Finally lived in a makeshift resettlement house near the edge of the forest, maybe it was time to run, and the sixteen people in the same room were all considered to be self-contained, and at least they didn't have to worry about someone stabbing themselves for a little dry food.

Time was very tight, using ready-made timber to build a house with others in the morning, and it was time to assign tasks after lunch, seeing that his roommates were all arranged into the 'defense construction unit', I thought that he was the same, to the surprise of Terry, the person who came was not some 'deputy general' or the overseer arranged by Nairhart, but a centurion of the Third Militia Regiment.

"Wilder Pittman, Centurion of the Third Militia Regiment, is primarily responsible for battlefield medical ...... Long story short, I heard that you are a herbalist in Brad Village? Can you recognize these three plants? The tall Wilder glanced at the herb basket and the herb scythe under the table, and placed three different herbs on the table in turn, but his attention was more attracted by the middle-aged man who looked extremely reliable in front of him.

Of course, it's not that people go out in middle age to open up new sexual fetish channels unintentionally, but that the man in front of him fits his own definition of a warrior very well.

The muscles of the right arm are particularly developed, the five fingers of both hands are covered with calluses like iron, the two fingers of the right hand are covered with leather bow and arrow wrenches, a leather armor battle skirt, a long-handled bird's beak war hammer hangs on the right side, and a hard-looking horned bow and quiver are carried behind him, only the head is without a helmet, and a few reddish-brown dirty braids are tied behind his head with a dark red belt.

Wilder looks like a fighter who can fight tough battles, and Specialy finally has a sense of reality that he is going to battle.

"I recognize these herbs." Sweeping the three herbs on the table, Terry knew that this was his best chance to get rid of Nairhart, he was never a man with lofty ideals, he didn't want to make any achievements, he didn't want to be a hero who guarded Ionia, he just wanted to follow a strong man to survive on the battlefield and return to his family.

Being recruited by Wilder is not much better than being one of Nerhart's men.

"Sword-like leaves, stems erect, multi-branched, with light gray hairs attached to the stem, and black-brown in the underground...... This is the sword leaf grass, generally grown in the shade of the humid air, can be decoction or ground into juice with bandage external application, with the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying, hemostasis and swelling, flocculent flower core, with a long stalk, the leaves shrink when exposed to water, flattened into a dark green oval when drought...... This is the original leaf of Aina, which grows on the shore of a lake or the shore of a water, and can only be applied externally, with a strong local anesthetic and analgesic effect...... rhizomes, single-leaved alternate......" Before Terry could finish the third herb, Wilder patted Terry on the shoulder, a smile of appreciation on his face as he grinned in pain.

"Terry, I know that you have real skills, remember, you will be my Wilder's person in the future, bring your tools with me, and we will go collect medicine." …… At the same time, on the high ground of the salient on both sides of the Phantom River, some soldiers of the First Militia Regiment of Presidium were controlling a catapult and the soldiers of the Second Militia Legion rushing straight down in a burning boat to flank the Noxian fleet on the narrow river, and more soldiers were arrayed in two rows on the tall tree wall spawned by the Ionian Evoker along the coast, and with the bow and crossbow in their hands, they condescendingly threw flaming arrows at the Noxians on the ship, and the Ionian martial arts masters hidden in the shadows were ready to attack, Always ready to fight your way into the ranks and take the lives of the Noxian officers.

Everywhere you look, there are raging fires, looking up at the flying arrows in the sky, there is no place in the sky and on the ground, and even under the surface of the river, there are countless experts who are proficient in water with the help of nature mages to crack the Noxian rune defense array, which greatly accelerates the consumption of black lightning's spiritual power.

For the soldiers of Noxus, this boring war against the Ionians was finally no longer a petty fight, and tens of thousands of Ionians besieged them at the same time, and instead of feeling fear, they ignited the belligerent blood in their bodies.

"Fire!"

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! At this moment when the Ionians were doing their best, the Noxians also showed their hideous minions, and hundreds of smoothbore guns that had long been ready to fire erupted into a skyrocketing fire in just a dozen seconds, but the projectiles that shot out of the fireworks were not solid bullets, but specially concocted explosive bombs, some aimed at the fireships of the suicide attack, and some aimed at the shore tree wall that hindered the landing.

In the sound of artillery fire, dozens of fireships loaded with fire oil were sunk without accident, and the 'Ionian death squads' on the sunken ships were turned into merrily dancing fire men in the water.

On the other side, the tight tree wall that blocked the landing of the Noxians was also invaded by artillery, and in an instant it was shrouded in a firelight, sawdust sparks flew and hundreds of Ionian archers were torn into a mist of blood by the blast wave of the explosion, and the lucky ones who did not die were also deaf and dazzled with missing arms and legs, but unfortunately no matter how loud the wail was not as loud as the Noxians' cannons, and no one had extra energy to help the wounded who fell to the ground, in the first shelling, the brave Ionians wavered for the first time about the victory or defeat of this war.

By the time the frightened Ionians retracted from the tree wall, the smoothbore cannon was replaced with solid shells, and under the dense salvo, the tall tree wall that had been shaken in the firelight was shattered in the jigsaw formed by the cannonballs, and many martial arts masters who were ambushed behind the tree wall were physically reset before they left the factory brand new, which was completely different from the imaginary fame, and they died in obscurity from beginning to end.

The Ionians, who had tasted what it meant to be saturated, did not know that the magic cannon of the Meteorite, which incorporated ancient magic technology, and the Ice Dragon Cannon from Freeljord, had not yet appeared, and compared to these two weapons of war against humanity, the smoothbore cannon was just a cute baby in the history of war in the Land of Runeterra.

Under the cover of dragon birds, the Imperial fleet that broke through the tree wall on the east bank began to put down small boats to transport soldiers to force landing, and the battle under the ship was not weaker than that on the ship, under the Phantom River, the Noxian soldiers won an overwhelming victory underwater with advanced Hex weapons, and the breathing mask that released oxygen through a simple chemical reaction and the light leather armor with a certain anti-cutting ability were enough to make up for the disadvantage of the Noxians who were not good at water, coupled with the harpoon chain gun that could attack from a distance, the Ionian naval army was quickly defeated by the Noxians, For most Ionians, they did not understand that this was an absolute disparity brought about by technology, and that experiencing this nightmarish war was like calling themselves to an offense against the harmony of nature, and this unbearable curse quickly overwhelmed all psychological defenses.

The Ionians in charge of the ship-digging had no chance to wait for the natural mage to crack the annoying rune magic at the bottom of the ship, and could only watch as the Noxian soldiers slaughtered at them, followed by the corpses pierced by harpoon chain guns.

Blood rippled at the bottom of the river, but most of the corpses floating on the surface were Ionians.

The Imperial Army, like a war beast made of countless dark red gears, crushed all obstacles in its path with unstoppable heavy steps, and in the midst of defeat, the proud Ionians finally understood the weight of the 'Noxian Empire'.

"General Bretus! The men of the Second Legion have withdrawn! Let's withdraw too! The Noxians rely on this advanced artillery to wipe us out! This is not how this battle should be fought! "On the highland salient of the riverbank mountains, Brest, the general of the 1st Ionian Militia Regiment, put down the monoculars from the Noxian Empire and looked at his adjutant with a tearful eye—anyone who has carefully planned a war will not be hit by a sudden dimensionality reduction.

It was expected to resist for a week to buy the soldiers of the Third Army time to establish a defensive line in the rear, but the fact was that they resisted for only one morning before the whole army was routed - he could not have dreamed of such a terrible thing.

"Then how do you think this battle should be fought? Did you know that once the Noxians landed on the East Coast, they would be able to go straight to Presidium!? With this dangerous place and the defense line of Gruss Village not built, how can we fight against this group of monsters!? Of course we can return! But if we retreat, we will push Précidian into the fire pit! In the face of some hysterical generals, the adjutant's face was also blue and white, this is simply an unsolvable problem, he doesn't know how to refute, but he knows that he must refute, otherwise nearly 20,000 people will die here worthlessly, and Precidian will really be finished.

Diaphragm

"But how can we resist on the coast? Since the Noxian artillery can destroy our tree walls, it can destroy all our fortifications, as long as we are within the attack range of the Noxian gunboats, we can only sit and wait! The red-eyed adjutant pointed his trembling finger at the broken wall of trees along the shore.

"Let our warriors die worthless under such an attack, neither slowing down the Noxians nor inflicting an effective counterattack on the Noxians, General Brest! I don't understand what the point of this is! Just because you can't fight Noxus now doesn't mean you can't fight it in the future! We are the only force that can stand up to defend Précidian, and if we die here, will we count on the coalition of those villages to resist such an enemy? Checkmate! We must survive to find a way to fight the Noxians! The fist clenched and released, and after a few times, Brest, gritting his teeth, took a deep breath and stared at the Noxian battle flag fluttering in the wind on the east bank, as if to remember this unbearable humiliation with his soul.

"You're right, we must retreat, retreat to the village of Gruss! Since we can't beat their gunboats! Let's fight this war on land! How long can it be delayed! I heard that the Grand Commander of Noxus went out with the army this time, as long as we can capture or assassinate the Grand Commander of the Empire, we will still have to fight this battle! ”…… Compared with yesterday's Presidian, today's Presidium is more deserted and depressed, there are hardly any pedestrians on the street, and the occasional pedestrians are also in a hurry, carrying their bags all the way east, as if they want to escape from Presidian.

The news of the collapse of the First Militia Legion, which had been operating for a month, in just one morning, spread like the cry of a migratory bird to a peaceful and ancient holy place, giving every Ionian a taste of what a fiasco is, and the gap between ideals and reality is too great to make any confident Ionian not hesitate to pack his bags and embark on the road of wandering...... In their opinion, it was perhaps better to die at the hands of the robbers of the mountain road than to be ruled by the demonic Noxian barbarians.

Only Jax, who had lived in the magnificent Federait, knew that it might be more meaningful to let the Noxians under Lyster rule Ionia than to live in the muddy life of the Ionians themselves, not to mention that in the face of the invasion of Maudecaesar's Legion of the Underworld, Federait could easily repel the monsters that were not human and ghostly, but Présidian could never become the victor in the battle of life and death.

The Ionians living in heaven would not understand the malice of the dead of the underworld and the monsters of the void towards this world, it was a cruel war that even Shurima's invincible warriors of the gods could drive mad, and who among mortals could take it?

"Did you hear that? Knowing that after the defeat of the First Militia Legion, Shang Zan's Shuoji Temple sent a team of dragon warrior monks to support the Vajra Sect, and the sect master of the Vajra Sect is currently a guest at the Wind Resisting Sword Art Dojo, presumably to invite the old sword saint to fight against the Noxians. ”

"Speaking of Lord Sword, this is a living legend, my grandfather told me a lot of stories when he was still alive...... It is said that when the Sword Saint was young, he encountered the incident of slaughtering the village, and Lord Cunfeng relied on the Jinganti Taidao in his hand, and it was actually a person who killed the bandit cottage entrenched on Longcrest Mountain, a village of more than 300 people, and the blood flowed like a river in a day and a night, and there was not even a person who could breathe. ”

"If the old swordmaster can still have such a ability now, maybe he can really repel the Noxians, if you want me to say, we have so many strong people in Prexidian, we can't really be beaten by the Noxians and can't hold our heads up, right?" Diaphragm

"Well, that being said, not too many people don't want to take care of things? Not to mention Karma, who has been reincarnated and rebuilt, you see that the dragon is usually the most conspicuous, this time the Noxians invaded but became a shrunken turtle, maybe secretly ready to take refuge in the Noxians, and the Balance Sect, I don't know what to do with walking around with my face covered all day long, I don't think it's useless to walk around, I still have to look at the brotherhood at a critical time, don't look at those people who do things like stealing chickens and dogs all day long, and being brave enough to stand up when the foreign invasion is enough to show that they are heroes......"

"Hero, not necessarily, right? Those people are just killers who see money, kill innocents for money, don't raise them too high, I'm disgusting. Taking a sip of the cider in his hand, Jax picked up the cane containing the Eternal Flame, put on his hood, and left the tavern.

"Want to get into the water? It seems that I should go, it would be a pity that such a character died in the war. ”