League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"You don't understand that under absolute power, any resistance is meaningless. In my eyes, the resistance of you Ionians is like a rabbit whose ears are caught by a hunter, kicking helplessly, without any threat. , but I find it cute.

To be cruel to you, being able to give you the same treatment as the Ionians is already an act of mercy from me. If Brown were in power, the defeated Ionians would only be third-class slaves, and in In Noxus, third-class slaves are not considered human beings, and no one cares even if they are beaten to death in the street. "

"Kill or cut into pieces, it's up to you! I have nothing to talk about with you, the invader!"

"But I have something to discuss with you. I will not kill you. On the contrary, I will entertain you well. You Ionians want to assassinate me, so I will take this opportunity to show you how I treat you." The Ionian souls were shattered."

The nightmare-like voice echoed in Brest's mind, over and over again, hurting to the bone with humiliation, and making people feel cold and trembling from the soul.

Although he spoke Presidic Ionia, the aloof man stood completely on the opposite side of Ionia. He was as indifferent as a sculpture, as if he was standing there just to step on Ionia. underfoot.

Apart from the factual statements, Brest was not humiliated in any way, but his self-esteem was seriously trampled on.

"What the hell did you do! Why did Ionia attract such a demon! Karma! Why don't you save your people!"

In Noxus's main formation, the prison car located on the high platform is the best viewing platform. To the east, you can see the war-stricken village of Grus, and to the north, you can see the roaring Ionians coming to kill. To the south, you can see the Ionian warriors flying all the way.

Not being restrained by shackles, Brest in the prison car felt like he couldn't breathe, as if he would die in the next moment.

Shocking shouts of killing came from all directions. Judging from the number of people, the military formation of less than 5,000 people seemed to be broken in a single charge. Those warriors who usually didn't see the beginning or end of the dragon actually formed an army and charged, with murderous intent. Compared with the dead and narrow military formation of the Noxians, the Ionians are like a ball of lava falling from the sky. Whoever stands in their way will die.

At this moment, Brest could see no reason for the Ionian defeat...if he had not seen true Noxian ruthlessness.

The indifferent dragon raised his eyes and looked down at the flock of sheep that kept shouting in front of him, but the sheep didn't even know that they had already put half of their feet into the grave.

"Don't come, don't come! Go! Go!!! Get out of here!!!"

Brest shed tears and uttered a hoarse warning. Unfortunately, neither the indifferent Noxian soldiers near the prison van nor the Ionians further away seemed to have listened. To the same.

Maybe you won’t care if you hear it.

When Brest clearly saw the first ferocious face of the Ionians in the north, the beautiful land lit up with a beautiful light blue rune glow without warning, and the complex rune array appeared in an instant. Passed by, the next second, the strong gunpowder violently spat out tongues of fire into the sky, and then scattered a piece of blood mist and severed limbs in the flying soil and grass, mincing all flesh and blood within ten meters.

Then, as more and more triggered magic alchemy bombs were triggered by the Ionians, the explosions became denser, blocking the momentum of the charge for the first time and making the crowd slow down.

For Ionia, this fire means that it has encountered a despicable trap and needs to slow down and deal with it carefully. But for the Noxian artillery, it means that the enemy has entered the already calibrated artillery range. .

Then, the God of Death cut out the sickle in his hand and harvested the living life like wheat.

The infantry artillery that was already ready to go was replaced with grapeshot designed for massacre. Amidst the deafening explosions, it spat out dense fan-shaped barrages one after another.

The unavoidable flat terrain became a living scarlet cemetery.

Whether it is the soldiers of the Second Militia Legion or the high-level assassins of the Brotherhood hidden among them, they have now become unarmed ordinary people, easily broken at the touch of a finger;

No matter whether the Ionians were wearing cotton clothes or fine steel armor, they all turned into rice paper soaked in water and could break when poked.

Among all living beings, before the muzzle of a cannon, only death is equal.

The Ionians who luckily avoided the magic mines finally hit the Iron Curtain, which was difficult to see with the naked eye. The oncoming high-speed steel balls scraped through the charging crowd like bone-cutting steel knives, and their organs, flesh, and bones were chipped away by the metal. It shattered into pieces. Looking at the blood mist rising into the sky, Brest's eyes were filled with tears, but no sound could come out from his hoarse throat.

In just a few breaths, the Ionians, who had been nurtured by the newly born soil for decades, became worthless pieces of meat. The desecration of life and courage by war weapons is frightening and even more painful. people completely collapsed.

After several rounds of shelling, more than half of the nearly 10,000 soldiers were lost, but they did not even touch the corners of the enemy's clothes.

The huge advantage in numbers became the straw that broke the camel's back. The soldiers of the Second Ionian Militia Legion, who had never experienced how fragile and cheap life was, finally abandoned the enthusiasm and determination they had a few minutes ago, as if they had lost their minds. They screamed and cried like walking zombies, turned around and fled to the rear.

This made the Noxian musketeers, who were about to pull the trigger and fire a volley at the live target, look regretful and could only turn their guns around.

The charging formation was torn apart, and the Brotherhood killers mixed in with the militia's cannon fodder were exposed, and they became the cannon fodder that they despised, and died at the gunpoint one after another.

At this moment, the Ionians, who were baptized by artillery and bullets, just wanted to leave this man-eating demonic purgatory, far away from Presidio, and find a place away from demons.

"Haha!!! Defeated, we lost. The Noxians are simply invincible. Facing such demons, the Ionians will never win! We will die, if we are torn to pieces by these demons Wan Duan, even the blooming spirit flower will not accept our souls! We are defeated!!"

The oncoming wind brought the smell of blood and rust. The laughing Sugino touched his wet cheek, but it was scarlet. He knew that it was the broken soul and courage of the Ionians.

"Sir Hardy, I am going to run away to a place where there are no Noxians to live my remaining life, away from these demons.

I finally understood that there is no shame in running away when facing the Noxians! I am not ashamed! Haha... Who would want to die like this if they could live! ! ! "

Letting go of the trembling flying knife, Hardy, who was a little confused, still couldn't take action against Sugino as a fugitive general. He just couldn't figure out that with so many plans and preparations, besides the death of so many brave Ionians, Besides, what's the point?

The offensive to the north has been easily defeated by the Noxians. The Noxians paid zero casualties in exchange for the lives of thousands of Ionians, many of whom were high-level assassins prepared by the Brotherhood. It was like they were sent to their door. It’s like massacring others...

This is what this war has brought about...it's ridiculous.

Maybe being someone like Sugino is considered smart.

Staring at the Ionians fleeing towards him, Hardy tremblingly pulled out the bayonet from his waist, smiled bitterly, and stabbed the poisoned bayonet into his abdomen.

He would rather end his own life than die at the hands of a Noxian.

"Lord, I am ashamed of your cultivation, and forgive me for not being able to continue to be loyal to you... Everything is over, Ionia, it is impossible to defeat such an enemy..."

The main force of the north collapsed at the first touch. The warriors from the south who were about to attack the Noxian Black Guard were stunned. Their plan could not keep up with the change. Seeing the Noxian soldiers in black armor approaching from both sides, the warriors gradually slowed down. The pace is neither progress nor retreat. Many people have already secretly started to retreat.

Just kidding, even a strong man who knows how to use magic power to fight may not be able to withstand the bombardment. Didn't you see that the friendly forces to the north have been defeated? There were more than a thousand people like him who could still do something in the chaos. Wouldn't it be a sure way to die if he collided head-on with the Noxian army?

"Master Jingmu, what should we do?"

"What can we do? Fight with the Noxians!"

"Yes! Fight with them! Master Jingmu! We will fight with you!"

"Master Jingmu?"

"Huh? Where is Master Jingmu?"

"Huh? Wasn't he running in front just now?"

"Everyone is looking for Master Jingmu?"

The warrior who was running at the front looked around, but could not see Jingmu at all. Instead, the warrior's voice came from the rear, as if he had found the backbone.

"Master Jingmu is here! Get out of the way! Let Master Jingmu make the decision!"

Among the dispersed crowd, Jingmu stood up with a forced smile. Only he noticed that Xue Mei who was following the team was missing, and he didn't know when he ran away.

When the warriors of Ionia held an impromptu meeting, the Noxian Black Guards had formed an encirclement. Behind the Black Guards, Noxian line infantrymen holding rifles aimed their black muzzles at the warriors. , place your finger outside the trigger guard to avoid accidental injury from misfire.

In the midst of 'all the attention', Jingmu couldn't help but break out in cold sweat on his forehead.

"Well, everyone, calm down first. I think there may be some misunderstanding. Don't be impulsive..."

"Are you kidding!? Is there any misunderstanding!? Aren't we here just to fight the Noxians?"

"Yes! Master Jingmu! Say something! Let's fight against the Noxian barbarians!"

"Why learn martial arts if you are afraid of death? Follow me and kill these barbarians!"

While talking, many warriors had already thrown out their hidden weapons and charged towards the nearest black guard. The hidden weapons hit the black guard's heavy armor with sparks, but not even a scratch could be seen.

If the hidden weapon is ineffective, the only option is to fight closely, but who knows that this is seeking death.

The power of the spell hits the armor made of magic steel, and the light aura is fleeting like an epiphyllum.

The black guard who ignored the warrior's attack already had the advantage of long weapons and armor, and directly ignored the warrior's attack. The two-handed sword in his hand slashed head-on like a whirlwind sword, cutting off the unbelievable Ionian warrior in the middle.

The commotion soon subsided with the tragic death of all the Ionian warriors. I thought it was a tragic song belonging to the Ionian warriors, but I never thought that due to the huge gap in strength, it actually gave people a feeling from beginning to end. A sense of absurdity like a butcher killing a chicken,

Fortunately, after killing the hard bones, the black-armored soldier, who was as thick as a mountain, did not continue to raise his butcher knife at the inactive man.

After experiencing such an incident, the passionate Ionian warrior had to consider whether there was any point in trying his best.

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can't even break someone's armor. What's wrong with that?

A number of warriors from the main fighting faction died, and the neutral faction naturally turned to the capitulation faction. Therefore, the warriors once again set their sights on the bald head of Jingmu, the leader of the main fighting faction. The warriors who had come back to think about it were even more so. He used his yin and yang aura to turn his spear and looked at the dragon warrior monks headed by Jingmu.

"Master Jingmu, you organized us, tell me? Are you going to fight or something? We all listen to you!"

Jingmu glanced at the speaker, and his face turned dark. Listen, is this human language? I didn't take the initiative to invite you. Didn't you come here on your own to make yourself famous?

But if Jingmu was asked to bow his head and surrender, he wouldn't be able to lose face.

Opening his mouth, the eloquent Jingmu didn't know what to say.

Shuoji Temple actually wanted to go against the Noxians. It was really bad luck for eight lifetimes.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, a beautiful female mage in a purple skirt walked out of the way of the black-armored soldiers and spoke in pure Ionian like a devil's whisper.

"The Commander-in-Chief of the Empire has issued an order. In the next ten minutes, regardless of whether Noxians or Ionians are involved, no attacks or killings on Imperial soldiers will be pursued. Those who surrender will only need to offer a head. You will be free, and the two heads will qualify you to serve the empire.

After ten minutes, the empire will reject the surrender without a head and kill them on the spot. "

After saying these words, the Ionian warrior's eyes had changed. The trusting gaze disappeared. There was more wariness and suspicion between the eyes, and the bodies were tense and far away from each other.

Seeing that people's hearts were about to fall away just because of one word, Jingmu could only grit his teeth and make a final struggle.

"Don't let the witch confuse people's hearts again! For the sake of Ionia! We will never give in! Let alone attack our companions! Kill!!! Follow me and get rid of the witch!"

It's a pity that it was too late to say this. Hesitation and evasion again and again made Jingmu lose his heart and the courage he had finally gathered.

Like a corrupt flower blooming among the crowd, the former will to die was stained with the dust called cowardice, and thus fell.

Only the Dragon Warrior Monk, who was both prosperous and devastated, responded to Jingmu's words and followed Jingmu towards the female mage. The others just looked at him coldly.

Seeing this, Syndra retreated into the crowd indifferently. Dozens of black guards charged like tanks and fought with the unarmed dragon monks. In the first round, more than a dozen monks were killed with a single sword. .

Seeing that the dragon warrior monks were so powerful that they were no different from other ordinary warriors in front of these black-armored soldiers. The warriors' resistance was completely broken and they no longer had any hope. Many of them had already prepared the hidden weapons in their hands. , eyeing the pass to freedom.

As everyone knows, it is true that the Dragon Warrior Monks are the only monks in a thousand, but the Black Guards who have undergone special training are not vegetarians, not to mention that they are equipped with magical weapons that embody the wisdom of the empire.

Even the fists and feet with the power of the Dragon Fist were unable to penetrate the heavy magic steel armor. He could only rely on his agility to deal with the black guards, and then he was killed with a sword when his flaws were exposed or when he was tired. This is without the Black Guard turning on the bloodthirsty and violent state.

The Black Guard are the most elite warriors with great swords and heavy armor in the Emerald Territory of the Noxus Empire. They are born for war and belong to the national level of military force. The Dragon Acolyte Monk is just an expert who practices Dragon Fist beside the Dragon Monk. Talented warriors, this was not a fair match from the beginning, so there was no suspense about the outcome of this battle.

The dragon warrior monks around him were fighting less and less, but the warriors behind him still stood there watching the show. Jingmu was completely desperate.

"You're not taking action now!? Do you really think the Noxians will let you go?"

Unexpectedly, after these words fell, the Ionian warrior who had been motionless would sneak attack towards his companions who were immersed in the battle. Hidden weapons flew into the flesh. After several muffled groans, someone had already killed the former The companion quickly cut off the head, rushed to the black guard with the head, and yelled at Jingmu.

"It's all your fault! We shouldn't have resisted the Noxians in the first place! If it weren't for you! We wouldn't have had so many deaths!"

"Yes! You know that the Noxians will not attack innocent people, but you still unite with those bastards from the Brotherhood to incite us to rebel against the Noxians!

have a look! Where have all the Navoli rats you had such high hopes gone? Where is that bitch who follows the team and confuses people? you say! "

"He can talk nonsense! He himself is vacillating. He shouts slogans loudly, but at the end he tells us to die in vain. Haven't you seen through the nature of this bastard Jingmu? He is not worthy of being a master at all!"

Seeing that the warrior carrying the human head was not killed by the black-armored warrior, the remaining Ionian warriors began to kill the people around him amidst the continuous curses. Jingmu listened to the curses in his ears and became furious. He vomited a mouthful of blood, but the black guard stepped forward and struck him with a sword.

What's ridiculous is that one Ionian warrior who didn't have the confidence to take action lit up his eyes. He smiled and bowed his waist while the black guard watched, carefully picked up Jingmu's dead head, and spit on his face. He spat and cursed the pass in his hand that could keep him alive in Ionian that the Black Watch soldiers couldn't understand.

"Unfortunately, the time has come."

After taking a look at the jade mechanical watch made by Jade Collar, Sindra turned around and left indifferently, without even looking at her 'compatriots'.

As expected by the teacher, the weak only dared to swing their swords at the weaker ones. None of the many Ionians dared to attack the Noxian soldiers. It was... unsurprisingly disappointing.

If such a country is not ruled by Noxus, where is the justice?

"If there is one end, let it go. If there are two ends, imprison them first. The rest...will not be left alive."

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