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He spent a lot of time mobilizing a large number of soldiers and horses to bypass Northenburg and secretly go south, slaughtering more than a dozen villages, driving innocent villagers to storm Northenburg at the northern foot of the Gorel Mountains, and spent most of the day just to occupy it. A secondary fortress that may be cut off at any time...
All the actions of the Heidi people seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog. Although Alice told Kled and others not to think about it anymore, she still couldn't let go in her heart.
Years of experience on the battlefield have taught her that if you don't understand why the enemy is acting strangely, it means that your enemy has put a knife on your neck.
There is only one kind of idiot in the world, and that's someone who thinks other people are idiots.
"If it is to weaken the war potential of Noxus, it is still understandable to massacre villages, siege cities and destroy fields. Heidi people, what exactly do you want to do?"
It was obviously a clear night with a dense moon and stars, but Alice felt a little shuddering.
…
Under the same cold moon, a three-meter-high pile of corpses had accumulated under the city wall of Xue Lai Fortress.
"put!"
As the order was given, the gunner loosened the tight gun rope.
The next second, the trebuchet's cannon tip (i.e., the elastic thick wooden rod connecting the magazine and the cannon shaft) made a heavy whistling sound. After crossing a semicircular arc, a round stone about one meter in diameter was hit. With the bullets in his arms, he flew away to the fortress standing in the distance.
More than a dozen rocks that made a sound of breaking through the air flew towards the city wall at the same time, causing the dead souls of the Noxian defenders who were huddled in the blind corner of the wall to appear. Even the Freljord warriors who were climbing the ladder stopped. He stopped his body movements, raised his small leather shield, and prayed that his position was not in the direction where the stone fell.
Heavy "collapse" sounds were heard one after another. The cracked battlements were accurately hit by stones, and several Noxian soldiers hiding behind the battlements were shattered into pieces.
With just one round of shelling, dozens of Noxian soldiers and a dozen Freljordians turned into cold and broken corpses. Even so, the Freljord's trebuchet gunners were still there. Stop and let the trebuchet reset again.
The heavy wood, rolling stones and boiling gold juice had been exhausted in the high-intensity battle. The archers on the city wall did not care about their fingers that had been cut and bleeding by the bow string, and carefully misplaced the few arrows on the bow string, as much as possible. The zone takes away the next target on the bowstring.
Both the siege and defenders fell into absolute madness.
"Hold your position! Kill the enemy with me!!!"
The general of the battle group who had lost his arm pulled out the long knife from his waist, roared at the top of his lungs, and slashed open the Freljordian who had just exposed his head on the ladder with the knife, cutting off the Freljordian's head. Half a head.
Ignoring his face, which was already covered in blood, the general took another stab and stabbed it into the belly of the barbarian warrior who was about to cut him down.
A kick hit the lower abdomen, and the general successfully drew his sword. The barbarian warrior fell backwards, whining in pain and hitting a comrade who had no time to dodge.
"Kill them back!!!"
The shattered city wall revealed a gap more than three meters wide. Freljord's siege tower partition was slowly lowered against the gap in the city wall. Behind the fireproof cowhide partition were several trolls wearing simple iron armor.
, the troll, who was bound by iron chains, brandished the mace in his hand and rushed to the collapsed city wall, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, knocking away the four Noxian soldiers with their spears.
He was riddled with wounds from the iron spikes on the mace and died immediately.
"Wow!!! Eat! Delicious!! I want to eat more!"
Picking up a broken human leg, under the horrified eyes of the Noxian soldiers, the troll opened its mouth happily and made a crunching sound. A dozen arrows that avoided the armor missed and penetrated into the troll's skin.
The rough and thick skin surface does not affect the troll's ability to enjoy its meal at all.
The iceborn sorcerer who controlled the trolls with forbidden magic hid behind the siege tower and cast frost magic at the Noxian soldiers who were about to shoot arrows at a higher position.
A silent cold current blew by, and the abundant ice element quickly adhered to the city wall during the condensation of the spell. It suddenly exploded about five seconds later, and several meters long ice spikes rising from the ground easily pierced Nok.
Sass was proud of his iron-clad leather armor, and his body hung in the middle of the ice spike. The blood soon turned the beautiful blue ice crystals into a sad crimson.
Just when the Freljordians gained the upper hand, a strong smell of sulfur floated from the air, a huge magic circle formed from a height of more than ten meters, and dozens of scattered fire elements expanded rapidly, in a short time.
It lights up the night sky in just ten seconds.
"Master Mage, please help!!!!"
Many clever Freljordians began to move closer to the siege tower where the Iceborn Warlock was located. The Iceborn Warlock asked the trolls to block the tower as a wall, and used frost magic to completely freeze the entire tower.
Watching helplessly as the people before him ran into the tower, the tower that had not been completely sealed was frozen by the ice wall in the next second. The desperate Freljord warrior looked up at the increasingly brighter fireball.
Hundreds of clouds of flames fell from the sky and hit the earth. Within a radius of five miles, there were fireballs representing destruction and violence. Wails, screams, and whimpering came one after another, and the smell of barbecue accompanied by the fragrance of butter poured in.
In his mind, a ball of flames fell straight down from the sky, and his hair began to burn, exuding the stench of burning protein.
"Female Yelena..."
After all, the Freljord warrior who turned into a human-shaped fireball failed to express the reverence in his heart and became a charred black thing.
The fire balls continued to hit the frozen siege truck, but in the end they were unable to break the ice magic of the iceborn warlock.
The range of the meteor shower was blocked outside the fortress wall by Black Rose's mage. In the midst of the flames, the Noxians got a precious chance to breathe.
Finally, under the orders of General Vakul, the leader of the battle group, the Noxian soldiers on the inner curtain wall replaced the soldiers on the outermost curtain wall who suffered heavy casualties, giving the surviving soldiers a little hope of survival.
Many newly arrived soldiers saw the one-armed general with his back turned to them, with his long curled sword on the ground facing the meteor shower, and they also heard the general's hoarse and powerful voice.
"Noxus...never back down..."
Reverent eyes were focused on the standing body. In the eyes of many Noxian soldiers, the one-armed general at this moment was more worthy of respect than the Black Rose Mage who saved the war.
"Lord Philros, we can go and take a rest."
A soldier whispered to Philros, but Philros was indifferent and just stood quietly on the city wall, looking at the forbidden magic that was beginning to shrink.
"Lord Philros?"
Finally, some soldiers mustered up the courage to come to the one-armed general. What they saw was a body riddled with holes and an angry face. Philros's breastplate had long been shattered, and a small beast was stuck in the crack.
Bone dagger, stains of blood oozing out from the heart. There is no doubt that the Freljordian's bone dagger was the fatal wound that took away Philros' life.
Facing the shining shower of meteors and fire, Philros, who was covered in stench, still had his remaining arms strong. His palm full of scars pressed on the long knife, and the bearded general looked at the countless Buddhas who had turned into charcoal under the city wall with disdain.
The Raeljordians.
"What happened to Lord Philros?"
The soldiers with vague vision stopped other people who wanted to get closer to Philros.
"Although the general is asleep, he is still guarding Noxus."
After a pause and looking at his comrades with red eyes around him, the soldier gritted his teeth and wiped the corners of his eyes.
"Let the general rest in peace, everyone! Tears are the cheapest thing in Noxus. We will help the general complete the remaining glorious road of Noxus!"
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Dear readers, I am so tired. The more I write this book, the less confident I am. Judging from the reading data, not many people have read this book. It is said that it is a book maintenance, but it is really no different from abandoning the book. The fifth volume is finished.
I don’t even read it. Everyone really wants to read 2 million words before they are willing to join the trap. The author can’t stand it anymore.
The highest number of subscriptions is nearly 3,000, but the average subscription is only 600, which is far from half. After writing for half a year, I can’t even get an average subscription of 1,000. I want to participate in the 515 update event, but I can’t participate. The website says I’m not qualified. It’s too frustrating.
I’m so frustrated, I’m so frustrated. If, I mean if, if I cut this book, will someone send me souvenirs? (Crying)
