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"Crownguard!"

A hurried call came from behind. Laxana, who had dirty blond hair, turned back abruptly and responded loudly: "Here! Here!"

The artillery fire was raging, and there was not much distance between them, but because of the scattered smoke and dust, it was completely impossible to see each other's appearance. After several twists and turns, the person who called her finally emerged from the smoke and dust.

It was a burly soldier, wearing a suit of pitch-black armor, and he was obviously a member of the Silent Wolves. He should have abided by the rules of the Legion and remained absolutely silent before victory, but the current situation did not allow him to

Do this.

His face was covered in blood, and there was a long and narrow wound on his forehead, from which the blood gushed out. But the soldier ignored it at all and focused on protecting a civilian in his arms.

She was about forty years old and fell into a coma. Her abdomen was bleeding and her clothes were dyed red.

"You accidentally injured civilians again?!"

"Don't do this, Crown Guard!" the soldier replied filially. "This woman ran out of her home and said she wanted to find her child. If we hadn't protected her, she would have run to the war zone and been blown to pieces.

Got it!"

Laxana originally wanted to say something, but there was a sharp whistling in her ears. An intuition unique to magicians arose in her heart, sharp and stinging, making her uncontrollably——

He screamed as if instinctively.

"Get down!"

This shrill voice was completely inconsistent with her status as a Crown Guard, and what she did next had nothing to do with the former Miss Crown Guard.

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

An invisible torrent of energy fell from the sky, houses collapsed, the ground cracked, and buildings turned into ashes. The sharp whistle almost broke Laxana's eardrums. She gritted her teeth tightly and tried her best to release her energy.

talent.

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

After an unknown amount of time, the whistle gradually subsided. Laxana opened her eyes with difficulty, and a feeling of almost losing her strength followed. She removed the barrier, the light dissipated, and the soldier stretched out his hand to hold her while looking around in shock.

A circle around.

——The street they were standing on has now completely disappeared, and all the buildings within a radius of dozens of miles have been reduced to powder. The place where they are now is a huge, deep pit.

Are the Piltover elders crazy?! Detonating something like this in their own city?! There are still many civilians hiding in their own homes here!

After a few more minutes, Laxana finally woke up. She had joined the Noxian army as a military doctor and had long since lost her original innocence and youthfulness. Even a brief fainting did not make her lose it.

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 civilians here!"

"Rich old men never treat us as human beings."

A voice intervened in their conversation, with a weakness that could not be concealed. 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 Zaan.

"

"I am not interested in the economic and cultural entanglements between you." The soldier said firmly. "Such things will not happen in Noxus."

"Are you any better than them?"

The woman smiled palely despite the pain: "Please, Noxians, you are the invaders!"

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

Any of your civilians?"

He smiled contemptuously: "This is not an invasion, you ignorant woman, this is the recovery of lost territory - Runeterra will eventually be integrated into a whole in the hands of Noxus! When we win, those Piltover bosses will come back.

There will be no chance to do such a thing!"

Laxana had no intention of getting involved in their quarrel. This kind of thing was really a bad deal, and it was hard to explain. At first, she was confused about Demacia's defeat. But the Noxians used

Their behavior proves that their purpose is indeed not as simple as it seems.

No invader would completely exploit the defeated country after winning. This is completely contrary to common sense.

At the beginning, she would stay up all night thinking about it, wanting to know what Noxian people meant. In order to get the answer, she even joined the Noxian army and became an army physician, but in the end she

But only one conclusion was reached.

Noxians are crazy.

You can't reason with a madman, it won't make sense.

"Stop arguing and observe the situation nearby." Laxana coughed and said. "Now I just hope that the mages in the legion can react as quickly as me."

The soldier said firmly: "Don't worry, Crown Guards, their reaction will definitely be faster than yours."

Out of sight of him, Laxana rolled her eyes. She coughed and came to the woman's side, and in her alert eyes, she pulled away the hand she was holding on her abdomen. She moved so quickly that the woman didn't even react.

"what are you doing?!"

"Treat you - stop screaming." Laxana slapped away her hand trying to cover her wound angrily.

Her time as a doctor does not account for a high proportion of her life, but it has greatly improved her character. At least Laxana had never been able to do this kind of behavior before.

As she said that, she took out clean gauze and potion from the cloth bag on her belt. In wartime emergencies, she could only do some simple bandaging at most. But, it was better than nothing.

While taking care of 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. He was fully armed with pitch-black armor, and there was a roaring wolf on his right shoulder armor, which was glowing with metal.

After a while, after making sure that the devastating explosion had completely subsided, he turned around and broke the oath he swore when he joined the Silent Wolf Legion: "Are you okay?"

A group of children looked at him timidly.

The leader was a little girl who was very tall. She was biting her lip firmly at this moment and shook her head as if she refused to admit defeat. She didn't know that her gray face provided the source of this expression.

What a hilarious contrast.

However, Galen did not find it ridiculous.

He felt nothing but pity—and then deep anger.

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

These children were rescued by him from an orphanage that was about to collapse. The Silent Wolf Legion occupied many places after entering Piltover, but they did not do anything to the civilians, only enforcing strict curfews.

.

Civilians could even take to the streets during the day and continue their lives - of course, no one dared to do so.

Overall, the war situation was favorable to Noxus. The civilians were under control, and some legion soldiers stayed behind the front lines to be responsible for their safety. Galen was one of them.

"I will take you to a safe place." Galen said in a low voice. "Follow me, okay? I know you don't like Noxians, but I am not a Noxian. I am Demar."

West Asians.”

"You're lying." The leading girl glared at him. "Everyone knows that Demacians hate Noxians the most! How can they mix with the Noxian army?"

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

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

"I never lie, child." Galen looked at her gently, then slowly stood up and swept away the gravel on his shoulders.

"I don't believe it! How is it possible? Aren't Demacians all brave knights? How could you not defeat a group of Noxian barbarians?!"

To be fair, every word this kid said was poking Galen's wounds.

He showed a self-deprecating smile - Ha, a heroic knight? Just like the one in the fairy tale? Well, kid, the knight in the fairy tale would not let the demon hunters persecute them and throw innocent people into prison.

And...the Noxians are not barbarians.

"Things have already happened. If you want to know about this, you can ask other people after the war is over."

Galen explained briefly and quickly skipped the topic.

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

Galen is not being alarmist, but he really feels that it is not safe here - those Piltover elders are not lunatics, they are nobles and profit-seeking businessmen. A group of businessmen can do this kind of energy bombing in their own city.

They must have something up their sleeve.

He frowned and already had several guesses in his mind. The top priority now was to send these children to a safe place and then rejoin his team... It would be best to find Instructor Kronos.

, if he were here, things would be much simpler.

The children finally compromised. They were still young and had not shed their childishness and innocence. This aura allowed them to feel people's kindness and malice. This kind of gifted intuition is only possessed by children.

They followed Galen closely, walking nervously on the streets that were completely turned into ruins. The ones walking behind were holding the corners of their clothes in front, and the girl took the lead. She followed Galen step by step, her body tense and tense.

Trembling uneasily.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and Galen felt a tingling sensation on his skin. He knew that this was a sign of too high a concentration of magic power. It was obvious that the huge explosion was driven by magic power.

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

After walking for about ten minutes, they finally found an open space. The damage here was relatively not that serious. Judging from the scattered bricks and remaining tables and chairs, this place should have been an underground tavern before. Galen climbed up

From the top of the ruins, I looked carefully towards the far end and came to a conclusion.

They were not in the center of the explosion. The reason why he and these children were still alive was entirely due to luck - they were on the edge of the explosion and were only slightly affected...

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

Galen didn't dare to think about it carefully. At the same time, the girl nervously called to him from below: "Someone is coming! They are wearing strange clothes! They also have luminous helmets!"

The sergeant of Silent Wolf suddenly turned around, his right hand already on the giant sword hanging on his back. The girl did not deceive him. On the way they came, there was a group of strange-looking people marching towards here.

They were extremely meticulous in their actions, covering each other, covering every aspect, and their steps were slow and cautious. They were obviously trained for a long time. Galen immediately concluded that these were the private soldiers of a certain Piltover family.

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

But they will never act like this. The movement of the army must be fast and swift, and it is impossible to adopt such a spies-like method. Walking like this in the open space, the crossbowmen will teach them what cruelty is.

Moreover, Piltover's army does not wear such uniforms.

Something is wrong.

Those clothes were made of cloth and had no defensive capabilities. The helmets were full-covered and airtight. They looked intimidating, but the texture was obviously not metal. This group of private soldiers wore such clothes and came to the ruins after the explosion.

...

Galen was horrified.

He remembered something bad. If his guess was true, then...

These Piltover nobles may need some special punishment.

"Hide!" He whispered to the children below, and he climbed down from the ruins with ease. Relying on the intuition tempered on the battlefield, he immediately found a suitable place for an ambush.

——However, the situation can never keep up with the changes.

With a roar, a black shadow fell from the sky, and death immediately fell among the private soldiers. A special kind of roar sounded loudly, and Galen immediately seized this opportunity. He rushed out of his hiding place,

The giant sword in his hand struck a private soldier in the head.

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 sounded among the corpses.

"Galen Crownguard...I remember you."

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

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