Run, run desperately, just to get rid of the ghost behind him.

The sunset on the horizon dyed the branches of the faint branches a blood-red color, like a butcher's knife he had swung against the lizardmen on this island, everything on this island was preventing him from escaping the threat, stones, bushes, bushes, and even the breeze became uninvited guests blocking the road, blowing in the face of the annoying.

Walsh's heart began to pound, and there were fewer and fewer people around him, I don't know when he was left alone, and the enemies behind him were like teasing him, and he always only took one or two people away at a time, he no longer had the anger of being teased at the beginning, and he also had the unyielding will of the nobles of Demacia, at this moment he just wanted to hide, just like playing hide and seek with his companions when he was a child, and he didn't want to be found by ghosts.

Walsh no longer cared about Cecil's orders, what to set traps, what to stop the counterattack, nothing more than to find a hidden place to shrink up and be safe, the food and clean water on his body were enough to survive for three days, he didn't dare to bet on whether the demons of Noxus behind him would search for three days, he would do it, just because he didn't have any other choice.

Feeling that his physical strength had reached the limit, Walsh's pace began to slow down, and soon a small col not far away attracted Walsh's attention, after a simple search, he found a rotten tree hole in the col that could accommodate his body, and he didn't care about any poisonous insects in the tree hole, and simply poked a few times with Demacia's exquisite steel long sword, Walsh got into it and covered the peeled bark outside the tree hole.

"Whoop, whoop, whoop......"

Taking a big breath of some damp and rotten air, Walsh tensed up again before he could relax.

The sound of the whirring wind came from the dead silence, followed by the sound of branches and leaves being trampled from outside the hollow of the tree, and the owner of the footsteps walked calmly, not in a hurry, not at all like his own escaping companion.

"Shuo'er~"

Walsh's desperate whistle was approaching, he didn't know if he had been discovered, fear had made it difficult for his body to make any effective resistance, he could only grit his teeth and quickly suppress his breathing until he couldn't even hear it, Walsh's right hand clenched the long sword, his eyes stared at the crack in the bark that he was covering the hollow of the tree, he suddenly regretted that he had hidden here hastily.

The footsteps came nearer, paused, and then seemed to go farther away, fading away, and the body slackened slightly, but the playful whistle sounded outside the hollow of the tree.

"After running for so long, is this the dog hole you found for yourself? Demacia's puppy~ Originally, I said that I would let you run for some more time, but I didn't expect you to be so unbearable, how to say it? Maybe a little disappointed? ”

The noble Demacian language came out of the mouth of a savage Noxian fanatic in a disdainful tone, and the gap made Walsh a little mad.

Walsh's face turned red completely, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the sword in his right hand began to turn white, and Walsh turned the sword silently, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the bark of the tree, and stabbed it with all his might.

"Ding!"

As if he had foreseen Walsh's attack, the moment the bark was pierced, a dark red long knife slammed down from one side to the middle of the long sword, and the Demacian steel long sword, which was known for its finesse and excellence, broke into two knots in the blood-colored brilliant sword light, staggered and sat down on the damp ground of the tree hole, Walsh dropped the broken long sword, and watched in despair as the enemy outside the tree hole carried himself out of the tree hole and threw it on the ground at will.

The enemy who pursued him was dressed in a light leather armor, and Walsh's gaze swept over the throwing knife case and a hideous set of torture instruments on the leather armor, and Tong Kong couldn't help but shrink.

The pursuer grinned, patted the torture bag around his waist, opened the leather buckle and enthusiastically displayed his tools.

"Oh, if you see the tools I usually use for my work, then I won't hide them, Demacia's puppy, I'm sorry to tell you that you're my last target, so it's not time to rest yet, unless you want to lie in your dog's hole forever under my service and rot maggots......"

"I'll go, I'll go, it's just that I want to know before I die, who are you? Why is it on this Lizard Island? ”

"It seems that you don't have the right to ask questions now~"

The smiling Night Blade Killer picked up Walsh's unresponsive left hand, and a thin flat-headed needle with an upturned end pierced straight between the fingers of the index finger under the subtle control of the Night Blade Killer, and with a strong pick, the nail cover of the sticky lake fell down with the flesh and blood.

The stinging pain came from the tip of his left finger, and Walsh raised his left index finger, which had been cocked off the nail cover, and let out a cry of pain, tears streaming down his face.

"Still have questions? You still have nineteen chances to ask questions, don't worry, I didn't count your toes, I don't like to stink, I just lose some of your other body parts, I just know how to bully the weak Demacia's puppy, take out your momentum to hurt the cuties of the fogtail, ask, I have to answer all questions, do you know why the cocked nails hurt so much? Do you know how to cut off your ears so that you don't get extra sarcomas on the side of your face? You know being skinned while you're alive...... What does it feel like? ”

"Woo woo don't ask, don't ask, I'll go with you, woo woo woo ......"

Gently kicking the completely collapsed Demacia pockmarked face, the Night Blade Killer restrained his playful smile and returned to his desert.

"It's really boring, since you don't ask, let's go."

……

Through the interrogation and interrogation of the captives over and over again, Milton, who was already familiar with most of the Demacian Liukou's biological mother and several noble lovers, was sure that the only target he pursued was Cecil, the captain of the Demacia Warden, and he knew that someone else could be killed on the spot, and only this person had to be captured alive to satisfy the great Demon Lord Lyster.

Cecil Hansa, the second son of the Hanseatic family, a small aristocratic nobleman in Demacia, loved the sea and waves since he was a child, and his ambition was to be a great captain, but unfortunately his lofty goal failed to make Cecil control his lower body, and after a court drinking party, he killed a little civilian girl in the depths of the alley, because the little girl would rather die than give in and insist on fighting to the end, the tyrannical Cecil strangled the girl who was defiled by himself.

Cecil's misdeeds were eventually brought to the court of nobility by righteous witnesses, and Cecil was tried by the court of nobility for adultery and murder and permanently banished from the plain of Demacia, where he was stripped of his title of baron and nobility of his family.

Since then, Cecil has been taken over by the Chrisman family, the top magnates who control the Forbidden Demon Guard, and has been adrift at sea, if not to mention the robber methods of killing people and setting fires, it can be regarded as the fulfillment of his ambition to become a captain.

"Cunning, cruel, good at using knives and setting traps...... Hehe, let me see your methods. ”

After swapping out for heavy armor, Milton plunged headlong into the woods.

……

The murderous Emerald Leader Ship [Steel Wings] was moored in the deep sea not far away, except for the necessary crew, everyone had disembarked, and the elite warriors of the Emerald Leader were fully armed, their swords unsheathed and came to the shore camp, standing silently behind the dragon, guarding the motionless man standing in place, everyone quietly waiting for the arrival of noon.

Nearly a hundred Demacian rogues had been locked up in the wooden fence, and for nearly a day, many of the wounds had begun to suppurate in the heat, and with the fresh stinky socks enthusiastically contributed by the Noxians, the steamer-like fence presented a hellish scene.

Everything in front of them made more and more onlookers feel chills all over their bodies, even if they knew that this was the bad guy who hurt their own people, many of them could hardly accept such a cruel act for a while, you must know that even last time they only drove the invaders into the sea, and did not do things so terrible.

But the problem is that the originally gentle and gentle Lyist is now like a different person, full of indisobedient majesty and evil spirit, and the change without warning makes many Fog Tails dare not raise objections to the stranger Lyster, so they can only wait on the side like the patriarch Wuhua, hungry.

"Come to Hit, Milton they're back."

In the extremely depressing atmosphere, Shia's voice eased the tension of Misty Tail Island like a clear spring, and the Fog Tails breathed a sigh of relief, but the Vastaya people didn't know that there were also many people who seemed to have a serious face and couldn't withstand the pressure of Lyist, and secretly complained in their hearts, many people couldn't help but recall the terrifying legend of the Emerald Leader Demon Face Lord slaughtering the city alone in the North Sea, until they faced the miracle of being alive in person, everyone understood that maybe the legend was not just a legend, but also a great terror.

The group that Milton had taken slowly walked out of the woods, and in the middle of the group was a string of Demacian rogues whose hands were tied with hemp rope, and among the many captives, only one was bound hand and foot, and the whole person was placed on the back of a shivering wild boar.

Lyster could recognize that the man on the boar's back was Cecil, the leader of the Demacian Roukou, and Lyster secretly knew where Milton had caught the hapless boar as a laborer.

"Master Liszt, fortunately, I am not dishonored."

Milton knelt on one knee, clenched his right fist in front of his left chest, and bowed his head slightly to show absolute submission, which was the highest level of Noxian military etiquette without kneeling (note: in Noxus, a slave is not a complete person, and it is necessary to submit to the exercise of kneeling etiquette by his master), but Milton did it willingly.

It wasn't until Milton's words fell that the face of Lyster, who was as heavy as water, softened a little.

"Well done, get up, get back to the team quickly."

"Yes!"

He glanced at the last Demacian Liukou, and in Cecil's expectant gaze, Lyist looked away and did not mean to speak, which made Cecil's gaze stagnate.

Pointing to the terrified Demacian Rogues, Lyist whispered to the crowd.

"Look at these vile and hypocritical Demacians! When the sword comes down on one's head, one can understand the preciousness of life.

Their country flaunts benevolence and morality all day long, shouting justice! Their people are secretly doing despicable bloody deals!

They can be so shameless as to raise the pirate flag and embark on the invincible Isle of Misty to start a war against Vastaya Misty to slaughter humanity, or they can have the cheekiness to raise the indigo flag of Demacia in the face of the Emerald Lord's cannons to show submission!

They bully the weak, but they are afraid of the stronger, and they don't even dare to wave the sword in their hands to slaughter Kirio Island and stab at us, tell me! In Noxus, such people are what we call them!

？ ”

"Coward!

！ ”

Everyone responded to Lyster's question with a high-pitched voice from the bottom of their hearts, and Lyster pulled out the sunset with a piercing gaze, and walked straight to the wild boar not far away step by step, and the wild boar who saw this scene knelt directly on the ground with weak legs and fainted.

"Tell me! How cowards deserve!

！ ”

With a knife cutting the rope tied to the boar, Lyist glanced at the misty tails who began to wiggle, and picked up Cecil, who had been tied into a dumpling, with his left hand, and threw it on the ground.

"Execute!

Execute!

Execute!

Noxus doesn't need cowards! ”

The sound wave formed by the hundred people broke through the sky, and the murderous aura forced back the white clouds that blocked the sun at noon, and the fog spread out, but despair appeared on the faces of the Demacian Liukou, who seemed to know their fate and began to struggle desperately.

Lyster cut the rope that bound Cecil, but Cecil, who tried to struggle, was clung to by the dragon-shaped armor and couldn't move at all.

"No one can walk away from the majesty of Noxus, and if a coward offends a warrior, all he gets is death.

A hundred years ago, the barbarian soldiers of the northern Dalmo Plain marched south in two ways to the immortal fortress, and under the spirit of Noxus's endless battle, all the invaders slept in the land of Noxus, becoming the glorious feats of Noxian warriors full of scars.

A hundred years ago, Demacia privately captured and seized Meredith, the female general of the Emerald Collar Spell Legion, and after the Emerald Collar soldiers pressed the border, Demacia, who had the Demacian Steel Swordsman Legion, could only kneel on the ground in submission and apologize for compensation, greet General Meredith, and send him out of the country.

A hundred years ago, the Heidi people of the North Sea sent a spell legion to attack the Emerald Lord's Northenberg, but it was the disaster of extermination, the entire Heidi tribe was completely wiped out, and the North Sea ruled by the Heidi people became the history of Valoran's disappearance, and the soldiers of the Emerald Leader leveled the North Sea, until today, the pearl of the North Sea [Heidi City] is just the back garden used by the Emerald Collar for fishing,

A hundred years ago, the territory of Noxus only had an immortal fortress, and four hundred years later, we have established a great empire with iron blood and courage that stretches from the Black Iron Fort in the west of the Dalmo Plain in the north to the Red Rock Fort in Noxus in the south!

My territory encompasses the Darmore Plains, the Nokmoch Plains, the Noxian Rocks, and our territory spans the three peaks of Pagrus, the vast Urus Mountains, and the Shining Mountains!

We are at war with the Kingdom of Glen, against the Duchy of Varks, against the Kingdom of Norsland, against the tyrants of the Immortal Fortress!

！

Whether it's life or death, whether it's an advantage or a disadvantage! We never ran away from it! We never admit defeat, we fought until the last moment!

Even death will cost the enemy blood!

！

And today!

A group of demacia as vile as maggots set foot on our territory in their ridiculous ships! Wield a butcher's knife and slaughter our people! Tell me!

！ How do we do it!

！ ”

"Kill!

！ Kill!

！ Kill!

！ ”

"Kill all these cowards!

！ ”

All the Emerald Leader warriors let out a savage roar, as if they could only express the murderous anger in their hearts by shouting through their throats.

The heartbroken Demacians and the cowering Misty Tail witnessed the demon god-like man wielding a long knife and cutting off the heads of the Demacians as if he were cutting wheat.

Misty Flower's body shook, and her eyes moved away from the frightened skull, and in the rain of blood sprinkled from the skull, the Misty Tail Patriarch met Lyist's indifferent gaze.

"Only blood and death can wash away the humiliation suffered by Noxus! Patriarch Fog Flower, I think you already know what Noxus is,

The maggots that slaughtered your people are here, it's time to make your choice and prove it to me, proving that the Mistails are worthy of Noxus. ”