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A man yelled, "Get up!"

Nori felt that the sound was familiar and terrifying, 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 eyes were blurry. He felt that his eyelids were very heavy. Fortunately, in the next second, a hand lifted him from the ground.

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

Yes, I am on the battlefield, who am I? I am the Shield Guard of the Trefary Legion, Nori Triris...

Nuoli was completely awake, he was put on the ground, and a long sword that was still dripping blood was handed to him. His general, Darius' voice reached his ears: "Fight!"

Nuoli took the long sword subconsciously, then turned around and cut down a Demacian who was rushing towards him, shouting: "Yes!"

He fully remembered that, as a member of the Shield Guard, he formed a vanguard with General Darius in an attempt to tear apart the Demacian lines. But they were obviously well prepared. Those wicked hypocrites placed a lot of repeating crossbows and explosive gunpowder on the cliffs on both sides.

And their military mages 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, the battlefield was divided, and Nori was lucky to be with Darius.

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

Nouri drew his sword from the Demacian's neck, panting, feeling a little tired for some reason. Nuoli looked down and found that an arrow was inserted into his abdomen at some point, but he didn't notice it at all.

But now is not the time to say that.

He looked back, and Darius was fighting one against ten. The axe in his hand was soaked with blood, and he didn't seem to mind letting the weapon drink a little more Demacian blood. Nori saw his general simply kill three Demacians with a single slash.

There was a flaw in their encirclement, and Nuoli seized the flaw.

He ran up in three and two steps, attacking a Demacian from behind. The long sword pierced through the gap in his armor, and Nori was very thankful that not every one of these Demacians could wear their damn bright silver armor. Otherwise, the sword in his hand will definitely be broken.

The flaw has been expanded again,

And Darius never misses such an opportunity-with the weight and inertia of the axe, he spins, and the whirlwind of death descends on this corner of the battlefield in the blink of an eye. The broken limbs and broken arms and blood were flying 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. Glancing at the arrows in his abdomen without a trace, he asked in a deep voice, "The First Company Captain of the Shield Guard Group, Sergeant Nori Tris, is that right?"

Nori straightened up subconsciously, and he was so honored to be remembered by Darius, but he didn't show it. He saluted: "Yes, General!"

"Now is not the time to care about the etiquette. Damn it, our people are being beaten and scattered. Can you still hold a shield?"

Nori said nothing, a smile appeared on his dirty and blood-stained face, and he lifted the Demacian Iris Shield to his chest. Although it doesn't resemble his usual large shield, as long as there is a shield, Noxian shieldguards will let their enemies know what it means to be indestructible.

They've been fighting a tug-of-war in and around this damn valley for almost half a year. It's usually quite chaotic, although there is a lot of formation before the battle. However, due to terrain reasons, when the two armies really faced each other, the bayonet saw red. Formations are often broken up and reorganized. Under such circumstances, it would be very difficult to issue new orders, but their commander was Darius.

He took Nuoli all the way back to kill, blowing up a new blood landscape in this valley. He was soon noticed, and to their southeast, a Noxian flag was erected and waved. A man shouted in a hoarse voice: "General!"

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

Nori nodded, and Darius turned back and shouted, "Noxus! Gather at me!"

His voice traveled far and wide, and was quickly answered.

"As ordered!"

There were such roars from all sides 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 regroup your scattered soldiers, and the enemy will notice you.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a dozen Demacians to gather around. These people were obviously elites, and they wore the kind of Demacian silver-steel armor that Nori hated. It was terribly hard, and there was absolutely no gap to pierce the long sword. The one at the head was not wearing a helmet, and he was blond.

The two started back to back.

Needless to say, several spears stabbed towards Noli, but only a small number of people dealt with him, and more people chose to attack Darius.

Nuoli tried her best to protect her vitals with a shield while dodging, but she still couldn't avoid being stabbed by a long spear in her calf. The opponent's experience is very sophisticated, and instead of chasing after the victory, they chose to withdraw their spear and surrounded them with their companions.

Amidst the pain, bloodshots quickly crawled up his eyes.

"Demacian bastard!" he roared and swiped his shield, blocking another lance's jab. At this time, he deeply hated himself for not holding his spear when he was attacked by the artillery fire that fell from the sky, otherwise where would he need to be so restrained? Just block his swing and backhand the spear.

"Protect yourself, soldier!"

Darius' voice came from behind him, accompanied by the screams of a German dog. There was a sneer at the corner of Noli's mouth, and his death made him happy. But this moment of pleasure did not last long, and soon, several spears stabbed again. This time, he didn't have the luck he had last time.

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

With a clang, the shield fell to the ground. Darius pulled out his axe from the Demacian man in front of him. His shoulder blade and half of his lower abdomen were cut open by himself. He was already dead. No need to look any further, and the remaining Demacians were also afraid of his force and chose to surround him slowly.

He didn't look back, even though he knew the soldier he had rescued was dead. Darius knew very well that the only way to console his soul was to kill a few more Demacians.

A few hours later, at dawn.

Noxus won this victory -- temporarily. The Demacians will soon have another attack, maybe with their goddamn dragon knights. Thinking of this, Darius felt a headache.

They have ferocious arron dogs that can gain an advantage on the ground, and they are numerous, giving Noxus an advantage at the start of a fight almost every time. But things took a turn for the worse when the Demacians put their few dragon knights into battle.

Noxus' anti-air means are scarce, or even non-existent. Even though the Dragon Knights were few in number as a high-level unit, Darius would prefer to change his strategy if he had to pay a 100 to 1 battle damage ratio to kill one.

He was sitting on a rock at the exit of the valley, surrounded by corpses. There are Noxians and there are Demacians. Darius wiped the blood from his axe with a white cloth, which was his habit. He has always done the maintenance of weapons by himself.

Many soldiers passed by him, going in and out of the valley. Occasionally, they will carry a lucky one who is still alive. But most of the time it just took out the weapons of the dead brothers.

Darius said nothing about it until a vastaya with feline features came to his side.

Yes, Noxus is very accommodating - no matter your origin, you can find your place in the country, even the discriminated vastayas. In the army, strength is the last word. This Vastaya is called Mirna, and the name is very gentle, but the weapon she is accustomed to using is a two-handed axe. It is often the most ferocious in battle.

"What's the matter?" Darius didn't lift his head, and focused on wiping his axe.

"General, someone who claimed to be General Swain's subordinate just wanted to see you."

His movements paused, his hand just above the axe blade. The murder weapon named 'Black Cleaver' flashed a ray of light. Darius asked, "Where is he?"

"Waiting for you in your tent."

After a moment.

Inside Darius' tent.

The man in front of him was wearing a tight leather armor, dark and unremarkable. The belt was full of flying knives, and two short swords were inserted into his thighs, one on the left and one on the right. He looked very tired.

"You belong to General Swain?" Darius asked.

"Yes, my lord. Please take a look." The man said as he took out an intelligence scroll from the inner village of his armor, which also had Swain's mark on it.

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It's hard to tell if they're not human anymore, they're still human, with pale limbs and weird, slender faces. The mouth was split open, the long purple tongue hanging from the face, and the disgusting saliva was constantly flowing out. a strange

So blasphemous.

Swain watched with disgust at what had been Noxian civilians, his anger growing.

That damn woman...

Shane kicked something in front of them, and it was kicked up and knocked down several walls. Behind them, there are more of these things rushing towards them. Mostly unclothed, the disgustingly twisted gender traits swayed as they moved.

Their skin has turned lavender.

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

Sean grunted impatiently, of course he knew that this was not the way to go. They are chasing more and more, but should we stop and fight them? It doesn't matter to Thain, but Swain will surely die.

"How far is it from the barracks?" he asked dully.

"There are two more streets," Swain replied quickly, carefully noting the rubble under his feet. He wanted to make sure he didn't trip over those things while running as fast as he could - it would be ridiculous to die in a fall.

They ran across two streets, and in front of them was the gate of the barracks. A lot of corpses have been piled up under the wall, and the flames are slowly burning on it. Swain was comforted by that—at least they knew they had to burn these blasphemous corpses.

Sean stopped, and he said to Swain, "You go in first."

He turned around, the two axes struck each other, and looked at the approaching monster group with a grin.