dutiful.

……

In the middle of the night, in the largest village on Fog Tail Island, Fog Flower was listening to the bitter Abby report on the attack, Shia lowered her head with a gloomy face, as if thinking about something, and Milton and Memi, who could not understand the Vasaya language, understood how heavy the loss of Fog Tail Island was today under the translation of Machiri.

“…… Two villages were attacked and destroyed, more than 300 villagers were missing, and although the fire was extinguished by us, it burned a large area of forest...... Misty flowers, our people can't beat those humans, and magic won't work...... They cut off our tails and skinned them, and many, many people died......"

As she spoke, Abby cried directly.

"Okay, I got ......"

Taking a deep breath, the misty flower said in a deep voice.

"The top priority now is to evacuate our people from the east and send people to find out the location of the invaders, and I will definitely not let any of the invaders go this time!"

Standing up, Kikika looked at Xia, who could represent the Emerald Collar.

"Wind Dragonmaiden, I can't wait any longer, what else do you have to say?"

Taking a deep breath, Thea said in a deep voice.

"No matter what you think, Emerald Collar will join the fight."

Taking a deep look at Thea, Kishua didn't say anything, and turned away with an apologetic Abby.

When it was dark again, Thea saw Lyster who had rushed back.

The dusty man looked a little embarrassed, but Xia felt the man's suppressed anger.

"A lot of things happened when you weren'......"

"I know, Shia, I know, tell me, where is Roy now?"

"Roy...... She was on the boat, and the little one had been crying for a long time because of all sorts of things......

In the face of the clan's doubts about you, Luo Yi has always chosen to believe you, but unfortunately people don't have any reason when they are angry, she has been hated by her own people, and I am afraid that she will not be able to continue to stay in the tribe in the future. ”

His gaze softened a little, and Lyist whispered.

"Let's go, tell Milton and Memmy, get on board."

Returning to the ship, Lyist instructed Milton to gather the crew, and he returned to his room, silently giving a hug to Roy, who was huddled in the corner, and Lyster changed into the armor that Sheena had prepared for himself under Roy's teary gaze.

The battle armor is an enchanted dragon armor with magic steel as the main material and other rare magic materials attached, which matches the magic steel straight knife Luoxia], and the dragon armor is called Lone Crane], which is personally made by Xina, who likes Chinese culture.

The sharp black and red style of the lonely crane is delicate and heavy, the right arm armor engraved with the sword of two wings has smooth lines, which can perfectly hold the straight knife Luoxia, and there is also a buckle at the waist that is specially adapted to the metal scabbard of Luoxia.

From top to bottom, dragon-shaped face armor, shoulder armor, breastplate, shin armor, and leg armor are all available, even if there is no weapon, the dark red hand armor shaped like a dragon's claw can easily scratch through the flesh, and the cloak is sewn from the skin of a two-legged flying dragon, which is fireproof and arrow-proof, and also has a considerable degree of magic resistance.

After dressing, Lyster lowered his head and kissed the girl of the Fogtail Clan on the forehead, wiped away the tears for Luo Yi, and the man said softly.

"Wait until I use the blood of my enemies to seek justice for you and for your people."

……

The sun began to set, and the sunset was dusk, and the sunset was as deep as blood and the clouds flowed upward.

Entrusted the affairs of the coastal camp to his other right-hand man, Dunlop, Cecil sat leisurely on the Watcher, embellished with rum, and put his arms around a naked female lizardman, Cecil laughed.

Although the Lizardman wasn't human, there were places where he could still be human, and he didn't mind letting himself be a nasty beast when there was no other option.

More than 300 lizard skins had been harvested yesterday, and Cecil had no doubt that it would take less than a week for Walsh to clear the entire island and turn it upside down.

All he had to do was keep an eye on the Overwatch and wait for Walsh to return with a full load of lizard skins, and there was no more leisurely job than that.

That's what he thought, at least for now, until he heard Jeffrey on the lookout pulling a broken gong — in fact, that's why he chose to make Jeffrey a lookout.

"Captain! A ship is coming! West! Damn it! They have so many cannons!

Get ready for battle! Get ready for battle!

！ ”

Standing up from the recliner, Cecil pushed the female lizardman away, reached out for the monocular on his waist, and looked west at the sun.

A huge warship flying the banner of the Winged Sword was full sails, and the ship was sailing in the direction of the Watcher like a roaring beast in the westerly wind, and the waves under the ship were enough to show how fast the ship was, which made Cecil, a seasoned seafarer, smell the evil smell of magic.

Desperate to use evil magic to speed up to a moored ship, Cecil is willing to pluck off his head and kick it as a ball if he wants to bring out a cake to entertain his guests.

The so-called bad comers are nothing more than this.

His eyes were fixed on the flag, and the middle-aged captain's heart sank.

In the glorious history of Demacia for more than 400 years, there will always be a humiliating scar that cannot be revealed, and this scar is brought about by the Noxus Territory in the east of Demacia, and to this day, Demacia is unwilling to oppose the Eastern Domain.

"Anchor! Pull up the sails! Load me with a cannonball! Damn it! Why is the Emerald Leader's ship here!? No one is allowed to fire without my orders! That's right! Raise the flag for me! it's not a pirate flag! It's the flag! Hell sword and shield banners! Indigo flag, you idiot!

！ ”

Although he was a little panicked, the flagbearer who was waving his hands did not drop his chain, and soon raised the indigo Mithril sword shield flag to the top of the mast.

On the other side, on the Wings of Freedom, which was already within range of the artillery, the observer reported to Lyster.

"Lord Liszt, the other party has raised the flag of Demacia, do you want to open fire?"

Standing on the deck, the voice of the lonely dragon armor of Lyster was like the cold wind of Freljord.

"Demacia is right, I hit Demacia! Fire! ”