As he walked forward, Blofeld pushed open the heavy wooden door. There was no crazy attacker in the room. Instead, he rarely saw the person he least wanted to see. He didn't expect that the team in front of him turned out to be Kurogane.
The commander of the First Guards Army Corps couldn't help but secretly sigh that he was unlucky. He hid for a long time but still couldn't escape.
On the other side, Milton had already seen that the two armed visitors behind him were trying to retreat, so he waved his hand and motioned for the soldiers of the Emerald Territory to surround the two people. In this situation where he could not retreat, Blofeld
He and Tina dropped the weapons in their hands and raised their hands.
"Master of the Emerald Territory, we have no ill intentions. We only took up arms to protect ourselves. My wife Tina and I are from the Kingdom of Northland. We came from the Kingdom of Northland half a year ago..."
"I didn't expect that the famous Sword Captain of the First Shield Formation would become my prisoner. It's really surprising. Do you think so or not, Sword Captain Blofeld?"
Milton's merciless voice made Blofeld, who was trying to conceal his identity, feel chilled. The ordinary Tina wanted to pick up the weapon again, but was directly knocked down by the Emerald Leader soldiers who had been prepared, and she fell to the ground with her hands behind her back.
"Demacian, if you don't want to die, you'd better be honest!"
Tina, who was punched twice in the face, finally gave up her struggle. The woman looked at Blofield, who sighed.
This is a damn hell start.
"It seems that I am quite famous among you?"
In response to Blofield's question, Milton smiled and shook his head, and the commander of the First Army of the Black Iron Guard slowly walked towards Blofield.
"You're wrong. It's not that it's quite famous, but it's very famous. After all, in my opinion, the only people in Demacia that can be called rivals are the soldiers of your Dauntless Vanguard Regiment, not to mention that you yourself are a member of the Dauntless Vanguard Shield Formation.
Outstanding,
I not only recognize you, I also recognize each of your sword captains in the shield formation. Do you know that the thing I think about the most is how to chop off your heads on the battlefield. I think you should also know that in
Noxus, if you want to gain military merit, you can only exchange it for the heads of your enemies. The more powerful the enemy, the more valuable it is."
In response to Milton's malicious gaze, Blofeld clenched his fists and slowly unclenched them.
"Thank you for caring about my head so much, Mr. Milton. Now you can get your wish. Who made me a prisoner?"
Picking up the Noxian two-handed sword produced by Emerald Collar at Blofeld's feet, Milton suddenly changed the topic.
"Captain Blofeld Sword, is this sword good to use?"
"...It feels okay, but it's a little too rough and ugly, and it doesn't look refined at all."
Amused by Blofeld who told the truth, Milton did not refute and spoke in a conversational tone.
"Indeed, compared with the weapons made by you Demacians, Noxian weapons always look bulky and ugly, but the most important thing about weapons is to be practical, because weapons are not for looking at, but for using.
She is here to kill people. From this point of view alone, you should say thank you to this sword instead of calling her ugly.
If Demacia's weapon is like a little girl who needs to dress up every day, Noxus' weapon is like an ugly, burly old lady who can win after exhausting herself on the battlefield for three days.
It will only be an aunt, definitely not a little girl. I think you Demacians will understand this soon. The inscriptions on the sword cannot make the weapon harder and sharper."
"Sir Milton, so you Noxians are really planning to invade Demacia?"
Without responding, Milton stroked the cold edge of the sword and said seriously.
"Did you know? In order to make this sword, the miners in the Emerald Territory need to dig hundreds of meters underground for precious calcite ore. The calcite ore will be forged into pieces of calcite ingots in the furnace.
After thousands of times of hardening, the ingots of ferrite can only be formed into refined ferrite the size of a fist. The refined ferrite that is difficult to smelt will be beaten into weapons capable of killing people by the master blacksmith in the natural underground lava of the Anvil of Caleas.
Only after completing the above steps can this two-handed sword collide with ordinary steel weapons head-on on the battlefield. Before the trial, this sword had been beaten countless times in three months.
Having said that, it would be a pity to throw away such a fine sword made of refined steel by the Anvil of Caleas, but it is better than becoming part of the gray mist..."
"Sir Milton, what do you want to say, just say it directly, or are you different from other Noxians who are straight-forward and always like to beat around the bush?"
Milton smiled casually, and handed Blofield the long sword in his hand under Blofield's doubtful eyes.
"You should have picked up this sword before the gray mist spread. Since her original owner didn't want her and you picked her up, she is naturally yours. As for your head, I really want it.
, but it won’t be at this time. As you can see, I don’t have many manpower. It is a good thing for me to have fearless pioneer warriors join my team.
If you are willing to accept my kindness, please tell me, Captain Blofeld Sword, did my soldiers withdraw in time after hearing the order?"
Blofeld said without rejecting the two-handed sword offered to him.
"At that time, we were still further out, far away from the inner city castle, and even so, I couldn't run out.
At least in my opinion, your soldiers are very good. They started to organize a retreat as soon as they received the order. It didn't take more than five minutes. As for whether Lord Milton's men have withdrawn, you can understand it by looking at my appearance now.
There are not many soldiers who can fly, and it is difficult to run through the gray fog with just two legs."
"It seems that the loss this time will not be too small..."
Milton sighed softly and said.
"Okay, let go of this beautiful Miss Demacia. Miss, please forgive us Noxian barbarians. Our actions may be a little rude, but this is also for our own safety.
The next two of you will still act with us. Before leaving the gray fog, we need to be on the same side, do you understand what I mean?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Getting up from the ground in embarrassment, Tina picked up her sword and shield and nodded with an unsightly expression.
Seeing that his companions and subordinates were let go, Blofeld asked.
"What exactly happened here? What on earth is the gray fog? Looking at this situation, the gray fog shouldn't be caused by you, right?"
"Of course it's not us. The gray fog was caused by the Liinlan people. We don't know what these foreigners from the Western Continent did. But if we keep moving forward, maybe we can figure it out soon."
A few simple exchanges somewhat reduced the hostility between the two groups. Milton decided to place Blofield and the two on the outer right side away from the mage. Bu was mentally prepared for the more dangerous situation he and Tina were in.
Lohfeld didn't say much.
The team continued to move forward, and the team that received the "new force" relieved a lot of pressure. With two more combat-effective helpers in the team, the Emerald Leader soldiers also behaved more generously and kindly towards Blofield and Tina.
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The entire team maintained rotation. Soldiers with more severely broken bodies were put on crossbows and were placed on the inside of the team by Milton to serve as long-range shooters. Soldiers with less severe injuries were placed on the outside and put on swords and shields.
More than a dozen soldiers perform their duties, defenders, diversions, main attackers and long-range shooters. Everyone is exerting maximum efficiency and is utilized to the maximum extent by Milton.
Silently watching the cohesive team, Blofeld looked at Milton, who always stood at the front and endured the greatest pressure. He seemed to understand the reason for the high morale of the Emerald Leader soldiers.
I don’t know when Demacia’s generals turned into noble lords who only knew how to command soldiers to charge. The only ones who truly dared to lead the charge on the battlefield and maintained the excellent traditions of Demacia were the fearless vanguard legions under the control of the royal family.
King Sisi has been working hard to change Demacia's corruption, but the effect is not very obvious.
I wanted to take advantage of the possible outbreak of the Deno War to eliminate the moths in the Demacian Legion, but I didn't expect that the strength of the Emerald Territory was so strong, and strange things like gray fog happened. Even Blofeld himself
I also think it’s a little too outrageous.
After arriving at the iron gate of the Lord's Hall without any danger, Milton took a deep breath and pushed open the closed door.
Before he could see anything, a nauseating smell of blood hit his face.
Then, accompanied by the smell of blood, a thick mist rolled out from the door. Milton and others could only take a few steps back to avoid the impact of the mist. After a few minutes, the bloody hall became clear when the mist dissipated.
More than a dozen pot-shaped kerosene lamps were hung from the beams, and the swaying flames cast a very weak light. There was a lake of blood on the ground that was no more than ankle deep. The firelight, reflected by the blood, could illuminate the dim and dark hall.
A rough idea.
There was only a strange scarecrow standing in the empty lord's hall. The scarecrow with his back to everyone was facing the throne on the steps. His legs filled with straw and wood branches stood side by side in the center of the hall, with his hands raised.
He held a dark red lantern in his right hand. The metal red lantern moved automatically without wind, swaying gently in the empty and silent hall without making any sound.
In addition, there are only thirteen strange-shaped wooden stakes dripping with blood surrounding the outer circle of the scarecrow in an incomprehensible way. The source of the blood lake on the ground is the thirteen strange-shaped wooden stakes.
The wooden pile's eyes are round and protruding like a sea fish, it has a deer's nose, an elephant's ears, and a leopard's body, but its hands and feet are tentacle-shaped. The entire wooden pile is full of holes, and the holes are as if they are alive.
Blood dripped onto the ground, flowing endlessly, completely infecting the entire ground. It seemed to be guarding the scarecrow in the center, and it seemed to be imprisoning the scarecrow by flowing into the blood lake.
Shocked by the too weird scene in front of him, Milton took a few steps back to let others see the terrifying scene in the hall. He always felt that he had seen the description of the scarecrow somewhere, but for a moment he couldn't think of it.
stand up.
"This scarecrow always feels familiar to me...Master Mimi, do you have any impression of this?"
Unable to figure it out, Milton decided to ask the mysterious Master Meimi, but he heard Master Meimi say frightening words one by one.
"This scarecrow is the fear demon recorded in the Emerald Territory Demon Manual. Milton, we are in trouble."
"Scarecrow, fear devil... Sir Milton, I remembered!"
Blofield, who was behind Milton, suddenly widened his eyes. The soldiers from the Emerald Territory took the initiative to make room for Blofield, allowing him to smoothly reach Milton and Meimi at the front.
"What do you remember?"
Milton didn't know what the Demacia Sword Captain in front of him wanted to say, but he didn't mind giving the Sword Captain some time.
"I thought about scarecrows. There are many records about scarecrows in Forsbarrow, Demacia.
Every few decades, many people disappear suddenly in Forsbarrow and several surrounding villages. The Demacian Demon Guard has investigated the situation there several times. At first, we thought it was another evil mage.
cause trouble……"
After taking a look at Memie in her robe, Blofeld decided to skip describing the Demacian people's views on mages.
"But later, the Forbidden Demon Guards could not find any trace of the mage at all. Even the Forbidden Demon Disk showed no signs of the flow of magic elements. After many inquiries and visits, in desperation, the Forbidden Demon Guards could only record
After listening to some villagers' ramblings, they just said it was "mass hysteria", and they didn't understand what was going on until the end.
If the problem cannot be solved, the Forbidden Demon Guards can only forcibly take away those who have experienced the incident, and strictly ban the news of the scarecrow to prevent the fear from continuing to spread."
Milton sneered, he would not miss such a good opportunity to ridicule.
"Bad words... Haha, you Demacia are really civilized and democratic. Captain Blofeld Sword, I don't know if you know it. The Scarecrow has also come to the Emerald Territory. When there are people missing, we 'barbarians'
'It's not that easy. Although I paid some price, I still figured out what the hell is hurting our people. Learn from it, Lieutenant Blofeld Sword, let's see what we Noxian barbarians are.
How to do things..."
Shaking his head at the somewhat angry Tina, Blofeld did not refute Milton's words, but silently watched Milton say to the short female mage beside him.
"Master Meimi, I want to hear your advice."
Meimi lowered her head and pondered for a while, then whispered.
"The source of the gray fog is between these bleeding wooden piles. We must destroy the wooden piles to destroy the flowing gray fog and escape from this strange space. But the problem is... things are not so easy to handle."
Frowning, Milton sighed as he heard the implication, and turned his attention to the scarecrow.
"If I'm right, the problem should be with the fear demon, right?"
