To the west of the Valoran Plains, surrounded by the Silver Mountains and the Urus Mountains, is a piece of dark green priceless emerald, the Nokmoch Plains.
Using the northern foothills of the Shining Silver Mountains and the southern foothills of the Urus Mountains as natural ring barriers, the Mombia tribe gathered more than a hundred survivors of the Rune War and merged into a large tribe of about 400 people. Make your home in the beautiful mountain plains.
In the west, the Demacians founded their country on the west coast of the Sea of Conquerors. They greeted every mage's old mother every day and smeared the white rocks with disgusting mud like shit.
To the east, there are cruel and murderous Noxian barbarians who are constantly on the march, greeting families of all races in the world.
Located between the two, the Mombia tribe is extremely insecure. If it weren't for the continuous and steep Urus Mountains in the north, which isolates the Freljord savages who eat human flesh and suck human blood every day, I am afraid that they would be safe. The Mombia tribe would never choose to settle in this green emerald surrounded by monsters.
Compared to the Forbidden Mudmen in the west who only play quietly in the mud, the Noxian barbarians in the east who are surrounded by wars every day are more terrifying, so the Mombians thought of the Immortal Fortress, so the Mombians did After the decision to build a wall was made, even if it took a hundred years for the wall to be cast, it could truly be called a 'city wall'.
Even though the clan action of building the city wall has seriously affected the development of the tribe, the Mombians still had to send a hundred people into the quarry to stack the large stones dug out of the mountain at the gap in the ring mountain range and give them to the people. The high wall of less than one meter is named the 'Wall of Glory', which means the radiance that protects the Knockmooch Plain.
Seeing the wall of glory rising a few centimeters again, Moruschev, the patriarch of the Mombia clan, showed a reassuring smile, as if he were seeing the tall ears of corn growing in his yard.
"Master Patriarch, it is a waste of manpower to build walls every day. Instead of spending a lot of manpower and material resources to build high walls, it is better to send more people to the Shuoyin Mountains to mine and let the blacksmiths create the sharpest weapons and the most powerful weapons for our warriors. Strong armor to defend against Noxian invaders."
Seeing his tribe wasting time on transporting stones day by day, Harold, the elder who wanted to make the tribe truly powerful, advised him again.
"Building the wall is a century-old plan. We should prioritize our time on increasing the tribe's population and military strength. Otherwise, we will not be able to resist the Noxians when they come. The built Wall of Glory will only be handed over to others..."
"Harold, you don't understand this."
Slowly watching the tribesmen carrying stones on ropes and placing them on the low wall made of mud, the enigmatic Molluschev seemed to have mastered everything.
"The Noxians are currently fighting to the death with the barbarian tribes and bandits in the north. How can they have time to invade us?
By the time they finish fighting, both sides will surely suffer losses. I think you have also discovered that more and more refugees have come to us from Noxus in the past few days.
Many of them are still young children. What does this mean? This shows that no one in Noxus is optimistic about this battle with the barbarians and bandits. The discerning people have run away long ago and will not continue to stay in the Immortal Fortress where countless people are watching and act as a target.
In other words, whether Noxus wins or loses, it will take at least a hundred years to recover, and one hundred years is enough time for us to heighten the city wall to five meters. By then, Noxus wants to To invade us without a force a hundred times ours is simply wishful thinking..."
"It's not good! Patriarch Moruschev! The Noxians are coming in!!! Run, ah ah ah..."
The screams stopped abruptly.
"What!?"
The peaceful village just now turned into a hell in an instant.
Moluchev stared blankly at the village on fire. The sound of clashing swords came from the hinterland. Thick smoke and screams were everywhere. The people building the wall dropped what they were doing and fled in panic, holding spears. The soldier was killed by an armored Noxian soldier running from the street corner with a sword. His eyes were fixed on the soldier's face. Moluchev recognized that it was the blond girl who had just fled into the city yesterday.
Because of this incident, he was proud all night yesterday.
The blond girl glanced coldly at Moluchev, who was not far away from her, and made a gesture.
A dozen shadow crossbowmen wearing black cloth armor and masks with black scarves ran from the corner of the village. They aimed the bowed crossbows at Harold and his clan leader who were stunned, and clasped their fingers on The machine is ready to go.
Taking heavy steps, Margaret carried the Mombia soldier's head and walked straight to the two of them, saying coldly.
"Margaret, Captain of the Noxian Black Iron Guard, is here! Chief Moluchev, do you want to die or live?"
Seeing the Mombian soldiers who tried to get closer were killed one by one by the armored Noxian soldiers, Molrushchev's heart gradually became cold and he opened his mouth, but he still couldn't say the words to beg for mercy that he wanted to live. .
He is the leader of the Mombia clan that rules more than 400 people. Even if he wants to surrender, he still has to straighten his back and let the commander of the Noxian army come to him and sincerely persuade him to surrender...
"First team, shoot arrows!!!"
"Whoosh whoosh..."
"I guess... uh..."
Three or four crossbow arrows pierced the old man with a horrified look on his face and took away his life without mercy.
Turning her head, Margaret threw her head on the ground and looked at Harold. Just when she opened her mouth, she heard Harold kneeling on the ground like lightning and raising his hands.
"The second team..."
"I want to live! I surrender!!"
The girl raised her right hand, and the shadow crossbowmen put down their crossbows and looked around cautiously.
With a dozen other Noxian Black Iron Guards soaked in blood, Epsol came from the other side holding a long knife.
"Apsol, how's the situation?"
"Captain Margaret, all the important strongholds in the village have been captured, and some of them have been captured. The remaining people and soldiers have fled to the west, probably to Demacia for help."
"Give me a sword."
Taking the sword from a member of the Noxian Black Iron Guard, Margaret threw it to Harold.
"Elder Harold, I think you should know how to do this."
Holding the sword blankly, Harold looked confused.
Is this trying to commit suicide? It would be better to just shoot yourself, it would be less painful.
"I...I don't understand..."
Raising her eyebrows, Margaret kicked Harold's head at her feet. The dripping head made Harold's face instantly turn pale.
"I need you to personally cut off the head of Patriarch Moruschev as a certificate of surrender to join Noxus, and then use your patriarch's head to persuade all the rebels to surrender. Do you understand?"
"Understood……"
Knowing that he didn't have to chop off his own head, Harold felt more fortunate.
Harold sighed as he looked at Patriarch Moluchev in front of him, who was still staring at death.
"Master Patriarch, you are dead anyway, so I will lend you my head."
