Chapter 69 Chapter 69 The Sword Awarding Ceremony of the Steel Swordsmen Legion
Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Sword Awarding Ceremony of the Steel Swordsmen Legion
Heavy sword swinging, long-distance running with heavy loads, short sprints, combat training...
During the day, he participated in open selection and at night he lived in a military camp and slept in separate beds with his comrades.
The comprehensive combat training selection lasted for five days. At dusk on the fifth day, the exhausted candidate soldiers finally concluded the first selection under the command of veteran Yingwei Darbis.
There were fewer and fewer people around Kraken. In the end, sixteen people remained in front of the veteran selectors. The other seventy-four were all eliminated and remained in the First Legion of Demacia.
The overly stringent selection conditions shocked all Demacians, and they also gained a new understanding of the combat effectiveness of the Steel Swordsmen Legion and the supreme glory they bear.
On the sixth day, sixteen outstanding soldiers were brought to talk by Jarvandark and rehearsed countless times for the awarding of the Steel Swordsman Legion.
On the seventh day, on the training ground open to the people of Demacia.
Hundreds of Demacians quietly watched behind the legionnaires, the sixteen most powerful soldiers in Demacia's history, witnessing the birth of Demacia's strongest legion.
The tooth-itching scar-faced veteran was gone, and the one who appeared in front of the sixteen people was the highest governor of Demacia, Jarvandark.
"You are Demacia's best soldiers, the best of the best."
Gavindark's voice was full of majesty as he moved slowly between the soldiers standing in two rows with their chests raised and their heads raised.
"The First Legion of Demacia has a total of 523 people (counting the logistics and training militia). There are 64 people who participated in the selection of the Steel Swordsmen Legion through internal recommendations, and there are 64 people who participated in the selection of the Steel Swordsmen Legion through external recommendations.
Twenty-eight people, a total of ninety-two people participated in the selection."
Kraken, who was a little nervous, held his breath slightly, feeling Jarwendark, who had the highest power in Demacia, walking behind him, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"The ninety-two are the best among the five hundred and twenty-three Demacian warriors, and you are the stronger among the ninety-two. The strongest among the strong! You are the well-deserved pillars of the Demacia nation!"
Staring at the stalwart man with the corner of his eye, a fire ignited in the chests of the soldiers present.
The suffering and hardship that I had suffered seemed to completely disappear at this moment.
"The Demacian Steel Swordsmen Legion will become the pride of Demacian people, and will become the sharpest sword in Demacia! The strongest shield! Tell me loudly! Do you have the confidence to defend the glory of Demacia with your life?"
"Demacia! United as one! Demacia! Justice will prevail!!"
"good!"
Returning to the front of the crowd, Gavindark raised the scepter in his hand high as sixteen people took the oath.
"Give me the sword!"
Sixteen people knelt down on one knee in accordance with the already arranged process, with their backs straight and their eyes straight ahead.
A legionnaire held a gorgeous and graceful Demacian mithril sword and placed it on the hands of sixteen people. The mithril sword was held solemnly by strong hands.
"Raise your sword!"
In the majestic voice of Gavindark, the sixteen people stood up with steel swords in their hands, clasped their hands, stretched their arms, stood the steel swords straight in the center line of their chests, and looked straight ahead with resolute eyes.
"Give me armor!"
The mithril-inlaid iron-leather armor with a blue cloak was worn directly on everyone by the legion's decorated soldiers who were flanked from the front and rear. Jarvindark frowned as he looked at the unsightly mithril-inlaid iron-leather armor.
"Zhenjia!"
The sixteen soldiers took a step forward, put their swords in front of their right chests with both hands, and quickly stood up, their sixteen dark blue cloaks fluttering freely, majestic and majestic.
"vow!"
"Be brave and fearless! Never retreat until death! The steel sword will not break! Glory to the fortified city!"
"The army is done!!"
“Ohhhhhhhh!!!”
The people of Demacia began to cheer and began to pour out their joy.
Surrounded by the eager gazes of hundreds of people, Kraken stared at the steel sword placed on his right chest. What he saw on the cold sword edge was a pretty face as gentle as the first snow.
At this time, is she looking at herself?
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Jade Territory, the simple underground headquarters of the Night Blade Killer.
Since there happened to be granite veins underground, the excavation and construction work of the building masons was much easier. Under Lester's instructions, a dozen building masons simply settled underground and commanded more than 30 emerald collars.
The citizens of the territory are digging and expanding the bunker every day.
Although the speed is slow, there is progress every day, which is much better than the lord's castle.
The roughly quarried granite stones were carefully polished and cut into granite tiles, giving the dark underground space a bit more cleanliness and tidiness, at least it no longer resembled the cave dwellers at the beginning.
The extra stones and earth were also stored in the warehouse near the lord's mansion as backup building materials for the subsequent construction of the lord's castle.
After arranging several night blade killers to continue to protect the logging camp in the Silent Forest, Morris returned to the dark underground again and moved into his new room.
The room that was unfinished before I left last time has now taken shape.
There are black iron hoops on the granite bricks, and an ashes concave plate is placed under the hoop to collect the burnt ash and dripping grease.
A bright torch was inserted into the hoop, illuminating the dark room and dispelling the darkness.
There are two vents on the ceiling, which are connected to the surface through a complex channel change system, delivering a steady stream of fresh air to the underground.
The room is not too big, nor is it too small. At least in Morris's opinion, a single room can accommodate a single bed, a lockable cabinet, a table and a chair, which is enough. No more will matter.
significance.
Lying on the wooden bed covered with cotton pads, Morris stared at the bright ceiling, in a daze.
"Dong dong dong ~ here?"
"Enter."
Sitting up from the bed, the wooden door fitted with iron sheets had been opened, and a playful and smiling face walked in.
He still can't change, but he doesn't need to change.
"Is something wrong?"
"have."
His upright appearance was ruined by a strange expression, and the smiling man was not polite. He sat down on the wooden chair and crossed his legs on Morris' table.
Morris frowned.
"look for a job?"
"Something's wrong."
Hector took out a small wooden box from his arms, pinched a handful of brown grass leaves and threw them into his mouth, chewing them carefully with his eyes narrowed, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Morris knew that the brown grass blades were a slightly poisonous plant unique to the Forest of Tranquility. It had an anesthetic effect and was called 'Yuezi Bai'. It had certain addictive properties. His body was covered in wounds, and his chest was peeled off by a cat demon.
The next piece of skin, Hector, came out of the Silent Forest and started chewing Yuezibai's grass leaves.
"I heard that the master is looking for you?"
Too lazy to look at Hector, Morris lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.
"right."
Feeling the comfort coming from his brain, Hector shivered, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.
"Going?"
"Um."
After receiving a positive answer, Hector put his legs down from the table, walked to the bed, and his fingers began to tremble.
"I'm going."
"have you."
"time?"
"wait."
"wait?"
Opening his eyes and staring at the demon-like face under the firelight, Morris grinned and his facial muscles began to twist.
"wait."
Some readers reported that they felt bored when they saw unfamiliar characters and did not understand the meaning of writing these characters. I think it is my fault. The writing skills are not good enough, not interesting enough, and I did not explain clearly. I would like to apologize to everyone in advance.
My ability is limited and I am working hard to learn and improve. I will introduce the general background and origin of these characters in the character details later. If you don’t understand, you can read the character introduction to give everyone an idea. I hope you don’t find me troublesome.
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To explain a little bit, a million-word novel that wants to support the Alliance universe cannot write about familiar Alliance characters all day long. The heroes in the Alliance game are just heroic symbols from above, not ordinary people who deal with daily necessities. I did it
It is to transform the hero from a few lines and four skills into a flesh-and-blood mortal.
The Runeterra I write is a Runeterra for everyone, not a Runeterra for heroes. What I write is a story, a Runeworld in the context of the alliance. It is not a story about one or a few heroes. There will naturally be others.
Many original characters come to support this world and present a real Rune Land to everyone.
If you want to read the hero story, you can go to the official website of the alliance to read it. It is easy to find.
It’s really not easy to create an original character. It has to fit the background, embody certain social characteristics, and be connected to the future world. Please understand,
I write about Poppy every day and cannot express the attitudes of various classes in Demacia toward magicians and their views on marriage. Nor can I describe how the predecessor of the "Fearless Vanguard", the "Steel Swordsman Legion", was established, nor can I explain how the crown prince was established.
How did Lux, the light mage of the Wei family, come to be?
