Blofeld, who was walking all the way, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and there was no crazy attacker in the room, but it was rare to see the person he least wanted to see, he didn't expect that the team before him was actually the commander of the First Legion of the Black Iron Guard, and he couldn't help but secretly call out for a while that he was unlucky, and he still didn't dodge after hiding for a long time.

On the other side, Milton had already seen that the two armed visitors behind him were about to retreat, so he waved his hand and motioned for the Emerald Leader soldiers to surround the two, and in this situation of not being able to retreat, Brofield and Tina threw away their weapons and raised their hands.

"This lord of the Emerald Leader, we have no malicious intentions, and we are only taking up arms to protect ourselves, my wife Tina and I are from the Kingdom of Northland, and we ...... from the Kingdom of Northland half a year ago"

"I didn't expect that the famous First Shield Sword Captain became my prisoner, what a surprise, you said yes and no, Blofeld Sword Captain?"

Milton's merciless voice chilled Blofield's heart, who tried to hide his identity, and the average Tina wanted to retrieve her weapon, but was directly knocked down by the Emerald Leader soldiers who had already prepared, and fell to the ground with her hands behind her back.

"Demacian, if you don't want to die, you'd better be honest!"

Tina, who had been punched twice in the face, finally gave up struggling, and the woman looked at Blofield, who sighed.

This is a goddamn hellish start.

"Looks like I'm pretty famous on your side?"

Milton smiled and shook his head at Blofield's question, and the commander of the Black Iron Guard 1st Legion slowly walked towards Blofield.

"You're wrong, it's not quite famous, it's very famous, after all, in my opinion, the only people who can be called opponents in Demacia are the soldiers of your Dreadnought Pioneer Regiment, not to mention that you yourself are still the best in the Dreadnought Vanguard Shield Array,

I don't just know you, I also know the sword captain of each of your shield arrays, you know, the thing I think about the most is how to cut off your heads on the battlefield, I think you should also know that in Noxus, if you want to get military merits, you can only exchange the enemy's head, the more powerful the enemy, the more valuable. ”

In response to Milton's malicious gaze, Blofield clenched his fist and slowly let go.

"Thank you for being so concerned about my head, Lord Milton, and now that you can get your wish, who made me a prisoner?"

Picking up the Noxian two-handed sword produced by the Emerald Collar at Blofield's feet, Milton suddenly changed the subject.

"Captain Blofeld, is this sword any good?"

“…… It feels OK, but it's a little too coarse and ugly, and it doesn't look delicate at all. ”

Amused by the truth-telling Blofield, Milton did not refute it, and spoke in a homely tone.

"It's true that Noxus' weapons always look bulky and ugly compared to the weapons you Demacians have made, but the most important thing is to be practical, because weapons are not for looking, but for killing, and for that reason alone, you should say thank you to this sword, not to call her ugly.

If Demacia's weapon is like a little girl who needs to be groomed every day, Noxus's weapon is an ugly-looking, burly aunt who tosses around the battlefield exhaustively for three days, and it will only be the aunt who can win, and it will definitely not be a little girl, I think you Demacians will soon understand this, and the withering on the sword does not make the weapon harder and sharper. ”

"Your Excellency Milton, are you Noxians really preparing to invade Demacia?"

Without a response, Milton stroked the cold blade of the sword and said solemnly.

"You know what? To forge this sword, the miners of the Emerald Collar need to dig hundreds of meters underground to dig up the precious pyrite ore, which will be forged into pieces of pyrite ingots in the furnace.

The iron ingots have been tempered for thousands of years, and finally can only form a fist-sized refined galvanite, which is difficult to smelt and will be beaten into a murderous weapon by the master blacksmith in the natural underground lava of the Calyas anvil.

Only after completing the above steps can this two-handed sword collide with ordinary steel weapons head-on on the battlefield, and before the trial, the sword had been beaten countless times over a period of three months,

Having said that, it's a pity to throw away such a good sword made of refined pyroxene from the Karyas anvil, but it's better than turning into a part of the gray mist......"

"What do you want to say, Lord Milton, just say it, or maybe you're not like other straight Noxians, you always like to beat around the bush?"

Smiling absently, Milton handed the long sword in his hand to Blofeld under Blofield's puzzled eyes.

"This sword should have been picked up by you before the gray mist spread, since her original owner didn't want her anymore, and you picked her up, she is naturally yours, as for your head, although I want it very much, but it won't be this time, as you can see, I don't have many people, it's a good thing for me to have fearless vanguard warriors join my team,

If you are willing to accept my kindness, please tell me, Captain Bladefield, did my soldiers withdraw in time when they heard the order? ”

The two-handed sword that he didn't refuse to give his hand to, Blofeld said.

"At that time we were still on the outskirts, far from the inner fortress, and even then I couldn't get out.

At least in my opinion, your soldiers are very good, as soon as they receive the order, they will begin to organize a retreat, and it will not take more than five minutes before and after, as for whether His Excellency Milton's subordinates have withdrawn, you can see the way I look now, there are not many soldiers who can fly, and it is difficult to run through the gray fog on two legs alone. ”

"It seems that the loss this time will not be too small......"

With a soft sigh, Milton said.

"Alright, let go of this beautiful Miss Demacia, this young lady, please forgive us Noxian barbarians, we may be acting a little rudely, but this is also for our own safety, the next two will act with us, we need to stand on the same side before leaving the gray fog, do you know what I mean?"

Rising from the ground in disarray, Tina picked up her sword and shield and nodded with a disgraceful face.

Seeing that his companions and subordinates were let go, Blofield asked.

"What the hell is going on here? What the hell is Grey Mist? Looking at this situation, you shouldn't have caused the gray fog, right? ”

"Of course it's not us, the gray fog was created by the Leinlands, and we don't know how these strangers from the Western Continent did it, but if we move on, maybe we will figure it out soon."

A few simple words of exchange somewhat reduced the hostility of the two groups, and Milton decided to place the two Blofields in a position on the right outside away from the mage, and Blofield, who had been mentally prepared for the more dangerous situation he and Tina, did not say much.

The team continued to move forward, and the team that got the 'new force' relieved a lot of pressure, and for the two more combat-ready helpers in the team, the Emerald Leader soldiers were also more generous and friendly to Brofield and Tina.

The whole team remained in rotation, and the soldiers with more severe body fragmentation were replaced with crossbows and bows, and Milton was placed on the inside of the team as long-range marksmen, and the less severe soldiers were placed on the periphery to change into swords and shields.

More than a dozen soldiers perform their duties, defenders, containers, main attackers and long-range shooters, each of whom exerts maximum efficiency and is maximized by Milton.

Silently watching the cohesive team, Blofield looked at Milton, who had always stood at the forefront and was under the most pressure, and he seemed to understand the reason for the high morale of the Emerald Leader's soldiers.

I don't know when Demacia's generals have become some aristocratic lords who only know how to command soldiers to charge, and they really dare to take the lead in charging on the battlefield, and the only ones who maintain the excellent traditions of Demacia are the dreadnought vanguard legions under the command of the royal family, and King Sisi has always been trying to change the corruption of Demacia, but unfortunately the effect is not very obvious.

I wanted to take advantage of the Deno War, which might break out this time, to get rid of the moths in the Demacia Legion, but I didn't expect the strength of the Emerald Leader to be so strong, and there was such a strange thing as gray mist, even Brofield himself felt that it was a little too outrageous.

Arriving at the iron-clad door of the Great Hall of Lords, Milton took a deep breath and pushed the closed door open.

Before I could see anything, a disgusting smell of blood came to my face.

Immediately after that, accompanied by the smell of blood, a thick fog rolled out from inside the gate, and Milton and the others could only take a few steps back to avoid the impact of the fog, and after a few minutes, the bloody hall where the fog had cleared became clear.

More than a dozen pot-shaped oil lamps hung on the beams of the room, the flickering flames projected a faint light, and the ground flowed with ankle-high lakes of blood, and the light of the fire could illuminate the dim and dark hall under the reflection of blood.

In the empty hall of the lord, there was only a somewhat strange scarecrow, the scarecrow with his back to everyone facing the throne on the steps, his legs filled with straw and wood branches stood side by side in the center of the hall, his hands were raised, and he carried a dark red lantern in his right hand, the metal red lantern was windless and automatic, and it shook gently in the empty and dead hall, but did not make any sound.

In addition to this, there were only thirteen strange stakes dripping with blood that surrounded the outer circle of the scarecrow in an incomprehensible way, and the source of the blood lake on the ground was the thirteen strange stakes.

The eyes of the stake are round and convex like a sea fish, the deer's nose is elephant-eared and leopard, the hands and feet are tentacle-shaped, the whole stake is full of holes, the holes are like having a fresh life, and the blood is inexhaustible, completely infecting the entire ground, as if it is guarding the scarecrow in the center, and it seems to be imprisoning the scarecrow by flowing to the blood lake.

Frightened by the eerie sight in front of him, Milton took a few steps back to let the others see the horrific sight in the hall, and he always felt as if he had seen the description of the scarecrow somewhere, but for a moment he couldn't remember it.

"This scarecrow always feels a little familiar to me...... Do you have an impression of this, Master Memi? ”

Unable to figure it out, Milton decided to ask the mysterious Mage Memi, but listened to Master Memy utter frightening words word by word.

"This scarecrow is the Dreaded Demon in the Emerald Collar Demon Handbook, Milton, we're in trouble."

"Scarecrow, fear of demons...... Lord Milton, I remember! ”

Blofield, who was behind Milton, suddenly widened his eyes, and the Emerald Leader soldiers took the initiative to make room for Blofield, allowing him to come to Milton and Memi at the front.

"What do you remember?"

Milton didn't know what the Sword Captain Demacia in front of him was trying to say, but he didn't mind giving the Sword Captain some time.

"I thought about the scarecrow, and there are many accounts of the scarecrow in Fosperio of Demacia,

Every few decades, there are many cases of people going missing in Fosbello and several surrounding villages, and the Demacian Guard has investigated the situation there several times, and at first we thought it was an evil mage who was haunted by it......"

Glancing at Memi, who was dressed in a robe, Brofield decided to skip describing what the Demacians thought of mages.

"But later, the forbidden demon couldn't find any trace of the mage at all, and even the forbidden demon disc showed that there was no sign of the flow of magic elements, after many inquiries and visits, in desperation, the forbidden demon guards could only record the murmurs of some villagers, only saying that it was 'collective hysteria', and they didn't understand what was going on until the end.

If the problem cannot be solved, the Praetorian Guard can only forcibly take away the relevant witnesses of the incident, and strictly ban the news of the scarecrow to prevent the fear from spreading. ”

Milton sneered, he wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to taunt.

"Whisper...... Hehe, you Demacia are really civilized and democratic enough, Captain Blofeld, I don't know if you know, the scarecrow has also been to the Emerald Territory, and in the case of missing people, we 'barbarians' are not so good, although we have paid some costs, but we still figure out what the hell is hurting our people, learn a little Captain Brofield, and see how we Noxian barbarians do things......"

Shaking his head at the somewhat angry Tina, Brofield did not refute Milton's words, but silently watched Milton and said to the short female mage beside him.

"Mage Memi, I'd like to hear your advice."

After bowing her head and muttering for a while, Memi whispered.

"The source of the gray fog is between these bleeding stakes, and we must destroy the stakes to break the flowing gray fog and get out of this strange space, but the problem is ...... It's not that easy. ”

Frowning, Milton sighed and set his eyes on the scarecrow.

"If I'm not mistaken, the problem must be with the Dread Demon, right?"