Twenty minutes later.

The entire civilian population of Triwell was concentrated in the square in the clearing, and as a large frontier city, there were tens of thousands of people.

They cowered and gathered together, their eyes reflected in the light of the fire burning from outside the city, and their hearts were terrified.

For they knew that the flames were burning with the soldiers of Noxus.

What happened to them?

In the face of Demacia's great power, these civilians did not even have the courage to resist, and they felt nothing but fear and despair.

Lu Qi was standing at the entrance to these squares at this moment, and his eyes were tens of thousands of heads, and he was expressionless, thinking thoughtfully.

Too many captives are also a problem.

Most of these people are civilians, not a threat, but there are too many people.

If it were Noxus, I'm afraid I would kill some of them directly, or all of them altogether.

"Well, we're not Noxus after all."

Ignoring the idea of killing all of them in his mind, Lu Qi turned around and ordered: "Inform Demacia, send another 20,000 troops." At the same time, a prisoner of war camp was built in the city, divided into four camps in the southeast, northwest, and middle, each camp of 8,000 people, and guarded by 500 soldiers. ”

It's easy to kill them all, but what is the difference between them and Noxus when they do it.

After all, he became the person he hated the most?

Demacia has its own bottom line, and it is precisely because of this that Demacia is called Demacia, not Noxia.

Keeping some prisoners of war can also help the army march to carry supplies, and it can also save a lot of trouble.

Some of the prisoners of war were slightly relieved to hear that they had been able to save their lives, while others were still terrified.

Lucie stepped forward, glanced at everyone, and said, "Although Demacia will not treat captives well, he will not treat you as beasts either. As long as you are honest, you can save your life. ”

"But there are those who are not at ease, and there is no forgiveness for killing."

His calm gaze made the captives feel like they were falling into an ice cave.

After a pause, Lucci asked again, "Who among you knows how to deliver a message to your main city as quickly as possible?" ”

When these words fell, a group of prisoners of war looked at each other, not knowing why.

But soon, in the crowd, a person raised his hand and walked out tremblingly, he was a young and thin man, who lowered his head at the moment, not daring to look directly at Lu Qi.

"My lord, I am Triwell's messenger. We usually use a magical beast called the Greenwing to deliver the message, and it will take about four days to send it from Treville to the main city at the earliest. ”

His tone was not choppy, but high and low, as if he was afraid of upsetting Luqi.

Lu Qi looked at him and said loudly, "Very well, since you are a messenger, you should know how to deliver a letter, right?" ”

The man hesitated, nodded again, then raised his hand and put it in his mouth, blowing a loud whistle.

The whistle was loud, and within a while, a small monster with cyan wings flew from the sky.

Apparently the green-winged bird in charge of delivering the message.

Lu Qi glanced at the blue-winged bird that rested affectionately on the man's shoulder, and asked, "How many such birds are there?" ”

The man replied, "There are about a hundred green-winged birds that live in Trewell, but I can only call seven or eight." ”

"That's enough."

Lu Qi nodded slightly, took a pen and paper, wrote a letter himself, and handed it to the man.

"Let it be delivered to your main city, preferably for Darkwell to see. Also, look at the contents of the letter, I want you to send it to a few more places so that it can spread as quickly as possible. ”

Lu Qi said while explaining, then looked at the man and showed a smile: "This matter is a matter of your life and death, take care of it." ”

The man subconsciously glanced at the letter, and then was stunned.

I saw that the content of the letter was roughly that Demacia was going to trade prisoners of war with Noxus.

It's really a matter of life and death, aren't they prisoners of war at the moment?

Are they being traded?

That is, if Darkwell is willing to trade, they can get out of here?

Realizing this, the man repeatedly promised: "Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely do it." ”

"Very well, treat him well."

Lu Qi nodded in satisfaction, explained to the soldiers, and left the square.

These prisoners of war must be dealt with after all, otherwise Demacia has been raising them, and they have to be careful to be careful, and they will also consume manpower and material resources and food.

It's better to "sell" to Noxus.

Now it depends on whether the kings of these people are willing to buy them.

The news of Demacia's march naturally can't be hidden from Noxus at this time, so there is no need to hide it anymore.

Next, it's up to Noxus to respond.

After leaving the square, Luki soon meets Quinn, who is approaching.

After she stopped, she reported to Lu Qiyu: "Your Highness, it is estimated that there are nearly a million gold coins looted in the city of Trivill this time, countless treasures, and countless supplies and grain and grass, roughly calculated, which can be used by the army for at least a month. ”

After listening, Lu Qi's eyes also lit up slightly.

Millions of gold coins and countless supplies, no wonder Noxus likes to feed war with war, just fighting a Triwell is so rich, and there is still a long battle to be fought in the future.

The matter of counting the supplies was left to someone else to deal with.

Lu Qi found a place to rest, and then took out the key to check the information.

One of the battlefield flowers sent a message that she had also landed on the Shurima continent, and then was experiencing a big sandstorm and was camping for refuge, which was not a big problem, but it might hinder the progress of the army a little.

The weather is disturbing, and no one can do anything about it.

Then Luqi looked at Lev, as the army that also led 30,000 troops to march from the direction of Lunvol Castle.

At this moment, he had bypassed the Gate of Sorrow, and was basically in sync with Luki's troops, and was on the mountain peaks north of Trewell.

Expected to continue their departure soon, they are targeting a city in Noxus, Boleham.

Luci, on the other hand, would lead his army and continue its march eastward, targeting another city, Grovet.

In a flash, four days passed.

Located in Noxus, the central town, the Immortal Fortress.

Located in the very center of Noxus' vast territory, Noxus is so vast that it would take at least four days for a letter from the border to be delivered, even if it was delivered with a fast Warcraft.

And today, a piece of news instantly detonated the entire main city.

"Demacia called?"

"Besides, Trewell has fallen!"

"Really?"

"It's true, the border defense is now in full swing."

"What's going on?"

On the streets, there are discussions everywhere, and many complex emotions are mixed together, shocked, puzzled, incredulous, and angry abound.

Demacia would choose to attack at this juncture?

It was a first in history, or a first in the first place.

The two sides have been pulling back and forth for hundreds of years, but this is the first time that Demacia has taken the initiative to attack.

At this time, this issue is also being discussed in the power center of the Immortal Fortress.

"Damn it, border idiots, empty paid waste!"

Darkwell's angry letter slammed on the table, his forehead bruised and his expression dark.

The letter was a request for help from Terry Well, and an update on the information.

Trewell has fallen, all soldiers have been killed, and civilians have been taken prisoner.

He never thought that he would learn about Demacia's call at this time.

"My lord, at this moment, we should hurry up and send troops to support, if Demacia is really moving, I am afraid they will not stop."

One of the ministers stood up and said with an anxious face: "If the time of delivery is followed, I am afraid that they have already attacked the city of Kekel at this moment." ”

When Darkwell heard this, he immediately ordered: "Send troops to support, not just support, I want them to take back the lost border defenses." What about Kree? Go, find him! ”

At present, how to regain the lost border defense is the most important.

Thinking of this, Darkwell couldn't help but clench his fists, and his heart was even more annoyed.

For so many years, Noxus never really attacked Demacia, and as a result, they turned around and came in from Triwell.

This wave of attacks was beyond everyone's expectations.

Not to mention, it was a scorching time for them to send troops to support Ionia.

While attacking Ionia, he also had to bear the strong forces of Demacia on his back, a situation that inevitably worried the ministers present.

One of the ministers stood up and persuaded, "My lord, it is better to send back some of the troops sent to Ionia." We've faced Demacia many times over the years, and their strength is truly evident to all. ”

"yes." One of the ministers stood up and said, "What's more, they've lifted the ban on magic now, and there's too much we don't know. It would not be wise to insist on attacking Ionia at this time. ”

Is Demacia strong?

Definitely strong.

Otherwise, Noxus, an arrogant country, would never allow Demacia to occupy a fertile land.

It is precisely because they can't beat it that they have been fighting each other all these years.

Now, the old opponent suddenly changed his normal situation and took the initiative to knock on the door.

Naturally, they should be nervous.

Darkwell sat on the throne, his expression even more uncertain.

His mood was already extremely irritable at the moment, and his original plan was to choose the next heir to the throne, and then quickly abdicate and go to Ionia to find the elixir of life.

However, for so long, the Black Rose Incident that caused a stir a while ago has just been suppressed.

Suddenly, news of Demacia's attack was received.

This moment disrupted all his plans.

If he withdrew the forces attacking Ionia at this moment, how could he find the elixir?

Without the elixir, his body would not last long before it collapsed.

But if you don't deal with the current Demacia, they are ready to attack, I'm afraid they can directly hit the immortal fortress.

Demacia has unlocked the ban on demons, and Darkwell, who knows the power of magic, can imagine that Demacia, who is not weak, can be said to be transformed.

Names flashed through his mind, who else could stop Demacia at this time?

Kree?

Perhaps, but not enough.

Svein.

The name flashed and Darkwell was on the verge of sinking his toenails into the flesh.

If Svein was there, he would definitely be the most suitable person to take on this task.

However, Svein had already been disposed of by himself.

Soon, another name flashed through Darkwell's mind.

Demir Araus.

The Pale Witch recommended a candidate to succeed to the throne, and Darkwell doesn't trust this person, so maybe it's time to try the depths.

"This time Demacia beat us with an information gap, not necessarily because they are good. The troops sent to Ionia are not in a hurry to be sent back. ”

He gave a slow order, stood up, and looked into the eyes of the ministers: "Send someone to inform Demir Araus that I have appointed him as the general this time, and lead the troops to fight against Demacia, and be sure to recapture the defensive line." ”

Hearing his arrangement, many ministers showed disappointed eyes, but they were quickly covered up.

In this situation, he even insisted on sending troops to Ionia.

At this time, anyone can see that Darkwell is always thinking about the elixir of immortality.

Now we can only hope that Demir Araus can lead his troops to defend Demacia's attack.

Before the meeting was over, another letter was soon delivered.

"Archon, this is a letter from Demacia! It has been tested and is non-toxic. ”

Hear the words.

Darkwell's eyes narrowed, and the letter was taken, then slowly opened, and began to scan the contents.

"Dear Noxian Commander, this is a good letter from a good neighbor.

I think this is the first time we have communicated in the form of letters, and I don't know what to say, so I wish you a good mood, all the best, and a smile on your face. ”

Seeing this, a nameless fire had already surged in Darkwell's heart.

It's time like this, and he can have a good time.

Just by looking at it, he could imagine the slutty face of the person who wrote the letter.

He resisted the thought of tearing the letter apart and continued to look down.

"Treville has a nice view and the air is very fresh. We were very happy and comfortable. ”

"Let's get down to business, there are a little too many people in Trewell, and it's a bit crowded when we get here, I don't think you should mind paying some money to take them away."

"How about the price of two hundred gold per person? With your wealth, I don't think it's a problem. ”

"If you agree, please send a letter to Trewell."

"That's all, before the 28th, if I don't receive a reply, then I will deal with some people from time to time. I don't think you want to see them displaced either. ”

When he saw the letter, Darkwell unconsciously clenched his hand.

He could naturally see that Demacia was clearly trying to trade prisoners.

It just doesn't make sense.

Darkwell had never seen it, and before the battle was over, he was already going to sell the prisoners.

For him, this is tantamount to a humiliation.

Even if it was a prisoner exchange, he would feel better.

But right now, on Noxus's side, how can there be a captive of Demacia?

(End of chapter)