Chapter 24 Chapter 24 The raid on the Nokmochi Plain
Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Raid on the Nocmooch Plains
To the west of the Valoran Plains, surrounded by the Silver Mountains and the Urus Mountains, is a piece of dark green priceless emerald, the Nokmoch Plains.
Using the northern foothills of the Shining Silver Mountains and the southern foothills of the Urus Mountains as natural ring barriers, the Mombia tribe gathered more than a hundred survivors of the Rune War and merged into a large tribe of about 400 people.
Make your home in the beautiful mountain plains.
In the west, the Demacians founded their country on the west coast of the Sea of Conquerors, greeting every mage's old mother every day, and smearing disgusting mud like shit on the big white rocks.
To the east, there are cruel and murderous Noxian barbarians who are constantly on the march, greeting families of all races in the world.
Located between the two, the Mombia tribe is extremely insecure. If it weren't for the continuous and steep Urus Mountains in the north, which isolates the Freljord savages who eat human flesh and suck human blood every day, I am afraid that they would be insecure.
The Mombia tribe would never choose to settle in this green emerald surrounded by monsters.
Compared to the Forbidden Mudmen in the west who only play quietly in the mud, the Noxian barbarians in the east who are surrounded by wars every day are more terrifying, so the Mombians thought of the Immortal Fortress, so the Mombians did
After the decision to build a wall was made, even if it took a hundred years for the wall to be cast, it could truly be called a 'city wall'.
Even though the clan action of building the city wall has seriously affected the development of the tribe, the Mombians still had to send a hundred people into the quarry to stack the large stones dug out of the mountain at the gap in the ring mountain range and give them to the people.
The high wall, less than one meter tall, was named the 'Wall of Glory', which means the light that protects the Knockmooch Plains.
Seeing that the Wall of Glory was raised a few centimeters again, Moruschev, the patriarch of the Mombia clan, showed a reassuring smile, as if he were seeing the tall ears of corn growing in his yard.
"Master Patriarch, it is a waste of manpower to build walls every day. Instead of spending a lot of manpower and material resources to build high walls, it is better to send more people to the Shuoyin Mountains to mine and let the blacksmiths create the sharpest weapons and the most powerful weapons for our warriors.
Strong armor to defend against Noxian invaders."
Seeing his tribe wasting time on transporting stones day by day, Harold, the elder who wanted to make the tribe truly powerful, advised him again.
"Building the wall is a century-old plan. We should prioritize our time on increasing the tribe's population and military strength. Otherwise, we will not be able to resist the Noxians when they attack us. The wall of glory we have built will only be handed over to others..."
"Harold, you don't understand this."
Slowly watching the tribesmen carrying stones on ropes and placing them on the low wall made of mud, the enigmatic Molluschev seemed to have mastered everything.
"The Noxians are currently fighting to the death with the barbarian tribes and bandits in the north. How can they have time to invade us?
By the time they finish fighting, both sides will surely suffer losses. I think you have also noticed that more and more refugees have come to us from Noxus in the past few days.
Many of them are still young children. What does this mean? This means that in Noxus, no one is optimistic about the battle with barbarians and bandits. People with vision have already run away and will not stay in the Immortal Fortress at all.
The place that was watched by countless people was stupidly used as a target,
In other words, whether Noxus wins or loses, it will take at least a hundred years to recover, and one hundred years is enough time for us to heighten the city wall to five meters. By then, Noxus wants to
To invade us without a force a hundred times ours is simply wishful thinking..."
"It's not good! Patriarch Moruschev! The Noxians are coming in!!! Run, ah ah ah..."
The screams stopped abruptly.
"What!?"
The peaceful village just now turned into a hell in an instant.
Molrushchev stared blankly at the village on fire. The sound of clashing swords came from the hinterland. Thick smoke and screams were everywhere. The people building the wall dropped what they were doing and fled in panic, holding spears.
The soldier was killed by an armored Noxian soldier running from the street corner with a sword. His eyes were fixed on the soldier's face. Moluchev recognized that it was the blond girl who had just fled into the city yesterday.
Because of this incident, he was proud all night yesterday.
The blond girl glanced coldly at Moluchev, who was not far away from her, and made a gesture.
A dozen shadow crossbowmen wearing black cloth armor and black scarfs came running from the corner of the village, aiming at the stunned Harold and his clan leader with their loaded crossbows, and clasped their fingers on
The machine is ready to go.
Taking heavy steps, Margaret carried the Mombian soldier's head and walked straight towards the two of them, saying coldly.
"Margaret, captain of the Noxian Black Iron Guard, is here! Chief Moruschev, do you want to die or live?"
Seeing the Mombian soldiers trying to get closer were killed one by one by Noxian soldiers wearing armor, Molrushchev's heart gradually became cold and he opened his mouth, but he still couldn't say anything to beg for mercy.
.
He is the leader of the Mombia clan that rules more than 400 people. Even if he wants to surrender, he still has to straighten his back and let the commander of the Noxian army come to him and sincerely persuade him to surrender...
"First team, shoot arrows!!!"
"Whoosh whoosh..."
"I guess... uh..."
Three or four crossbow arrows pierced the old man with a horrified expression on his face and took away his life without mercy.
Turning her head, Margaret threw her head on the ground and looked at Harold. Just when she opened her mouth, she heard Harold kneeling on the ground like lightning and raising his hands.
"The second team..."
"I want to live! I surrender!!"
The girl raised her right hand, and the shadow crossbowmen put down their crossbows and looked around cautiously.
With a dozen other Noxian Black Iron Guards soaked in blood, Epsol came from the other side holding a long knife.
"Apsol, how is the situation?"
"Captain Margaret, all the important strongholds in the village have been captured, and some of them have been captured. The remaining people and soldiers have fled to the west, probably to Demacia for help."
"Give me a sword."
Taking the sword from a member of the Noxian Black Iron Guard, Margaret threw it to Harold.
"Elder Harold, I think you should know how to do it."
Holding the sword blankly, Harold looked confused.
Are you trying to commit suicide? It would be better to shoot yourself directly, which would cause less pain.
"I...I don't understand..."
Raising her eyebrows, Margaret kicked Harold's head at her feet, causing Harold's face to turn pale instantly.
"I need you to personally cut off the head of Patriarch Moruschev as a certificate of submission to join Noxus, and then use your patriarch's head to persuade all the rebels to surrender. Do you understand?"
"Understood……"
Knowing that he didn't have to chop off his own head, Harold felt more fortunate.
Looking at the Moluschev clan leader in front of him, Harold sighed.
"Master Patriarch, you are dead anyway, so I will lend you my head."
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