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A man yelled: "Get up!"

Noli felt that the sound was frighteningly familiar, reminding him of the sound of sword blades intersecting. His body subconsciously wanted to do what the man said, but he couldn't get up.

The world was spinning and his vision was blurry. He felt that his eyelids were very heavy. Fortunately, in the next second, a hand lifted him up from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he heard roars and screams, as well as the sound of something cutting open a human body. The sound was very familiar, and he woke up immediately.

Yes, I am on the battlefield, who am I? I am the shield guard of the Trefari Legion, Noli Tris...

Noli woke up completely. He was put on the ground, and a long sword still dripping with blood was handed to his hand. The voice of his general, Darius, reached his ears: "Fight!"

Noli subconsciously took the sword, then turned around and chopped down a Demacian who was charging towards him, while shouting: "As you command!"

He completely remembered that as a member of the Shield Guards, he formed a vanguard army with General Darius, trying to tear apart the Demacian defense line. But they were obviously prepared, and those vicious and damn hypocrites were on both sides.

A large number of repeating crossbows and explosive gunpowder were placed on the cliff on the side.

However, their accompanying mage obviously did not detect this, and the defense line of the shield guard group was quickly torn apart. They were locked in a bitter battle, and the battlefield was divided. Noli was lucky that he was with Darius.

But it's also unfortunate, because as every Noxian knows, Darius only appears in the most dangerous places on the battlefield.

Noli panted and pulled out his long sword from the Demacia man's neck. Somehow, he felt tired. Noli looked down and found that an arrow had been inserted into his abdomen at some point.

, and he didn't notice it at all.

But now is not the time to talk about that.

He looked back and saw that Darius was fighting one against ten. The great ax in his hand was already covered in blood, and he himself didn't seem to mind letting the weapon drink a little more Demacian blood.

Nori watched as his general killed three Demacians with a single horizontal slash.

There was a flaw in their encirclement, and Noli seized it.

He ran up in three steps and attacked a Demacian from behind. The long sword penetrated through the gap in his armor. At this time, Noli was extremely glad that these Demacians were not all

He can wear their damn bright silver armor. Otherwise, the sword in his hand will definitely be broken.

The flaw was expanded again, and Darius would never miss such an opportunity - with the weight and inertia of the ax, he spun, and the whirlwind of death descended on this corner of the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Broken limbs and blood flew everywhere, and some blood even splashed on his face.

But Darius didn't care at all.

He walked into Noli, picked up a shield from the ground and handed it to him. He glanced at the arrow in his abdomen without leaving any trace, and asked in a deep voice: "Commander of the first company of the shield guard group, Sergeant Noli Tris"

,Yeah?"

Noli stood up straight subconsciously. He felt extremely honored to be remembered by Darius, but he did not show it. He saluted: "Yes, General!"

"Now is not the time to care about these etiquettes. Damn it, our people were beaten and scattered in all directions. Can you still hold the shield?"

Noli said nothing, a smile appeared on his dirty and bloody face, and he raised the Demacian iris shield to his chest. Although it was not similar to the large shield he was used to, as long as there was

Shield, Noxus' shield guards will let their enemies know what it means to be indestructible.

They have been fighting a tug-of-war in and around this damn valley for almost half a year. It is usually very chaotic, although a large number of troops will be arranged before the battle. However, due to the terrain, when the two armies are really in close combat, the bayonet will not be seen.

During the Red Hour, formations are often broken up and reorganized. Under such circumstances, it becomes very difficult to issue new orders. However, their commander is Darius.

He led Noli all the way back to fight, creating a new landscape of blood in this valley. Soon someone noticed him, and to the southeast of them, a Noxian flag was erected.

He stood up and kept waving. A man shouted hoarsely: "General!"

Darius was silent. He looked back at Noli and asked, "Can you still hold on?"

Nori nodded, so Darius turned around and shouted loudly: "Noxus! Assemble to me!"

His voice spread far and wide, and he quickly received a response.

"As you command!"

Such roars came from all aspects of the battlefield. Obviously, although they were separated, they were not too far apart. But making such a choice on the battlefield is always a double-edged sword - on the one hand, you can indeed

Reorganize your scattered soldiers, but the enemy will also notice you.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a dozen Demacians to gather around. These people were obviously elites. They wore the kind of Demacian silver steel armor that made Noli hate it. It was so hard.

And there was no gap at all for the sword to penetrate. The leader did not wear a helmet, and he had blond hair.

The two began to go back to back.

Needless to say, several spears were aimed at Noli, but only a small group of people dealt with him, and more people chose to attack Darius.

Noli tried his best to dodge and protect his vitals with a shield, but he still couldn't avoid being stabbed into the calf by a spear. The opponent was very experienced and did not pursue the victory. Instead, he chose to withdraw the spear and kill him with his companions.

They surrounded him.

Amid the pain, bloodshot threads quickly crawled into his eyes.

"You bastard of Demacia!" He roared and swung his shield, blocking another spear thrust. At this time, he hated himself for not holding his spear when he was attacked by the artillery fire falling from the sky.

Otherwise, why would you need to be so restrained? You just need to block his swing and then hold out the spear with your backhand.

"Protect yourself, soldier!"

Darius's voice came from behind him, accompanied by the scream of a German dog. A sneer appeared on the corner of Noli's mouth, and their deaths made him feel happy. But this moment of joy did not last long, and soon,

Several spears came at him again. This time, he was not as lucky as last time.

But he didn't regret it because he stood behind Darius.

With a clang, the shield fell to the ground. Darius pulled out his ax from the Demacian in front of him. He was cut open from his shoulder blades to half of his lower abdomen. He was already dead. No need to look anymore.

, and the remaining Demacians were also afraid of his force and chose to slowly surround him.

He did not look back, even though he knew that the soldiers he rescued were dead. Darius knew very well that the only way to comfort his soul was to kill a few more Demacians.

A few hours later, it was almost dawn.

Noxus won this victory-temporarily. The Demacians will organize another attack soon, and maybe they will bring their damn Dragon Bird Riders. Thinking of this, Darius

I felt a headache.

They have ferocious dragon dogs that can gain an advantage on the ground battlefield, and their large numbers can basically give Noxus an advantage at the beginning of the battle. But when the Demacians put their few

After the Dragon Bird Knight entered the battlefield, things became less optimistic.

Noxus has very few anti-aircraft means, or even none at all. Even though Dragon Bird Knights are rare as a high-level unit, if it takes a hundred to one battle damage ratio to kill one, Darius would rather choose

Change strategy.

He sat on a stone at the exit of the valley, surrounded by corpses. There were Noxians and Demacians. Darius wiped the blood from his ax with a white cloth, which was his habit. Weapon

He has always done the maintenance himself.

Many soldiers passed by him, walking in and out of the valley. Sometimes, they would carry out a lucky man who was still alive. But most of the time they just took out the weapons of their dead brothers.

Darius said nothing until a vastaya with feline features came to him.

Yes, Noxus is very tolerant - no matter what your origin is, you can find your place in this country, even the vastayas who are discriminated against. And in the army, strength is the key.

That makes sense. This Vastaya's name is Myrna, which is very gentle, but the weapon she is accustomed to using is a two-hand axe. She is often the most brutal one in battle.

"What's the matter?" Darius didn't even raise his head, concentrating on cleaning his axe.

"General, someone who claims to be one of General Swain's men just wanted to see you."

His movements paused, and his hand was just on the ax blade. The murderous weapon named 'Black Cutter' flashed a light. Darius asked: "Where is he?"

"I'll be waiting for you in your tent."

After a while.

Inside Darius's tent.

The man in front of him was wearing a tight-fitting leather armor, dark and inconspicuous. His belt was strapped with throwing knives, and two daggers were stuck on his thighs, one on the left and one on the right. He looked very tired.

"Are you from General Swain?" Darius asked.

"Yes, sir. Please take a look." The man said as he took out an information scroll from the inner village of his armor, with Swain's mark on it.

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It's hard to tell whether they are still human or not. They still retain human shapes, their limbs have become pale, and their faces have become weird and elongated. Their mouths are split, and long purple tongues hang on their faces, and they are constantly leaking nausea.

saliva. a strange

Such blasphemy.

Swain looked at these once Noxian civilians with disgust, the anger in his heart growing stronger.

That damn woman...

Thain kicked something in front of them away. It flew up and collapsed several walls. Behind them, there were more such things running towards them. Most of them were gone.

Wearing clothes, those disgustingly twisted gender features swayed around as they moved.

Their skin has turned lavender.

"General! This is not the way to go!" Swain shouted loudly as he ran.

Thain grunted impatiently. Of course he knew that this was not the way to go. The number they were chasing was increasing, but should we stop and fight them? Thain didn't care, but Swain would definitely die.

"How far is it from the military camp?" he asked dullly.

"There are still two streets." Swain answered quickly, while carefully paying attention to the gravel under his feet. He wanted to ensure that he did not trip over those things while running as fast as he could - if he died once

Falling down would be too ridiculous.

They ran across two streets, and in front of them was the gate of the military camp. There were many corpses piled up under the wall, and the flames were slowly burning on them. Swain was very pleased with this - at least they knew how to burn these.

Something desecrated the body.

Thain stopped and said to Swain: "You go in first."

He turned around, knocked the two axes against each other, looked at the approaching group of monsters, and showed a cruel smile.