Run, run desperately, just to get rid of the lingering ghost behind you.
The sunset on the horizon dyed the faint branches of the branches into blood-like red, just like the butcher knife he wielded against the two-legged lizard people on this island. Everything on this island was preventing him from escaping the threat, including stones.
, shrubs, trees, and even the breeze have become uninvited guests blocking the road, blowing head-on is annoying.
Walsh's heart began to beat loudly, and there were fewer and fewer people around him. He didn't know when he was the only one left, and the enemy behind him seemed to be teasing him.
After taking away one or two people, he no longer had the anger of being teased at the beginning, nor the unyielding will of the Demacia nobles. At this moment, he just wanted to hide, just like when he was a child playing hide and seek with his companions, not wanting to be ghosted.
turn up.
Walsh no longer cared about Cecil's orders, whether to lay traps or prevent counterattacks. There was nothing safer than finding a hidden place to curl up. He had enough food and clean water to survive for three days. He couldn't
He would bet that the demons of Noxus behind him would search for three days, and he would do so simply because he had no other choice.
Feeling that his physical strength had reached its limit, Walsh began to slow down. Soon, a small mountain col not far away caught Walsh's attention. After a simple search, he found a small mountain col.
There was a rotten tree hole that could accommodate his body. Regardless of the poisonous insects in the tree hole, he simply poked it with Demacia's exquisite steel sword a few times. Then Walsh got in and covered the peeled bark.
Outside the tree hole.
"Whoops, whoops, whoops..."
Breathing in the moist and corrupt air, before Walsh could relax his body, his body became tense again.
There was a whistling sound of wind in the dead silence, followed by the sound of branches and leaves being trampled on from outside the tree hole. The owner of the footsteps walked calmly and unhurriedly, not like his escaping companions at all.
"Shuo'er~"
The whistle that made Walsh desperate was slowly approaching. He didn't know if he had been discovered. The fear had made it difficult for his body to make any effective resistance. He could only grit his teeth and quickly suppress his breathing until he even heard it.
Even without hearing anything, Walsh held the sword tightly in his right hand and stared intently at the gap in the bark of the tree hole that he had covered. He suddenly regretted that he had hastily hid it here.
The footsteps got closer and closer, paused, then seemed to go further away, gradually disappeared, and the body relaxed slightly, but a playful whistle sounded outside the tree hole.
"After running for so long, is this the dog hole you found for yourself? Little puppy from Demacia~ I originally said I would let you run for a while longer, but I didn't expect you to be so unable to withstand the torment. What should I say?
?Maybe a little disappointed?"
The noble Demacian language was spoken with disdain from the mouth of a savage Noxian fanatic. Such a discrepancy made Walsh go crazy.
With his body trembling, Walsh suppressed his face completely, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the sword in his right hand began to turn white. Walsh turned the sword silently, pointed the tip of the sword at the bark of the tree, and stabbed with all his strength.
out.
"Ding!"
As if he had predicted Walsh's attack, the moment the bark of the tree was pierced, a dark red long knife slashed straight down from one side to the middle of the long sword. Demacia, which is known for its sophistication and excellence, The stainless steel sword was broken into two sections in the bright blood-colored sword light. He staggered and sat on the damp ground of the tree hole. Walsh dropped the broken sword and watched in despair as the enemy outside the tree hole carried him away. Come out of the tree hole and throw it on the ground casually.
The enemy who was chasing him was wearing a light leather armor. Walsh's eyes glanced at the flying knife case and a set of ferocious torture instruments on the leather armor, and he couldn't help but shrink.
The pursuer grinned, patted the torture tool bag on his waist, opened the leather buckle and enthusiastically showed off his handy tool.
"Oh, you saw the tools I usually use for work, so I won't hide them anymore. Demacia's little dog, I regret to tell you that you are my last target, so now It’s not time to rest yet, unless you want to lie in your dog hole forever rotting with maggots under my service..."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving, but I want to know before I die, who are you? Why do you appear on this Lizard Island?"
"It seems that you don't have the right to ask questions now~"
The non-smiling Night Blade Killer picked up Walsh's unresponsive left hand, and a thin flat-headed needle with a raised tail pierced straight between the index finger under the Night Blade Killer's exquisite control. With a hard pick, Nian Huhu's fingernails fell off, sticking to his flesh and blood.
A heartbreaking stabbing pain came from the fingertips of his left hand. Walsh raised his left index finger, which had lost its nail cap, and cried out in pain, with tears streaming down his face.
"Do you still have questions? You still have nineteen chances to ask questions. Don't worry, I didn't count your toes. I don't like your toes. I just want to throw away some of your other body parts. I only know how to bully the weak Demacia. Puppy, show off your energy of hurting the cute little ones in Misty Tail, ask, I will answer all your questions, do you know why it hurts so much to lift your fingernails? Do you know how to cut off your ears so that your face won’t turn sideways? Are there any more little sarcomas? Do you know what it feels like to be skinned while you are still alive?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu: No more questions, no more questions, I'll go with you..."
After gently kicking Demaxi's completely collapsed face, the Night Blade Killer suppressed his joking smile and returned to indifference.
"It's really boring. Since I won't ask anymore, let's go."
…
By interrogating the captives over and over again, Milton, who had become familiar with how many noble lovers most of the Demacian bandits' biological mothers had, was very sure that the only target he was pursuing was Cecil, the captain of the Demacian Watcher. He knew, Others can be killed on the spot, but this person must be captured alive to satisfy the great Demon Faced Lord Lester.
Cecil Hanse, the second son of the Hanse family, a small aristocrat in Demacia, has loved the sea and waves since he was a child, and his ambition is to be a great captain. Unfortunately, his lofty goal does not allow Cecil to control his lower body. , after a palace reception, he harmed a common girl deep in the street. Because the girl would rather die than surrender and insist on fighting to the end, the tyrannical Cecil strangled the girl he had defiled.
Cecil's evil deeds were finally reported to the noble court by righteous witnesses. Cecil, who had committed adultery and murder, was tried by the Demacian noble court and permanently banished from the Demacia plain. The court deprived Cecil of his personal inheritance.
The family's title of baron.
Since then, Cecil has been taken over by the Chrisman family, the top powerful family that controls the Forbidden Demon Guards. He has been wandering on the sea. If you don't mention the bandit methods of murder and arson, he can still be considered as a captain.
Great aspirations.
"Cunning, cruel, good at using knives and laying traps... Haha, let me see your methods."
After changing his heavy armor into light armor, Milton dove into the woods.
…
The murderous Emerald Territory warship [Steel Wing] is anchored in the deep sea area not far away. Except for the necessary crew members, everyone has disembarked. The Emerald Territory's elite warriors are fully armed and their swords are unsheathed.
At the coastal camp, people stood silently behind the giant dragon, guarding the man who stood motionless. Everyone was quietly waiting for the arrival of noon.
Nearly a hundred Demacia rogues have been imprisoned in the wooden fence. They have been without water for nearly a day. Many injured rogues' wounds have begun to suppurate in the heat. In addition, the Noxians enthusiastically contributed fresh food.
The smelly socks and the steamer-like fence presented a hellish scene.
What they see in front of them makes more and more people watching Wuwei feel chilled. Even if they know that this is the bad guy who hurt their own people, many Wuwei find it difficult to accept such cruel behavior for a while. You must know that even the last time they
They only drove the intruders into the sea and did not do anything so terrible.
But the problem is that Lester, who was originally gentle and gentle with Xi, seems to have changed into a different person now, full of irresistible majesty and evil spirit. The change without warning makes many Wuwei dare not face the unfamiliar Lester.
If he raises an objection, he can only wait aside like the clan leader Wuhua, hungry.
"Come on Hit, Milton and the others are back."
In the extremely depressing atmosphere, Shia's voice was like a clear spring that eased the tension on Kiritail Island. The Kiritails breathed a sigh of relief, but the Vastayans didn't know that the seemingly serious-looking Emerald Territory soldier
There are also many people who cannot bear the pressure of Lester and secretly complain in their hearts. Many people can't help but recall the terrifying legend of the Lord of the Emerald Demon Face slaughtering the city alone in Beihai. It is not until they face the miracle of living in person that everyone understands that maybe the legend
It's not just a legend, it's a horror.
The team led by Milton slowly walked out of the woods. In the middle of the team was a group of Demacia bandits whose hands were tied with hemp ropes. Among the many captives, only one had his hands and feet tied, and the whole person was placed in a
On the back of a trembling wild boar,
Lester could recognize that the man on the boar's back was none other than Cecil, the leader of the Demacian bandits. Lester secretly wondered where Milton had caught the unlucky wild boar to use as a laborer.
"Lord Liszt, fortunately you have lived up to your fate."
Milton knelt down on one knee, put his right fist in front of his left chest, and lowered his head slightly to express absolute surrender. This was not a kneeling ceremony. (Note: In Noxus, slaves are not considered complete people and need to be treated as such.
Milton did it willingly, the highest level of military etiquette in Noxus (the master knelt on his knees to express submission).
It wasn't until Milton's words fell that Lester's face, which was as dark as water, softened a bit.
"Well done, get up and return to the team quickly."
"yes!"
He cast a dull glance at the last Demacia bandit. Under Cecil's expectant gaze, Lester looked away without any intention of speaking, which made Cecil's gaze stagnant.
Pointing at the fearful Demacia bandits, Lester said in a deep voice to everyone.
"Look at these despicable and hypocritical Demacians! Only when the sword comes to your head can you understand the value of life.
Their country flaunts benevolence and morality and shouts for justice all day long! However, their citizens secretly engage in despicable and bloody transactions!
They can be so shameless as to raise the pirate flag and board the uncontested Kiriwei Island to start a war against Vastaya Kiriwei and commit inhumane massacre. They can also be shameless enough to raise the Dema when facing the powerful ships and cannons of the Emerald Territory.
The indigo flag of West Asia signifies submission!
They bully the weak, but are afraid of the stronger ones. They don't even dare to stab us with the sword that killed Kiriwei Island in their hands. Tell me! What do we call such people in Noxus!
"
"coward!
"
Everyone responded to Lester's question with high-pitched voices from the bottom of their hearts. Lester pulled out Luoxia with a stern look, and walked straight towards the wild boar not far away step by step. Seeing this scene, the wild boar's legs
He immediately knelt on the ground and fainted.
"Tell me! How a coward deserves to be treated!
"
Cutting open the rope tied to the wild boar with a knife, Lester glanced at the fogtails who started to sway, picked up Cecil who was tied into a rice dumpling with his left hand and threw it on the ground.
"Execute!
Execute!
Execute!
Noxus has no need of cowards!"
The sound wave formed by hundreds of people broke through the sky, and the murderous aura forced back the white clouds that blocked the sun at noon. The fog swayed and dispersed, but despair appeared on the faces of the Demacia bandits. They seemed to have known their fate and began to struggle desperately.
Lester cut the rope that bound Cecil, but Cecil, who wanted to struggle, was tightly held by the dragon-shaped gauntlet, unable to move at all.
"No one can escape unharmed after offending the majesty of Noxus. A coward who offends a brave person will only get death.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! A hundred years ago, the barbarian soldiers from the Dalmo Plain in the north divided into two groups and went south to the Immortal Fortress. Under the spirit of Noxus' endless fight, all invasions
They all fell asleep on the land of Noxus, becoming Noxian warriors with glorious achievements full of scars.
A hundred years ago, Demacia secretly captured and detained the female general Meredith of the Emerald Territory Spell Legion. After the Emerald Territory soldiers pressed the border, Demacia, who owned the Demacia Steel Swordsman Legion, could only kneel on the ground and apologize.
Compensation, welcome to General Meredith, and send gifts out of the country,
A hundred years ago, the Heidi people of the North Sea sent out magic legions to attack Northenburg in the Emerald Territory. However, they were met with genocide. The entire Heidi tribe was completely wiped out. The North Sea ruled by the Heidi people became the disappearing history of Valoran.
The soldiers of the Emerald Territory flattened the North Sea. To this day, the pearl of the North Sea [Heidi City] is nothing more than a back garden used by the Emerald Territory for fishing.
A hundred years ago, the territory of Noxus was only the Immortal Fortress. Four hundred years later, we used our iron blood and courage to build a great empire stretching from the Black Iron Castle in the west of the Dalmo Plain to the north and the Red Rock Castle of Noxus in the south!
My territory includes the Dalmor Plains, the Nocmooch Plains, and the Noxus Rocklands. Our territory spans the three peaks of Pagrus, the boundless Urus Mountains and the Silver Mountains!
We are fighting against the Kingdom of Gran, fighting against the Principality of Valx, fighting against the Kingdom of Northland, and fighting against the tyrant of the Immortal Fortress!
No matter life or death, no matter advantage or disadvantage! We never escape! We never admit defeat, we fight until the last moment!
Even death will cost the enemy blood!
And today!
A group of despicable, maggot-like Demacians have set foot on our territory in their ridiculous warships! They are wielding butcher knives to slaughter our people! Tell me!
what should we do!
"
"kill!
kill!
kill!
"
"Kill all these cowards!
"
All the Emerald Territory warriors let out savage roars, venting their inner anger as if they had to roar to their throats to express the murderous intent in their hearts.
The devastated Demacians and the shivering Misttail witnessed with their own eyes the demon-like man wielding a long knife, cutting off the heads of Demacians like cutting wheat.
Wuhua's body trembled, and her eyes moved away from the frightened head. In the rain of blood sprinkled from the head, the leader of the Wutail clan met Lester's indifferent gaze.
"Only blood and death can wash away the humiliation suffered by Noxus! Chief Mistflower, I think you should already know what Noxus is.
The maggots that slaughtered your people are here, it's time to make your choice, prove to me that the Misttails are worthy of joining Noxus."
