Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

Turkugur Plain.

The grassland is lush and vast.

The gentle breeze in the valley blew the knee-high green grass, revealing flocks of cattle and sheep. These white or brown animals never raised their heads and greedily gnawed on the grass.

Compared with the sturdy and plump cattle and sheep, the herders looked yellow and thin, with prominent cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, and chapped lips.

Numbness and dullness are their common expressions, and they are not moved by the harmonious beauty in front of them.

boom - boom -

The silence was suddenly broken.

The ground under his feet began to tremble, and the leader raised his head first. After looking into the distance, he let out a vigilant neigh.

wow——

Screams and gallops rang out.

The frightened cattle and sheep fled wildly driven by instinct.

In the face of this sudden change, the herders changed their faces one after another, and they raised the whip rope in their hands to drive away.

bang -- bang --

The tremors on the ground became stronger and stronger, and it came quickly and quickly. The cattle and sheep fled in boundless panic on the grass, like flies that got into a closed room, eager to find an escape.

Their instincts tell themselves that danger is coming!

Soon, the herds and sheep were out of herder's control.

Seeing this, the herdsmen let out a hoarse wailing, their arms drooped weakly, the whip rope slid to the ground, and expressions of despair froze on their faces.

It was as if a drowning man saw the god of death that greeted him when his spirit was slack.

Despair, helplessness, mourning...

Boom! Boom!

The tremors of the ground continued, and the herders looked in frustration towards the source of the sound.

"what is that?"

One of them screamed in horror, and their eyes widened.

On the distant horizon, the yellow sand was rolling, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, and you could vaguely see several dark shadows rushing towards him.

Only when they got close did they realize that those shadows were actually heavy armored knights riding tigers.

In this army, two of the most prominent flags caught their attention.

One flag, one regiment flag.

"It's Noxus!" one of the herders exclaimed.

"They are here! We are saved!" Someone cried with joy.

"Hahaha, Baron Thor, your time of death has come!" Someone was full of hatred.

"..."

Looking at the flag of the Noxian Empire flying high, the shepherds seemed to regain their vitality, like clockwork puppets, with richer words and expressions.

They raised their whips and cheered with joy, until Darius led the charge from a distance to approach, and saw a patch of kneeling herders.

"Lord General from Noxus, please save our family!" a middle-aged herder pleaded.

"Yeah, please!"

"..."

For a while, the chaotic and mournful pleas all entered Darius' ears.

He rode a tiger forward, and his cold eyes glanced at the person below:

"All stand up." Darius said coldly, "Let's talk about the situation with the leader."

The dozens of herders who were kneeling on the ground hesitated for a moment, then slowly climbed up from the ground, and finally pushed a middle-aged man out.

Darius nodded with satisfaction and looked at the scrawny man in front of him:

"Very well, what's your name. Tell me about your situation."

"My name is Hult... We are citizens of the Kingdom of Turkugur, grazing for Baron Thor." The man didn't dare to look Darius in the eyes, and it could be seen that he was very timid.

"What did you say just now?" Darius asked directly.

"We heard..."

Holt glanced at Darius quietly, met his sharp eyes and saw the bloody armor, his body trembled slightly, and he hurriedly lowered his head and said:

"Noxus will help the oppressed."

"That's not wrong!" Darius raised his battle axe and smiled boldly.

"I beg the general to save my wife and children! They will starve to death if they don't eat."

Hott knelt directly to the ground, and tears flowed from his dry eyes again:

"We can only exchange a little food for a day's work, and Baron Thor's butler will deduct some of it. In the end, the food in our hands is even a problem to survive."

"There are so many cattle and sheep on the grassland, why don't you think about killing them for meat?" Darius pointed to his side.

At this time, most of the cattle and sheep that were left behind were driven back by the joint efforts of several chapter soldiers.

Darius just glanced out of the corner of the eye. The cattle and sheep here are plump and sturdy. Just pick a sheep, enough to feed a family of three for more than seven days.

"The baron's guards will kill us." Speaking of the baron, Hort's face was filled with fear, "They have weapons!"

"Wedlin, give them weapons!" Darius ordered.

"Yes!"

Weidlin waved his hand, and he himself, together with dozens of soldiers around him, took down the spare spears and inserted them into the ground in front of Holt and the others.

"Noxus gives you a chance to stand up!"

Roar!

Darius finished,

Reaching out and pulling into his arms, the reins were tightened, and the black tiger's head was raised high, sending out a very deterrent tiger roar.

The tiger roared, and the wind was quiet.

The herders lowered their heads one by one, and their exposed limbs trembled uncontrollably. If it weren't for the fact that they still had a trace of human reason, they would have fled like those frightened cows and sheep.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Darius sneered:

"If you are still willing to be oppressed, continue on your knees and be your slaves. If you are not willing, take the spear in front of you, slaughter the cows and slaughter the sheep, and follow me into the baron's castle!"

"This..."

There was hesitation on Holt's face, not only him, but most of the herdsmen also cowered because of the baron's oppression for many years.

They were like cows and sheep bound up beside Darius, docile and weak, staring down at the green grass under their feet, keeping their usual silence.

Just then, a thin young man walked out from the end of the line.

He looked straight ahead, strode forward, and under Darius' admiring gaze, he pulled out his spear.

Without any hesitation, he aimed his sharp spear at a white long-horned sheep, and stabbed his eyes hard without blinking.

"laugh!"

The spearhead pierced into the sheep's eye, and the blood splashed all over the young man's upper body, making his face hideous and terrifying.

With a swish, he pulled out his spear without a pause, and looked at Darius with red eyes:

"Can the general speak his mind?"

"Of course, what's your name?" Darius asked with interest.

Sitting on the back of the tiger, he bent forward slightly, not stingy with the admiration in his eyes.

"Ian. Let me take the mutton home, and I'll go with the general!" The man spoke without any hesitation.

Under the sunlight, Darius clearly saw the hatred and madness flashing in his eyes.

"Okay!" Darius laughed heartily.

The soldiers behind him rode up on a tiger at the right time and tied the sheep that Ian had killed to their mounts.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the herdsmen's eyes lit up, and they exchanged glances. Compared to the baron's coercion, what could be more real than the plump meat in front of him?

They were really hungry.

Looking at the animals in sight, the herders swallowed one after another.

It's really strange, they graze every day, and face this group of running meat every day, but they have never had such a restless mood as today.

Swish!

The sound of the soles rubbing against the grass.

Some people were starting to lose control, and the hunger for fullness finally overcame the fear of the baron.

Besides, standing in front of them is a Noxian!

The shepherds no longer hesitate.

One, two, three....

Most of them stepped forward, drew their spears, and stabbed their chosen animals to death.

For a time, the neighing of cattle and sheep before they died resounded through the valley.

The pungent blood and the stinky smell of livestock filled the air, the grass was dyed with a fresh blood-red color, and the heat continued to rise into the sky.

Cows and sheep fell one by one, but the herder's spine stood up.

In the process of slaughtering livestock, they vented the hatred in their hearts. Although only a small part of it was vented, they had never experienced such a smooth behavior.

So that some people's hands are constantly shaking, which is a physical reaction caused by extreme excitement.

Almost all of them have never imagined that there will be such a day of relief. They have been suppressed for so long that they are as docile as sheep.

Whenever a herdsman finished slaughtering, the soldiers in the back row would step forward and tie the corresponding livestock to their mounts.

"very good."

Darius watched everyone make a choice, pulled the reins, and said coldly to the shepherd below:

"Don't forget the choices you made. Ian, you are their interim captain, lead them well."

After Darius finished speaking, he took the army to kill the village not far away.

The yellow sand swept through, the dust flew up, and the air once again brought a chilling breath.

"Yes! General."

Ian watched the army go away, and suddenly there was something called hope in his eyes.

With the scorching sun on his head, he raised the spear in his hand and pointed the tip of the spear at his former "friend shepherd":

"Go forward! Don't let the general down, or I'll kill you!"

After saying that, Ian took the lead in running towards the village without hesitation.

With the previous warnings and rewards, the herdsmen no longer hesitated, swung their spears decisively, and caught up with Ian.

This group of timid and cowardly herders finally broke out!

The only way out is to rise up.

By the time Ian led the team into the village, it had already been occupied by the Trifali Chapter.

The red and black flag of the empire was planted high on the high platform of the square, and swore to control this land with a gesture of contempt.

Except for the baron's castle, which was closed, the rest of the village was gathered in the square in front of the castle.

Ian and the others walked into the square with spears and bowed three times to Darius very respectfully.

On the way here, they had already seen the cattle and sheep they had killed, placed in the open space beside the square, waiting for their claim.

"Give you a quarter of an hour, then attack the castle."

Laius ordered coldly.

"Half an hour is enough!"

Ian nodded heavily, turned around and put down the spear, and began to distribute cattle and sheep according to the head and hand them over to their respective families.

In less than half a moment, he had completed the task and regrouped with people.

In half a moment, the team has grown a lot.

In addition to the previous herders, there were many new faces, and Darius calculated slightly that there were more than a hundred people.

"General, we are all willing to take our lives to attack the castle, I implore the general to let us be the vanguard!" Ian stood at the front, clenching his spear in a firm tone.

Darius had an admiring look on his face. He had just seen Ian talking to a girl with a broken arm and a disfigured face for less than ten seconds.

However, he didn't have the idea of ​​letting these frail poor people become cannon fodder.

"Hahaha, I can't use you today, remember what I said today. Follow me, kill!"

Darius' eyes were cold and stern, he yanked the reins, took the lead in galloping the tiger, and rushed towards the castle just by riding alone.

Ian did not hesitate at all, and ran with a spear.

Seeing this, the old and weak villagers behind him also rushed towards the castle with the spare spears given by the soldiers of the chapter.

No turning back, just because Darius gave them hope.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The castle defenders only had time to shout loudly when they saw that Darius had already jumped up from the black tiger.

"Die!"

With a single kick, he flew up to a height of dozens of meters in a single leap, with the battle axe in his hand high above his head, aiming at the hard city wall and slashing a powerful blow.

"what!!!"

Several shrill screams sounded one after another, followed by a series of deafening roars.

With just an axe, Darius cut a huge crack in the outer wall of the castle. Several guards who had no time to escape were killed on the spot, fell into the crack and were buried under a pile of gravel more than ten meters deep.

Not only was the city wall cracked, but the ground behind the wall also opened its mouth.

This made the soldiers who were still standing guard on the city wall tremble with fear. They couldn't tell whether it was because the people in front of them were extremely powerful or whether there was a problem with the construction of the castle.

"Noxus!"

Darius' charismatic voice sounded impressively, and before he finished speaking, he had already withdrawn his axe and rushed into the castle aggressively.

Along the way, any guards who dared to step forward to stop them were cut in two by him.

Such a ferocious and brutal killing method directly frightened many of the guards, but they only revolved around Darius with a spear and retreated, not daring to go forward.

Then, after a few more guards were tragically killed on the spot, they began to feel the fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Fear and fear of death drove them to give up their resistance. The uninvited guest who broke into the castle in front of them was a god of killing.

Even some cartilaginous people, seeing Darius walking towards him, simply dropped the weapon in his hand.

Darius was in a state of excitement for the battle. He ignored the unarmed guards and walked straight towards the castle.

In the castle, people who hide like mice in the stinky ditch are the purpose of his trip.

And Ian and the others, who will enter the castle just now, commanded his men to disarm and guard those guards who gave up their resistance.

Just as everyone was busy, a few shrill shouts spread from the castle.

Darius carried a blood-stained battle axe and pressed a group of gorgeously dressed men and women out of the castle.

Several of the men were crying with their empty right arms, blood soaking their white sleeves.

"I am a baron bestowed by the king himself! You savages!" a middle-aged man cursed.

His face was covered in blood, and he didn't know who it belonged to, but even so, he couldn't hide the fear and hysteria in his eyes.

"Is this your baron?"

Darius ignored the calling man and turned his head to Ian.

At this moment, Ian suddenly clenched his hands and glared at the middle-aged man who kept cursing. His hand holding the spear had already been covered with blue veins because of too much force.

"It's him, General." Ian replied through gritted teeth, "I have a request!"

"Hahaha, you've been a Noxian from the moment you picked up the spear."

Darius laughed majestically twice, showing a rough manner, and after he said that, he picked up the battle axe and walked out.

"Thank you General!"

Hearing the words of gratitude in the excitement behind him, Darius just waved his hand indifferently.

The screams from the rear became more shrill, and the cries became more mournful, but Darius had already walked away and rode the Tiger Tiger again.

"Set off!"

Following Darius' loud command, the Trifali Chapter galloped in unison, followed behind him, and headed for the next city or village.

Only on the square of the village, a red and black Noxian flag was planted, arousing the infinite awe of the villagers.

Shortly after Darius left, Ian, whose face was covered in blood, walked out of the noble castle and went straight to the high platform in the square.

With a spear in one hand, he stood upright beside the Noxian flag.

With deep and strong admiration and gratitude in Ian's heart, he stared at the distance where the Trifali Chapter had left, guarding the flag to the left and right...