League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"He is a hero. We must let other Noxians know the courage of Philroth. The Romus family will be proud of Philroth...

Jeffes, go and put Phil Rose's body on my bed, we still have this fight. "

In the dungeon of Shelley Fortress, in the gate castle near the underground river,

General Vakul, whose face was covered in blood, put away the cross sword that had wiped off the blood, took out a baroque cigar from his pocket, lit it on the torch, and put it directly in his blood-stained mouth.

The strong smell of nicotine dilutes the fishy smell in his mouth, making Vakul more sober.

"General, do you really want to put it on...your bed? Or should I put it on the ground?"

Adjutant Jefferson still hesitated.

Glancing at his nephew, Vakul said indifferently.

"Philroth fought to the death on my orders. He is a Noxus battle hero. It is my honor and not my shame to have him in my bed. Go Jeff, don't Let me say it a second time."

Naturally, he didn't dare to raise any more objections, and ran to Jefferson's castle.

Vakul glanced at the dozen or so other soldiers in the gatehouse, and suddenly raised his voice, allowing soldiers farther away to hear the convincing voice deep in the darkness.

"Look, Philroth has set an example for us all! Such is the iron will of a true Noxian!

Whether it's the Freljord or the Heidi, they can kill us with butcher knives, but they can cut off our bodies, but they can't cut off our unyielding souls! Even in the face of twice as many enemies, we have never had any fear! How hard are the curtain walls of Fort Shelley! How hard is our heart, our spine!

Cowards have never been about Noxus! Even in death, the Noxians will use their hard bones to smash the sharp knives in the hands of the enemy! Victory always belongs to the warriors who are not afraid of life and death!

soldiers! Hold your swords tight! Guard the back of your comrades!

Let those cowards of the Gentiles who only dare to bully the few with the more have a look! How foolish to provoke a mad Noxian! ! ! Cut off their heads! Let them understand the price of offending the strong! "

"Noxus!!! Invincible!!!"

"Noxus!!! Never back down!!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Just as Wanna led dozens of people out of the tunnel, what he saw were the wolf-like Noxians, and he couldn't help being a little dumbfounded for a while.

Are the Noxians attacking the city now or the Freljords attacking the city?

"Yes! It's you staring idiot! What are you looking at? I'm going to cut off your head!!!"

Amidst the roar, the Noxians no longer guarded the narrow gate, but instead ran across the steep narrow stone road and rushed towards the tunnel.

"Back! Back!! No, guard the entrance of the cave! Don't push me! Who is pushing me!? Anyone who retreats will die!"

The formation of the Freljord was a little messy, but Vanner reorganized the formation with the fine iron sword in his hand. After thinking about it, Vanner began to shout in awkward Noxus.

"Fort Shelley, now, pills! Now, lay down your weapons! Spare you, no shit!"

Who would have imagined that the words of persuasion to capitulate not only did not work, but made most Noxus even crazier.

"A group of lunatics!!"

...

At the same time, in the other direction of Shelley Fortress, overwhelming energy magic flew continuously from below the city wall like a Katyusha rocket. There was a deafening explosion.

In order to deal with the Heidi who can cast spells, most of the accompanying mages in the Shelley Fortress defenders were placed in the direction of the Heidi. Facts have proved that this is a very wise choice.

Fifteen black rose mages jointly cast spells, and another ten mages are on standby at any time. The arc-shaped spell barrier covering two-thirds of the thick city wall is crumbling in the bursting energy, and cracks visible to the naked eye begin to spread. Fortunately, the black rose on standby The mage replenished his mana in time and repaired the crack.

Standing on the curtain wall in the middle of the outermost layer, even wearing the full-body fine steel plate armor given to him by his father, Roy at this moment has no sense of security.

Even though he had experienced many Heidi magic bombings in the Shelley Fortress, he had never seen such a terrible magic attack. The conventional warfare experience taught by his father was useless in the battle against the mage.

I can't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, and the soldiers' arrows can only shoot to the enemy's feet. How can I fight this battle?

"General Roy! Going on like this is not an option! The Heidi's mana can be recovered, but we can only be beaten passively, and the soldiers will soon collapse!"

Roy patted his bewildered face, allowing the overwhelmed self to quickly return to calmness and calmness. The man turned around and looked at the soldier who was talking to him.

The man in his forties was 1.9 meters tall and weighed 180 kilograms. He was burly and wore black iron scale armor made from the furnace of the Immortal Fortress. He was good at using two-handed swords.

Prester is a veteran of many battles arranged by his father Usas. His chin is as hard as a steel needle, and his white beard is as daunting as the veteran's tenacious will. As his military teacher, the veteran is also the only one on the battlefield. A reliable bodyguard who can protect itself.

Knowing that the veteran was testing him, Roy expressed his thoughts.

"Mr. Roy, our arrows can't attack the Heidi people at all. Only by letting our soldiers rush into the local formation can the group of damn mages no longer be able to release their magic wantonly, but our Ursus There are not many cavalry in the battle group, even if you open the side door, there is no way to break through the enemy's magic attack...

So, we should give up the outermost curtain wall! Find a way to let the Heidi enter the city and attack them in the narrow city! "

"General Roy, do you mean to give up the city wall?"

Prester stared at Roy without blinking. To his relief, he didn't see any look of fear and panic. Maybe he was still a little immature on the severe battlefield, but Roy already had a The way a general should look.

After being taught by Vakul, Roy changed for the better.

‘Lord Ursus owes General Vakul a favor, I’m afraid. '

Prester sighed secretly, but Roy said: "Of course not, if we all evacuate the city wall, the Heidi people will stop attacking, we must let the Heidi people consume enough mana, so that we can fight back later." Gaining an advantage in the battle and gradually reducing the magic defense barrier of the city wall, during this period of time, we must find a way to make the Heidi people think that we are still on the city wall, I think wooden dummy should be a good choice."

From the comments in the previous chapter, it can be seen that the Ionia chapter, which mainly wrote the adventure plot, was quite a failure. In the subsequent plots, I will try to reduce the length of the adventure as much as possible, and it will not be as long as the fifth volume.

As for the update issue, I really have no way to update it without motivation. There is no holiday at all for business trips and engineering projects. There will be no holidays at the Dragon Boat Festival on May 11th. It is already the limit to keep updating 4,000 words a day, and I have to stay up until 11 or 12 o'clock. What's more, with the current achievements and income of novels, it is simply unrealistic for me to regard writing as my main occupation.

In the end, I did see everyone’s comments and support, and I have some confidence and hope for the future of this book. In order to show that there are more chapters, I decided to change back to two chapters per day. I hope that if you keep books, you should not exceed one at most. month, if it is more than a month, it is best to turn on automatic subscription. Subscription data is the source of my confidence in writing, and it also allows me to know where the writing is good and where there is a problem, so that I can continue to improve. At least let me know, this There are still people who read this book. If no one reads it, they don’t know whether it’s good or bad. I really can’t write it anymore.

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