"You mean, the Noxians used sneak attacks to defeat the Mombians and occupied the Nokmoch Plains? Aren't they fighting the northern barbarians in the Damor Plains? How could they have enough energy to attack and occupy them?
Nokmooch?”
In the newly built city, the settlement center of Demacia, Jarwendark looked at the Demacian warrior kneeling on the ground in surprise.
"Yes, Mr. Patriarch."
The Demacian warrior pointed to the Mombian soldier behind him who was being escorted by Demacian soldiers.
"The news came from the mouths of these defeated soldiers. It can't be false."
Jarwendark looked at the Mombian soldiers.
"Tell me how you were defeated? Why didn't you send men to Demacia for help earlier? It's not like we didn't support you? How could you be defeated by the Noxians?"
After being released by the Demacia soldiers, the Mombian soldiers with a look of hatred knelt down towards the man who held the center of Demacia's power.
"Report to the Patriarch, it was the cunning and hateful Noxians who fled into the city as refugees and deceived the trust of Patriarch Moruschev. After the Noxians took control of the key points of the city, they smuggled the equipment into the city.
sophisticated weapons surprised us,
Many of our soldiers were directly killed by the despicable Noxians through sneak attacks. The Noxians also beheaded Patriarch Moruschev and many centurions. We were unable to organize effective resistance, and they also resorted to betrayal.
He defeated the traitor Elder Harold of Mombia and persuaded the remaining Mombia rebels to surrender...
Only a dozen of us Mombians who escaped relatively quickly escaped, and the others were killed by the brutal Noxians...
Please ask the patriarch to send troops to save Mombia!"
Staring at the Mombian warrior kowtowing in front of him, Gavindark smiled and stepped forward to help him up, and spoke gently.
"You have worked hard all the way. Go down and rest first. I still need to discuss with the other elders about sending troops."
After speaking, Jarwendark made a gesture, and the Demacian soldiers nodded, helping the Mombian soldiers to leave slowly.
"Chief Jarvan, is Demacia really going to send troops to help the Mombians retake the Nokmoch Plains?"
The staff member who had been standing silently behind Jarvandark asked.
"If Knockmooch hasn't been lost, I will definitely send troops, but it's a pity...
It was the stupid Mombians who abandoned the Nokomochi Plains themselves. Moreover, Molrushchev has been killed, and the rest of the Mombians will be enslaved by Harold controlled by the Noxians. We
There is no point in sending troops anymore. How can the Noxians be easy to deal with?
We still don’t understand where the Noxians who fought against the northern barbarians got their troops to attack Mombia, so how can we blindly send out troops? I’m afraid that even Demacia will be ruined at the hands of the Noxians.
."
"That's good. I'm afraid that the patriarch will listen to the soldier's request and choose to send troops to waste my Demacia's troops."
The well-dressed staff in white robes breathed a sigh of relief, but Gavindark's face darkened.
"However, we must guard against such despicable tactics as Noxus has too many people.
Bunilis, immediately issued an order to arrest and investigate all the refugees who came to Demacia in the past half month, and to uniformly monitor and imprison them. They were only given half a person's food quota every day and allowed them to farm and mine.
Until there are three completely reliable people who can prove that the refugees are not Noxian spies, otherwise they will continue to work as spies, and those who disobey will be killed on the spot.
Temporarily closed the road from the Nocmoch Plains, sent Demacian swordsmen to guard the traffic arteries, and sent spies to spy on the movements of the Noxians in the Nocmoch Plains... By the way, the Urus Mountains
How is the mithril mining situation going?”
"Reporting to the Patriarch, after a year of secret mining, the Mithril Village in the Urus Mountains has accumulated four kilograms of Mithril, of which about two kilograms were consumed when building the equipment, and there are less than two kilograms of Mithril left.
Not yet in use, under the care of the Hilda family,
During the mining process, some miners were attacked by dragon birds, making mining difficult. I wonder if we should..."
"That's not important. Don't mess with dragon birds. The Kursala people said that dragon birds are very vengeful...
If the dead people just send prisoners to mine, they won't be able to leave the Zenith Mine alive anyway... What are the reserves of mithril equipment?"
"Fifteen mithril swords, twenty mithril spears, and ten pairs of mithril inlaid iron armor."
"Tell the war blacksmith to hurry up and build it without holding anything back...
Also, the Mithril matter is of great importance, and no information must be leaked. If necessary, possible flaws can be directly erased."
"yes."
"Also, since the Noxians are coming fiercely, although it is a bit sloppy, mithril equipment should also be equipped for the soldiers. Well...it is claimed that these mithril equipment are made using Demacia's unique refining method.
Made from the special steel obtained, Mithril Molten Iron Steel can also be called Demacia Steel.
It's up to you to personally select the strongest and most loyal warriors and equip them with Demacian steel equipment to prevent the Noxians from attacking.
Also, ask all captains above the age to report to me, I want to personally control this most powerful Demacia warrior."
…
The sweet potatoes have been eaten, and my daughter is hungry again.
In other words, for two daughters with huge appetites, those wild sweet potatoes were simply not enough to fill the gap between their teeth.
But before he left the quiet forest, what happened in front of him made Qi Ram's heart beat fast. He lay down in the grass with a look of horror, letting the sharp blades of grass scratch his skin, but the man didn't dare to take a breath.
Outside the bushes, a Demacian soldier wearing silver body armor whom he had never seen before raised the crossbow in his hand, and with a cold look on his face, he lowered the gun. The crossbow arrow killed the lame old man who was trying to run away.
At the scene, there were four or five familiar faces whose hands and feet were tied by Demacian soldiers with hemp ropes. They were tied up like cattle and horses and pulled in the direction of Demacia by the soldiers.
"Blake was caught, and the old cripple... died like that?"
He still vaguely remembered that when he first came to Demacia, the Noxian refugee who was lame in his right leg gave him half of the bread he had begged for, allowing him to survive the most critical difficulty. After that, he
He also reached a tacit understanding with the other party, often helping each other, and even introducing himself to the place where he worked. However, the old cripple was inexplicably killed by Demacia soldiers?
"Are Demacians crazy? Why would they do this?"
Ziram didn't dare to bet whether he would be tied up and taken away when he appeared in front of these terrifying soldiers with such a dejected appearance, or whether he would be taken away with a crossbow. He originally wanted to go to Demacia to find someone to take care of him.
The man who succeeded in getting some food by doing some small jobs with his acquaintances had to give up the idea that it was too dangerous.
Turning around to look at the quiet forest behind him, Chiram hesitated for a moment before choosing to return to the cabin.
Hongye really met the magic editor this time. I didn’t say anything to anyone. Just after this week’s recommendations were finished, they immediately ordered me two more without saying a word. I just made a fool of myself.
The difference between the two information messages is only ten minutes. One is pushed by the client and the other is pushed by the website. Looking at the two messages, my eyes are straight and I don’t know what to say. I have no complaints about the 200 collections. I can only
I code quietly, try to write better, and wait for the day when it is published. I will try my best to improve my results, and use my good results to express my great gratitude to the editor.
There are a lot of manuscripts saved now, and I am considering the conditions for adding more updates after they are put on the shelves. Don’t worry about eunuchs. According to the current progress, I have written 150,000 words in 2 AD, and I have written more stories in 997 AD, plus various
Heroes and some events, I doubt this book can directly write about me being buried and Riot going bankrupt. It is true that the story of League of Legends has been compiled for Riot. I just don’t know if I dare to open a big harem and become despised by thousands of people.
King of the Harem of Valoran.
On the day it goes on sale, I will spend ten thousand dollars a day.
