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The sea of ​​black and white collided with each other, waving swords at each other under this majestic white city wall, under the last wall of the capital of Demacia.

If viewed from the sky, the scene would surely be extremely spectacular - how could it not be beautiful at the cost of death?

Many of them do not know each other and have never met each other. But they can still kill each other with overwhelming hatred. If possible, they would even like to chop their souls into powder. This is nothing more than a feud.

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The hatred between the two countries of Demacia and Noxus can no longer be explained clearly in just two sentences.

Only death.

Darius did not charge forward. Naturally, someone in the legion would volunteer to do this dangerous but glorious job. It was not that he was willing to put his soldiers in danger, or that he was unwilling to bear this honor. It was just simply that he was willing to put his soldiers in danger.

Because he knew that if he used all his strength, with just a few charges, the battle formation formed by these mortal soldiers would be cut through by him.

Therefore, it is funny to say that the Hand of Noxus can only stay in the middle of the battle formation instead of charging forward like he used to.

"I hope there is someone among you who is strong enough to fight me..."

With this in mind, he started walking on the battlefield. His childish attitude would naturally arouse dissatisfaction from others... Unfortunately, most people didn't even last long enough to fight him, and were torn apart alive.

fragments.

This isn't right!

Sav's heart is full of horror. He is the commander of this Demacia battle formation. As a veteran, he has rich experience. From the Samir Plateau to the border battles with the barbarians, Sav

He has never been absent. This is not the first time he has dealt with Noxians, but it is also the first time he has seen such ferocious Noxians.

No, it's not just vicious.

Even rebirth is not enough to explain their changes. Although the Noxian legions in the past were extremely fierce and fearless of death, they would still have some humanity and human weaknesses. In his knowledge, no one would

Choosing to keep moving forward in the face of artillery fire and arrows falling from the sky.

But when he looked at the silent legion in front of him, who was wearing black armor and covering their faces with a wolf-shaped helmet, he felt chilled from the bottom of his heart.

In the end what happened...?!

Sav's hands were already trembling. From the beginning of the war to now, none of the Noxians made any sound. It was as if they were all mute. No matter whether their companions fell or they were injured, they never made any sound.

No sound has ever been made.

They just move forward.

When arrows came, they advanced slowly with their shields raised. When their companions fell, they stepped over the corpses and continued to advance. Facing the spears, shields and artillery fire falling from the sky, they did not dodge at all. And that fighting style... simply made him feel

It's incomprehensible. It's like they don't care about their own death, nor the death of their companions.

There is only one thing in their eyes - victory. Apart from that, there is nothing else. That extreme desire can be felt in their actions even if they don't speak.

"Where are those demon hunters?!"

Sav reached out his hand and grabbed the herald's collar. With the force of his hands, he actually pulled him up an inch from the ground.

This man who always cared about his own image cursed for the first time: "God of the Wings - if they don't bring that damn so-called secret weapon, then I can only wish their mothers underground and

Have a great time, Noxians!"

The herald, who was wearing a light leather armor, swallowed his saliva at this moment. He said uneasily: "Sir, they said it will take some time, and they want us to delay for a while."

"Drag? What should I use to drag it?" Sav almost laughed angrily. The first four lines of defense were destroyed by that monster-like Noxian alone, and he himself lost a lot of soldiers. This last line of defense even

With only three thousand soldiers, how could they face those damn Noxians?

Not to mention they didn't even let the Noxian play that day!

"Where's the Fearless Vanguard? Where's the Dragonhawk Knight? And where's the damn Royal Armored Knights?!"

Sav put down the herald with trembling hands. He could not understand what the nobles were thinking at all. Born under the capital, he certainly had a clear understanding of the nobles, and he could hear rumors from time to time. But

He had never taken it seriously before. After all, he didn't think the nobles would stab the country in the back when it was about to survive.

But now it seems... He was wrong, and very wrong.

Waving his hand, Sav asked the herald with a tired look on his face to inform the rats in the gutter that he had begun to lose all hope for the outcome of this war. The Fearless Vanguard was far away at the border, and all the Dragonhawk Knights had disappeared. Royal

The members of the Heavy Armor Knights had not even been seen since three days ago.

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He cursed angrily. Demacia is a small country in the first place. It has been able to stand on the mainland for so many years only by relying on the Forbidden Magic Stone. Their military strength is naturally not many, and their elites are even less.

There are so few of them. Now is the time when they are urgently needed, but none of them can come out and come in handy!

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"Silas...is that what your name is?"

With a creak, the heavy forbidden magic stone iron door was opened, and a voice without emotion said so. The man named Silas raised his head, and the light shining in from the outside made him feel a little uncomfortable.

It's been a long time since I've seen the light.

He was wearing heavy shackles on his hands, his hair was disheveled, and his face was full of beard. He was tied to the wall by the magic stone iron chains in an absolutely uncomfortable position.

"What are you doing...Lord Demon Searcher?" He laughed hoarsely twice and asked in a hoarse voice.

The mechanical sound started slowly, and the originally tight chains were slowly relaxed. After more than two years, he touched the ground again. Last time they let him out, they still asked him to identify a mage. What about this time?

?This time...what is it again?

Without asking questions, Silas already knew that questions would lead to punishment and pain. What he now believes in is the principle of silence. If silence can save him from such pain, Silas would rather lose his tongue.

"follow me."

The man standing outside the door said this. Silas followed him, and the shackles on his feet dragged on the ground, making a heavy and unpleasant sound. They came all the way from the bottom prison to the ground, and the sun was just right.

Silas's eyes felt stinging. He raised his head and glanced at the blue sky, and he felt like he wanted to shed tears.

Just when he was lost in thought, he received a whip on his back. The burning pain quickly brought him back to reality. Silas groaned and endured the pain. He heard the man say slowly: "Don't be distracted.

,sinner."

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"Otherwise, you know."

The lines on Silas's face became tense for a moment, but he didn't say anything in the end. He just grinned humbly, then lowered his head and continued walking with the man.

The further he walked, the more strange he felt - they were in the capital, so why didn't they see a single commoner on the streets during the day? Moreover, the doors and windows were all closed. That didn't matter, even those arrogant people wearing silver

All the patrolling guards in white armor were also missing. Moreover, he could faintly hear shouts of killing rising from the direction of the city wall.

After thinking again and again, he finally asked: "Sir...what exactly happened?"

The man in black robe walked in front and replied coldly: "That's not your concern, sinner. Follow me closely - don't fall behind. Do you understand?"

"I don't understand, sir..."

The man who was originally standing in front of him turned around. His face was very distinctive. A fine scar covering the entire upper face made him look like a monster, but the lower half of his face looked as bright as new.

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He said lifelessly: "That's not your concern... Sinner, how many times do you want me to say this?"

What am I guilty of?

Silas did not ask this question. During his years in prison, he had already understood that these people would not care whether you are innocent or not - as long as you are a civilian mage, then you are guilty.

Why does he know this? Ha, he knows a lot. He has been doing dirty work for them all these years, and it’s not like he has never seen noble mages. Those mages in the nobles are all living well, let alone being arrested.

Well, even if you use magic, no demon seekers will come to your door. It is not at all consistent with the theory of original sin of mages they promote.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the demon searcher turned around and continued walking: "...Stop talking."

Damn bastard….

Silas stared deeply at his back and bowed his head humbly again: "As you command, my lord."

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the Guardian Square. This magnificent square was built as early as Jarvan I. To this day, countless Demacians have left their footprints here. Countless broken pieces.

Armor and weapons are hung on the eight huge stone pillars in the square, fluttering in the wind, which is proof of the "protection" of the predecessors.

In the center of the square, there is a huge statue that is a hundred meters high. It is like a silent sentinel, staring at the mountains in the distance.

Cyrus looked up at it and smiled mockingly: Sentinel, have you seen the suffering of the people in the city below you?

There were dozens of demon hunters in the square, as well as many prisoners like Silas. Silas frowned, what do they want to do?

Under the threat of whips and words, the prisoners quickly lined up. The demon seekers counted them like goods. Three hundred of them arrived as promised. The leader, a man in black robe, smiled and raised his hand to hold his own.

The sword at the waist.

Silas suddenly realized that today was really not a good day.

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Although the Dauntless Vanguards were all willing to go back with him, Galen did not bring everyone with him. First, there were not that many dragonhawk knights, and second, the border really needed some people - God knows whether the Noxians would really

return?

You always have to have a backup plan.

Far in the sky, before approaching the capital of Demacia, Galen began to feel worried. His eyesight had always been good, and when he lowered his head and stared down, what he saw was that in addition to the magnificent buildings of the capital, there were also

There is the black tide outside the inner city wall. At first glance, they seem to cover the entire earth, which is extremely terrifying.

In contrast, the white tide belonging to Demacia is retreating steadily. Obviously, they are no match for the Noxians.

"Damn...it's still a step too late."

Sitting on the dragon eagle, Galen's face was gloomy. The dragon eagle knight riding with him wore a helmet and his expression could not be seen, but from his tone, it was obvious that he was not very happy either: "Commander Galen,

What should we do?"

"Send the signal... Let the team advance at full speed and rush to the inner city wall quickly. After putting us down, you quickly return and pick up the other fearless vanguard soldiers. We will persist until the moment you arrive."

Galen quickly came up with several countermeasures.

The Dragon Eagle Knight nodded. He took out a special horn from his waist and blew it. Then, high in the sky, an extremely loud cry sounded. The huge team of Dragon Eagle Knights were already very fast.

Very quickly, after hearing the sound of the horn, they moved forward a few minutes faster. Within half an hour, they were almost there.

Galen looked at the battlefield at his feet carefully, and he was analyzing how to reverse the defeat later. But the Dragonhawk Knight asked tremblingly: "Commander... what do you think that is?"

Following the direction he pointed, Galen looked up, and the corners of his eyes twitched for a moment - a hundred-meter-tall white giant statue was now moving in the guardian square of the inner city. It looked like one from those legends.

It is generally huge, waving its wings composed of gold and white, and is surrounded by strong winds.

However, its words were confusing. Instead of roaring at the Noxians outside the city, it lowered its head and let out a deafening, thunderous roar at its feet.

"You despicable and shameless bugs——!"

It roared and moved its legs, and the face made of stone statues actually had some anthropomorphic anger, which was extremely vivid: "How dare you do such evil things in front of me?!"

The roar even reached Galen's ears clearly, and his expression rapidly changed from gloomy to very gloomy, and he looked as if he was frozen.

After a while, the Dragon Eagle Knight heard his gnashing of teeth: "...Damn bastard, short-sighted, idiot!"

The Dragonhawk Knight could swear to God that this was the first time he saw Galen Crownguard swearing like this. In the past, he always insisted that he be the embodiment of Demacian discipline. This is why he is called Demacia.

The power of West Asia.

In addition to deliberately creating a title that is opposite to the Hand of Noxus, it also has another meaning. After all, he himself is a role model for all Demacia soldiers.

On the battlefield.

Darius raised his head and stared at the huge figure, with a smile on his lips: "Ah, such a huge enemy..."

He muttered to himself: "We must fight it before General Thain comes, otherwise it will be none of my business."