"The Noxian army appears outside the Silent Forest!"
By the time the Demacia knight scouts arrived at the outpost, several soldiers were already waiting in formation, but the panic on their faces could not be concealed. Rather than forming a formation to meet the enemy, it was more like preparing to form an escape formation.
Although no one looked down on the barbarians of Noxus in normal chats, after seeing the well-trained army, the soldiers soon noticed a different aura.
Executing orders and prohibitions is not something that a barbarian who only knows how to behead can do, but more like an elite soldier of the Demacia Legion.
"Don't be afraid, I have already seen it. What we need to do now is to be vigilant instead of panicking. This will only make ourselves the dead souls of the sword."
Coming down from Green Teeth Peak, the Demacian sentry commander wearing simple leather armor looked stern and encouraged the soldiers.
"I have sent people to report to General Oren. Don't panic. The Noxians' destination should be the Forest of Tranquility, otherwise they will definitely not let Sventel back."
"Commander Winston is right. The Noxians are indeed not chasing me. Their goal is the Silent Forest."
Getting off the horse, Swindell confirmed Winster's words, making the remaining four sentries heave a sigh of relief.
"Weren't they showing any hostility?"
"No, I ran away just because I saw that army."
Winston pondered for a moment, touched the short beard on his chin, and spoke slowly.
"Although the Noxians occupied the Nocmooch Plains, they have not shown any hostility towards us, and we cannot start the war lightly. This matter is waiting for General Oren to handle, and we cannot make the decision...Sven
Terr, you should continue to be vigilant on the outside, and the Noxians should report back in time if there is any disturbance!"
"clear."
Watching Swindell leave, the sentry commander Winster sighed.
"It's better not to fight..."
…
Demacia settlement, a simple training ground built of white stone.
Oren, with a serious look on his face, brandished a wooden sword for training and easily blocked the attack from his subordinates. Then he kicked his subordinate down and couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"Trevicorn! Where did your strength go? Is this the fighting attitude you use to deal with those bandits and Freljord barbarians?"
Getting up from the ground, Trevicorn picked up his broad wooden sword and bowed respectfully to Oren.
"General Oren, I have tried my best, and I am very sure that I am not your opponent."
After glaring at Trevicorn, Oren looked at the other soldiers on the training ground, feeling a little jealous of the iron.
"I've told you a long time ago, don't treat me like a general on the training ground! Just like you, I'm just an ordinary soldier in Demacia! You have to go all out in battle!"
"Yes, General, we always understood that."
"General Oren, you are indeed very powerful. It's not that we haven't gone all out."
"General Oren, we just fought with Trevicorn, are you not injured?"
Everything has two sides. Having a strong reputation and being admired is a good thing, but it is not an absolute good thing.
Looking at the soldiers who were always coaxing him like a baby, even Oren felt a little angry and couldn't help but sigh.
"Oren, I'll fight you!"
He had been eager to try it out for a long time. He took down a large wooden stick that was three times taller than himself from the weapon rack. With a serious look on his face, Poppy came to Oren and played a trick on his head.
With his eyes lit up, Oren smiled at his yordle friend and got into a fighting stance.
"Bobby, come on."
As soon as the words fell, the smiles of the two people disappeared instantly, and a chilling atmosphere instantly enveloped the training ground. The two people rushed towards each other at the same time and fought together.
The crackling sound of collision kept sounding, and Poppy's stick skills improved a lot through continuous practice. Especially taking advantage of his short height, he swept the long stick and targeted the tall Oren in the third lane, allowing Oren to move forward.
From time to time, he had to block fatal attacks aimed at his lower body.
The man knows that the Yodel in front of him has always been upright and honest no matter what he does.
If he can't stop it, I'm afraid the man named Oren will have no descendants, and Bobby will lose his best human friend and old father.
After fighting for a while, Oren kept feeding Poppy with moves, and Poppy had tried his best. However, in terms of strength and skills, there was a gap between the yordles and the tall human generals that could not be ignored.
"Haha!!"
Seeing that his attack was blocked by the airtight sword wall, Poppy gritted his teeth and gasped for air. Taking advantage of Oren's opportunity to retract his broad sword, he threw his long wooden stick towards Oren's lower abdomen.
Oren had already developed a super-sensitive defensive perception of his lower body. Oren improvised and used his broad sword to deflect the wooden stick flying straight towards him. Then he saw Poppy, who was throwing himself at his waist with open arms. It was obvious that he was
Hug yourself.
"Well done!"
Throwing away the wide wooden sword, Oren took advantage of his long hands and came first, hugging Poppy's small body with his backhand.
Just as he was about to throw the brave Yodel warrior to the ground, he was knocked back by a sudden and powerful impact. Then he felt a pain in his lower abdomen, but it was Poppy who used the power of his arms to hit Oren's stomach.
Came a kick.
"Look at the feet!"
The hard armor used for training has a cute little footprint.
The man breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a fatal attack...
"General Oren!"
Some of the new recruits watching the battle exclaimed, but were stopped by their companions.
"This is how General Oren and the yordle fought. Don't panic. That yordle is friends with General Oren. She will not really hurt General Oren."
After a little understanding of the relationship between the two parties, the recruit looked nervously at the training ground again, but it was General Oren who picked up the blue-skinned yordle and threw it into the distance like a big stone, instead of directly
Fell on the hard ground.
Sure enough, General Oren didn't use any of his strength at all.
After rolling and falling several times, with his whole body covered in sand and soil, Poppy stood up from the ground with a look of embarrassment and wiped his mouth, but he had no intention of admitting defeat, and instead became more energetic.
"Come again!"
Rubbing his deflated lower belly, Oren was also full of fighting spirit.
"bring it on!"
The two fell into each other again, and for a while the training ground was filled with dust. After the fight, the two people completely let go of their hands and feet, and each one was bruised and swollen. Even the Demacia veteran couldn't stand it.
However, the soldiers understood that this was the most satisfying and happiest state for General Oren, so no one stopped him to avoid defeating General Oren's interest.
A fast horse galloped from outside the military camp, and a small blue flag was placed behind the messenger. Pedestrians along the way took the initiative to avoid it. It was obviously an emergency military situation.
"General Oren! Urgent military information! General Oren! Urgent military information!!"
Stopping what he was doing, he shook his head at Bobby to signal that he would stop fighting for the time being. Oren frowned and looked at the hurried messengers.
After rolling down from the horse and coming to Oren's side, the messenger approached Oren's ear, causing the other soldiers who wanted to know something to shake their heads in disappointment.
After the messengers retreated, Oren patted the dust on his body and calmly issued the order.
"Demacia's First Legion, all wearing armor and swords, assemble!"
