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"Crownguard!"

A hurried call came from behind, and Laxana, with her messy blond hair, suddenly turned her head and responded loudly: "Here! Here!"

The artillery fire raged, and they were not far apart, but because of the scattered smoke and dust, they couldn't see each other's appearance clearly. After several twists and turns, the person who called her finally emerged from the smoke and dust.

It was a burly soldier in jet-black armor, clearly a member of the Silent Wolf. He should have abided by the rules of the legion and kept absolute silence before he won the victory, but the current situation did not allow him to do so.

His face was covered with blood, and there was a narrow gash on his forehead from which the blood gushed. But the soldier didn't pay attention to it at all, but focused on protecting a civilian in his arms.

She was about forty years old, fell into a coma, her abdomen was bleeding profusely, and her clothes were stained red.

"You accidentally injured civilians again?!"

"Stop doing that, Crown Guard!" the soldier growled. "This woman ran out of her home and said she was looking for her child. If it wasn't for our protection, she would have gone to the war zone and been blasted to pieces!"

Laxana wanted to say something else, but a sharp whistle came from her ear. A kind of intuition unique to magicians emerged from her heart, sharp and stinging, which made her scream uncontrollably—as if instinctively.

"Get down!"

This shrill voice did not match her identity as the crown guard at all, and what she did next had nothing to do with the former young lady crown guard.

She raised her right hand, and intense light burst out from between her fingers, forming a seemingly thin barrier. She was half kneeling on the ground, the barrier was raised above her head. Two seconds later, destruction came.

A torrent of energy that cannot be seen directly fell from the sky, houses collapsed, the ground cracked, and buildings turned into fly ash. The sharp whistle almost shattered Laxana's eardrums. She gritted her teeth tightly and tried her best to release her talent.

This secret that was once regarded as a curse is now the greatest guarantee for their survival.

After an unknown amount of time, the whistle gradually subsided, and Laxana struggled to open her eyes, followed by a feeling of almost losing strength. She removed the barrier, the radiance dissipated, and the soldier reached out to hold her, while looking around in shock.

——The street where they were standing has now completely disappeared, and the buildings with a radius of tens of miles have all been turned into powder. Where they are now is a huge, sunken pit.

Are the elders of Piltover crazy? ! Detonate this kind of thing in your own city? ! There are still many civilians hiding in their homes here!

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After a few more minutes, Laxana finally woke up slowly—she joined the Noxus army as an army doctor, she had already faded away from her original immaturity and innocence, and even a brief fainting did not let her lose calm.

Like the soldier, her first reaction when she woke up was to scold the people of Piltover for their madness: "This is their own city, and there are still civilians here!"

"The rich and rich old man never regarded us as human beings."

A voice broke into their conversation, with undisguised weakness. The injured woman covered her abdomen and pursed her lips: "In their eyes, we are no different from the wild children in the slums of Zaun."

"I'm not interested in the economic and cultural entanglements between you," said the soldier stiffly. "It just doesn't happen in Noxus."

"Are you any better than them?"

The woman smiled palely through the pain: "Please, Noxus, you are invaders!"

The soldier stared into her eyes without any guilt, and said word by word: "If you knew our ultimate purpose, you wouldn't call this aggression. Tell me, since the war started, have you ever seen us kill any of your civilians?"

He smiled contemptuously: "This is not aggression,

You ignorant woman, this is reclaiming lost ground - Runeterra will finally be united in the hands of Noxus! When we're victorious, those Piltover elders will never have the chance to do such a thing again! "

Laxana had no intention of participating in their quarrel, and this kind of thing was really a bad debt, and it was impossible to explain. In the beginning, she was also at a loss about Demacia's defeat. But the Noxians have proved with their actions that their purpose is indeed not as simple as it seems on the surface.

No aggressor will not squeeze the defeated country at all after winning the victory, which is not in line with common sense at all.

At first, she would spend sleepless nights wondering what the Noxians meant. In order to get the answer, she even joined the Noxus army as a military physician, but in the end she only came to one conclusion.

Noxians are madmen.

You can't reason with a lunatic, it doesn't make sense.

"Stop making noise, and observe the surrounding situation." Laxana coughed and said. "I just hope that the mages in the legion can react as fast as I do."

The soldier said firmly: "Don't worry, the crown guard, their reaction is definitely faster than yours."

Out of his sight, Laxana rolled her eyes. She coughed and came to the woman, and in her vigilant eyes, she pulled away her hand on her abdomen, so fast that the woman didn't even react.

"what are you doing?!"

"Healing you—stop screaming." Laxana slapped away her hand trying to cover her wound angrily.

The time spent as a doctor did not take up much of her life, but it greatly improved her character. At least Laxana had never been able to make such a move before.

As she spoke, she took out clean gauze and liquid medicine from the cloth bag in her belt. The wartime situation was urgent, and she could only do some simple bandaging at most. However, something is better than nothing.

While dealing with her, Laxana Crownguard was always thinking about the other two people.

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A man was lying in the ruins with an ugly expression, fully armed, with a pitch-black armor, and a snarling wolf on his right shoulder armor, which was glowing with metallic light.

After a while, after confirming that the devastating explosion was completely subsided, he turned his head and broke the oath he made when he joined the Silent Wolf Army: "Are you all right?"

A group of children looked at him timidly.

The one in the lead was a little girl, very tall, biting her lip even more stubbornly at this time, and shaking her head as if unwilling to admit defeat. Little did she know what a comical contrast her gray face provided to this expression.

However, Galen didn't find it ridiculous.

All he felt was pathetic—and then deep anger.

What are the nobles of Piltover thinking? This is their own city!

The group of children he rescued from a collapsing orphanage. The Silent Wolf Legion occupied many places after entering Piltover, but they did not do anything to the civilians, they only enforced strict curfew measures.

The commoners could even go about their lives on the streets during the daytime—no one dared to do that, of course.

Generally speaking, the situation of the battle was favorable to Noxus, the civilians were all brought under control, and some soldiers of the Legion stayed behind the front line to be responsible for their safety, and Galen was one of them.

"I'll take you to a safe place," Galen said in a low voice. "Come with me, okay? I know you don't like Noxians, but I'm not a Noxian, I'm a Demacian."

"You lied." The leading girl glared at him. "Everyone knows that Demacians hate Noxus the most! How could they mix with the Noxus army?"

Galen smiled wryly: "That was before, kid, Demacia was defeated. Strictly speaking, Demacia is now a city in Noxus."

The girl's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at him in disbelief, as if she was about to cry: "You're lying!"

"I never lie, child." Galen looked at her gently, then stood up slowly, sweeping the gravel off his shoulders.

"I don't believe it! How is it possible? Aren't the Demacians all heroic knights? How can you not defeat a group of Noxus barbarians?!"

In all fairness, every word the child said was poking Galen's wounds.

He gave a self-deprecating smile—huh, gallant knight? Like the one in a fairy tale? Well, boy, the knight in the fairy tale would not let the witchseekers persecute and throw innocent people into prison.

And... the Noxians are not barbarians.

"Things have happened, if you want to know about it, you can ask other people after the war."

Galen explained briefly and quickly skipped the topic.

"As for now, come with me, okay? It's not safe here."

Galen wasn't trying to scare people, but really felt that this place was not safe - those old Piltovers were not lunatics, they were nobles and businessmen chasing profit. To allow a group of businessmen to do this kind of energy bombardment in their own city, they must have a plan.

He frowned, already having a few guesses in his mind. The immediate priority was to get the kids to a safe place, and then rejoin his team... It would be best to find Instructor Kronos, if he was here, things would be much easier.

The children finally compromised. They are still young and have not yet shed their childishness and innocence. This kind of aura allows them to feel the kindness and malice of people. This kind of innate intuition can only be possessed by children.

They followed closely behind Galen, walking nervously on the completely ruined streets. Those who walked behind pulled the hem of the clothes in front, and the girl took the lead. She followed Galen step by step, her body trembling nervously.

The smoke filled the air, and Galen felt a tingle on his skin. He knew that this was a manifestation of excessive concentration of magic power, obviously. That gigantic explosion was powered by magic.

The eldest son of the Crownguard family had a look of disgust on his face - he didn't hate mages and their magic, but he had a lot of opinions on the people who caused this tragedy.

After walking for about ten minutes, they finally found an open space, where the damage was not that serious. Judging by the scattered bricks and the remaining tables and chairs, this place should have been an underground tavern before. Galen climbed to the top of the ruins and looked at the far end carefully, and came to a conclusion.

They were not in the middle of the explosion, and the reason why he and these children were still alive was purely because of luck-they were on the edge of the explosion, and they were only slightly affected...

However, if the edges have become like this, what will the center look like?

Galen didn't dare to think about it any more. At the same time, the girl called out to him nervously from below: "Someone is coming! They're wearing strange clothes! They even have a glowing helmet!"

The sergeant of the Silent Wolf turned his head abruptly, his right hand was already on the giant sword hanging behind his back. The girl didn't lie to him. On the way they came, a group of strange-looking people were marching here.

They act very carefully, covering each other, covering every aspect, and their steps are slow and cautious, obviously well-trained. Galen immediately concluded that this was a private soldier of a certain Piltover family.

Piltover has an army, and most of them are reformed. They advocate large-scale mechanical transformation, and this kind of transformation can indeed bring them great strength.

But they will definitely not act like this, the movement of the army must be fast and swift, it is impossible to adopt such a spy-like method. Walking like this in an open field, the crossbowmen would teach them cruelty.

Moreover, Piltover's army will not wear such a uniform uniform.

Something is wrong.

Those clothes are made of cloth and have no defensive ability, and the helmet is full-covered and airtight. It looks intimidating, but the texture is clearly not metal. This group of private soldiers came to the ruins after the explosion wearing such clothes...

Galen was terrified.

He remembered something bad, and if his guess is true, then...

This group of nobles in Picheng probably needs some special punishment.

"Hide!" He whispered to the children below, and he jumped down from the ruins lightly. Relying on the intuition honed on the battlefield, he immediately found a suitable place to ambush.

——However, the situation is always unable to keep up with the changes.

With a roar, a black shadow descended from the sky, and death fell on the group of private soldiers immediately. A special roar sounded suddenly, and Galen immediately seized the opportunity. He rushed out from his hiding place and slashed at the head of a private soldier with the huge sword in his hand.

Blood splattered, but the battle was over. He had just killed two private soldiers, but the black shadow had already slaughtered all the enemies.

A low, altered voice resounded among the corpses.

"Galen Crownguard...I remember you."

Galen lowered his head and paid sincere respect to the person in front of him: "My honor, Instructor Kronos."