"You don't understand that any resistance is meaningless under absolute power, and in my eyes you Ionian resistance is like a rabbit caught by a hunter kicking its legs helplessly, without threat, but with loveliness.

To put it mildly to you, to be able to give you Ionians the same treatment is already my extrajudicial favor, if Blanc is in power, the defeated Ionians can only be third-class slaves, and in Noxus, third-class slaves are not considered people, even if they are killed in the street, no one cares. ”

"If you want to kill, you have to listen to it! I have nothing to talk about with you, the aggressor! ”

"But I have something to talk to you about, I will not kill you, on the contrary, I will treat you well, you Ionians want to assassinate me, just take this opportunity to show you how I broke the soul of you Ionians."

The nightmarish voice echoed in Brest's mind, over and over again, with humiliation in the marrow of the marrow and shivering in the soul.

Obviously speaking an Ionian-style language, the man who stands tall is completely on the opposite side of Ionia, indifferent and indifferent like a statue, as if he is standing there to trample Ionia under his feet.

Aside from the fact that Brest was not humiliated, his self-esteem was severely trampled upon.

"What the hell have you done! Why would Ionia invite such demons! Kalmar! Why don't you save your people? ”

In the main camp of Noxus, the prisoner cart on the high platform is the best viewing platform, to the east you can see the smoke-filled village of Gruss, to the north you can see the Ionians roaring and killing, and to the south you can see the Ionians galloping all the way.

Unfettered by shackles, Brest in the prison car felt like he couldn't breathe, as if he would die in the next moment.

There was a shouting of killing from all directions, judging from the number of people alone, the military formation of less than 5,000 people seemed to break as soon as it rushed, and the warriors who saw the dragon on weekdays actually formed an army to launch a charge, and the murderous aura was awe-inspiring, compared with the dead and narrow military formation of the Noxians, the Ionians were like a cloud of lava falling from the sky, who stood in the way and died.

At this moment, Brest could not find any reason for the defeat of the Ionians...... If he hadn't seen real Noxian coldness.

The indifferent dragon raised his eyes and looked down at the flock of sheep that were constantly criing before him, and the sheep did not yet know that they had half a foot in the grave.

"Don't come, don't come! Come on! Let's go!!! Get out of here!!! ”

Brest wept and let out a hoarse warning cry, but alas, neither the indifferent Noxian soldiers near the prison cart nor the Ionians further away seemed to hear it.

Maybe you won't care if you hear it.

When Brest clearly saw the first hideous face belonging to the Ionians in the north, the beautiful land lit up with a beautiful pale blue rune glow without warning, and the complex rune circle was fleeting, and the next second, the fierce gunpowder violently spat out tongues of fire into the sky, and then scattered a blood mist and severed limbs in the flying dirt and grass, crushing the flesh and blood within ten meters.

Then, as more and more triggered magic alchemy bombs were set off by the Ionians, the explosions became dense, stopping the momentum of the charge for the first time, slowing the pace of the crowd.

For Ionia, the light meant that they had been caught in a despicable trap and needed to slow down and be cautious, while for the Noxian artillery, it meant that the enemy was within the calibrated range of the artillery.

So, the Grim Reaper slashed the sickle in his hand and reaped the fresh life like wheat.

The infantry artillery, which had long been ready to go, replaced it with grapeshot shells born for slaughter, and in a deafening explosion, it spit out one dense fan-shaped barrage after another.

The unavoidable flat terrain became a living Crimson Graveyard.

Whether it was the soldiers of the Second Militia Regiment or the high-ranking assassins of the Brotherhood hidden in it, they all became unarmed ordinary people at the moment, and they were shattered at the touch of a button;

Whether the Ionians were wearing cotton clothes or steel armor, they were now turned into rice paper that was wet with water, and it would break when stabbed.

Under all beings, before the muzzle, there is only equality in death.

The Ionians, who were lucky enough to avoid the magic mines, finally crashed into the iron curtain that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the oncoming high-speed steel balls scraped through the charging crowd like boning steel knives, and the internal organs and flesh were smashed into pieces along with the bones, and Brest was stunned by the blood mist that rushed into the sky, but his hoarse throat could no longer make a sound.

In just a few breaths, the Ionians, who had been nurtured by the newborn soil for decades, were worthless pieces of meat, and the desecration of life and courage by the weapons of war was terrifying, and the wounded were completely broken.

Under several rounds of shelling, nearly 10,000 soldiers had lost more than half, but they did not touch the corners of the enemy's clothes at all.

The sheer superiority in numbers became the straw that broke the camel's back, and the soldiers of the Second Ionian Militia Regiment, who had never experienced such fragility and cheapness of life, finally abandoned the fanaticism and determination of a few minutes ago, and turned their heads and fled to the rear with screams and cries like a walking corpse that had lost their minds.

This made the Noxian musketeers, who were about to pull the trigger and fire a volley at a live target, with a look of regret and no choice but to turn the muzzle.

The formation of the charge was torn apart, and the Brotherhood killers mixed with the militia cannon fodder were exposed, and they also became cannon fodder that they looked down on, and they died at gunpoint one after another.

At this moment, the Ionians, baptized by artillery and bullets, just want to leave this man-eating demonic purgatory, far away from Presidium, and find a place away from the demons.

"Haha!! Defeated, we defeated, the Noxians are simply invincible, and in the face of such a demon, the Ionians will never win! We will die, and if we are torn to pieces by this group of demons, even the Blooming Spirit Flower will not accept our souls! We're defeated!! ”

The oncoming wind brought the smell of blood and rust, and the laughing Sugino touched his damp cheeks, but it was a scarlet color, he knew that it was the broken soul and courage of the Ionians.

"Lord Hardy, I'm going to run away, to a place where there are no Noxians, to live my life, away from these demons,

I finally understood that there is no shame in running away in the face of Noxians! I'm not ashamed! Ha ha...... Who wants to die like this if they can live!! ”

Letting go of the trembling throwing knife, Hardy, who was a little dazed, still couldn't make a move on Sugino as a fugitive general, he just couldn't figure out what the point of so many plans and preparations was other than the death of so many brave Ionians?

The offensive to the north had been easily thwarted by the Noxians, who had paid for the lives of thousands of Ionians with zero casualties, including high-ranking Assassins prepared by the Brotherhood......

This is the result of this war...... It's ridiculous.

Maybe being a smart person like Sugino.

Staring at the Ionians fleeing towards him, Hardy shuddered and pulled out the bayonet at his waist, smiled bitterly, and stabbed the poisoned bayonet into his abdomen.

He would rather end his life with his own hands than at the hands of a Noxian.

"Lord, I am ashamed of your cultivation, and I will not be able to continue to be faithful to you...... It's all over, Ionia, it's impossible to defeat such an enemy......"

The main force of the north was about to collapse at the touch of a button, and the warriors in the south who were about to kill the Noxian black guards were directly stunned, and the plan could not catch up with the changes, seeing that those Noxian soldiers wearing black armor were outflanking on both sides, the warriors gradually slowed down, neither advancing nor retreating, and many people had secretly retreated.

Just kidding, even a strong man who knows how to use magic to fight can't withstand the shelling, don't you see that the friendly forces in the north have been routed? Wouldn't it be self-defeating for more than a thousand people to take advantage of the chaos and still do something, and collide head-on with the Noxian army?

"Master Jingmu, what should we do?"

"What can I do? Fight with the Noxians! ”

"That's right! Fight with them! Master of Pure Wood! We're with you! ”

"Master Pure Wood?"

"Huh? Where is Master Joki? ”

"Huh? Wasn't it just running ahead? ”

"Everyone's looking for Master Pure Wood?"

The warrior who ran in the front looked around, but he didn't see any trace of Jingmu at all, but the voice of the warrior came from the rear, as if he had found the backbone.

"Master Jingmu is here! Get out of the way! Let Master Jingmu decide! ”

In the scattered crowd, Jingmumu, who was smiling and smiling, stood up, only he noticed that the blood plum who was following the team was gone, and he didn't know when she ran away.

At the time of the makeshift meeting of the Ionian warriors, the Noxian Black Guard had formed an encirclement, and behind the Black Guard, the Noxian line infantry armed with rifles pointed the muzzles of the black holes at the warriors, and placed their fingers outside the trigger guard to avoid accidental injury.

In the 'All Eyes of the People', a cold sweat broke out on Jingmu's forehead.

"Well, everyone calm down first, I think there may be some misunderstanding in this, don't be impulsive......"

"Just kidding!? What's the misunderstanding!? Aren't we here to fight the Noxians? ”

"Yes! Master of Pure Wood! You name it! Guys fight with the Noxian barbarians! ”

"What martial arts do you learn if you are afraid of death? Slay these barbarians with me! ”

As he spoke, many warriors had already thrown out the hidden weapons in their hands and killed the nearest black guard, and the hidden weapon ping pong sparked on the black guard's heavy armor, but he couldn't even see a scratch.

If the hidden weapon is ineffective, you can only fight closely, but you don't know that you are killing yourself.

The magic struck the armor made of magic steel, and the pale aura was as fleeting as an epiphany.

Ignoring the warrior's attack, the Black Guard already occupied the advantage of the long weapon and armor, and directly ignored the warrior's attack, and the two-handed greatsword in his hand slashed head-on like a whirlwind gate, cutting off the incredible Ionian warrior.

The riot soon subsided with the tragic death of all the Ionian warriors, I thought it was a tragic song belonging to the Ionian warriors, but I never thought that because the difference in strength was too large, from beginning to end it gave people a sense of absurdity of a butcher killing chickens.

Fortunately, after killing the hard bones, the black-armored soldier who was as thick as a mountain did not continue to raise the butcher knife at the person who did not move.

After such a play, the hot-blooded Ionian warriors also had to weigh whether there was any point in their desperate efforts.

No matter how high the martial arts are, they can't even break other people's armor, so it's still a hair?

A group of warriors of the main battle faction died, and the neutral faction naturally turned to the surrender faction, so the warriors once again set their eyes on the bald head of the leader of the main battle faction, Jingmu, and the warriors who had a retrospective taste turned the spearhead with a yin and yang strange aura and looked at the dragon warrior monks led by Jingmu.

"Master Jingmu, we were organized by you, don't you say? Is it a hit or how to drop? We all listen to you! ”

Jingmu glanced at the speaker, and his face couldn't help but darken, listen, is this talking about human words? I didn't invite you, didn't you come here to make a name for yourself?

But if Jingmu took the initiative to bow his head and surrender, he wouldn't be able to pull his face.

With his mouth open, the eloquent Joki didn't know what to say.

Shuoji Temple actually wants to go against the Noxians, and it has really been bad for eight lifetimes.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, a beautiful female mage in a purple dress stepped out of the way of the black-armored soldiers, and said words in pure Ionian that were like whispers of the devil.

"The Imperial Commander has decreed that for the next ten minutes, neither Noxians nor Ionians, will be held accountable for attacks and killings against Imperial soldiers, and that those who surrender will be free with only one head, and two heads will be eligible for allegiance to the Empire,

Ten minutes later, the Empire will refuse to surrender without a head, and will be killed on the spot. ”

After saying this, the eyes of the Ionian warriors had changed, the eyes of trust disappeared, and there was more wariness and suspicion between the eyes, and their bodies tensed and moved away from each other.

Seeing that people's hearts were about to disperse because of a word, Jingmu could only grit his teeth and make a final struggle.

"The demon girl Hugh is going to demagogue again! For Ionia! We will not give in! I won't do anything to my companions! Kill!! Get rid of the enchantress with me! ”

It's a pity that this sentence was said too late, and the hesitation and evasion again and again made Jingmu lose the hearts of the people, and also dispersed the courage that was finally gathered.

Like a corrupt flower blooming in the crowd, the once decisive meaning was stained with the dust called cowardice, and it fell.

Only the dragon attendant warrior monk, who was both prosperous and lossy, responded to Jingmu's words and followed Jingmu and rushed towards the female mage, and the others just looked at each other coldly.

Seeing this, Sindra indifferently retreated into the crowd, and dozens of Black Guards took the initiative to charge like tanks, fighting with the bare-handed dragon attendant warrior monks, and in the first round, more than a dozen monks were killed by a single sword.

Seeing that the strength was so strong that the dragon warrior monk was no different from other ordinary warriors in front of these black-armored soldiers, the warriors' resistance was completely shattered, and they no longer had any hope, and many people had already pinched the hidden weapon in their hands and stared at the pass to freedom.

As everyone knows, it is true that the dragon warrior monk is one in a thousand monks, but the black guards who have undergone special training are not vegetarians, not to mention that they are also equipped with divine weapons that condense the wisdom of the empire.

Even the fists and kicks with the magic power of the Dragon Fist could not penetrate the heavy armor of the magic steel, and they could only rely on their agile body to constantly maneuver with the Black Guard, and then be slashed by someone with a sword when the flaws were exposed or tired, and this was when the Black Guard did not turn on the bloodthirsty rage.

The Black Guard is the most elite greatsword heavy armor warrior in the Emerald Territory of the Noxus Empire, born for war, and belongs to the Zhenguo-level force, and the Dragon Attendant Warrior Monk is just a highly talented warrior who follows the Dragon Warrior Monk to practice Dragon Fist, and this is not a fair duel from the beginning, so there is no suspense about the outcome of this battle

The dragon warrior monks around him fought less and less, but the warriors behind him were still standing in place watching the play, and Jingmu was completely desperate.

"Don't do it yet!? Do you really think the Noxians will let you go? ”

Who knows, these words fell, but the Ionian warrior who had not moved was sneaking towards his companion who was immersed in the battle, and the hidden weapon flew into the flesh, and after a few muffled snorts, someone had already killed his former companion, quickly cut off the head, and rushed to the black guard with the head, scolding at Jingmu.

"It's all your fault! We shouldn't have rebelled against the Noxians in the first place! If it weren't for you! We wouldn't have died so many people at all! ”

"Yes! Knowing that the Noxians would not attack the innocent, you still united with the bastards of the Brotherhood to incite us against the Noxians!

Look! Where have all the Navoli rats you had high hopes for? And where is that stinky bitch who follows the team and demagogues? You said! ”

"He can talk a fart! He himself swayed, and the slogan was shouted loudly, but it was embellished at the end for us to die in vain, haven't you seen through the nature of this bastard Jingmu? He doesn't deserve to be a master at all! ”

Seeing that the warrior carrying the human head was not killed by the black armor warrior, and the remaining Ionian warriors killed the people around him in this invective one after another, Joki listened to the curse words in his ear, and spat out a mouthful of blood directly under the anger of the attack, and was beheaded by the black guard with a sword.

Ironically, there was an Ionian warrior who didn't have the confidence to make a move, his eyes lit up, and he bowed his waist with Xiao Xiao under the gaze of the Black Guard, carefully picked up the head of Jingmu's death, and spat in his face, insulting the pass in his hand that could keep him alive in an Ionian language that the Black Guard soldiers did not understand.

"Unfortunately, the time has come."

Glancing at the jadeite mechanical watch made by the Emerald Collar, Sindra turned away indifferently, not even looking at those 'compatriots'.

Sure enough, as the teacher expected, the weak only dared to swing their swords at the weaker, and there was not a single one of so many Ionians who dared to attack the soldiers of Noxus, it was really ...... Not surprisingly disappointing.

If such a kingdom is not ruled by Noxus, what is the reason for heaven?

"Let go of those who have one head, and let go of those who have two heads, and the rest of them ...... Leave no mouth alive. ”

A big chapter of 5,000 words, asking for a monthly ticket and a reward

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