Waking up in sweat, the dull sound of horns unique to Noxus could be heard in his ears. Winster turned over and sat up with lingering fear, his brain a little confused.
The wonderful dream was shattered, and the cold reality appeared before our eyes.
The sound of the Noxian bugle echoed in the sky, stirring the tense nerves of all Demacians.
This is simply the worst possible situation.
Winster could no longer care about anything else. He jumped out of the wooden bed at the outpost, picked up the long sword on the wall and ran out.
The remaining sentries breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the sentry commander coming out. At least they didn't have to go in and disturb the sentry commander's sweet dream.
Several sentries looked at each other, and then looked away at the same time, with natural expressions on their faces.
At this time, Swindel had just ran into the post at the east foot of Green Teeth Peak, and turned over and dismounted with an anxious look on his face. Winster came forward to meet him, with a tense face and a deep voice.
"The Noxians are coming? How many are there?"
"No, they just gathered and lined up. It looked like there were more than a hundred people."
"Will they call?"
"Probably not. They are adopting a defensive posture."
"Why are they lining up?"
Swindell frowned.
"I don't know, maybe a warning?"
Why do people who know how to nap every day have so many problems?
"There must be a reason for them to line up, and we must respond accordingly..."
Halfway through the words of the confused Winston, a scout on a fast horse came running from behind the outpost. The serious-looking rider pulled the reins and gave a "whisper", and the horse stopped in front of the sentinel, panting.
"General Oren's First Army Corps will be here soon. How can you look so panicked? Hurry up and get ready to welcome General Oren!"
After being reprimanded by the scouts of the First Legion, Winster thought of another aspect and looked a little unhappy.
"Is the defense formation for General Oren's First Legion? How did the Noxians know about General Oren's arrival before we did?"
…
Oren led the army to the base of Green Teeth Peak, the last outpost on the outermost ring of the Demacia border.
Oren met at the post with the director of the post, the Great Sentinel Winster, who was willing to station himself in the most dangerous areas.
It's just that the smell of this outpost is weird, the beds are not folded, and there is a smell that belongs to men both inside and outside. However, thinking that a group of men together will not have any smell, Oren is relieved. .
After taking a deep look at Winster, he looked away from Bobby who was holding his nose and frowning. Oren, who still had bruises on his face, coughed twice.
"Tell me about the situation at the outpost."
After scratching his head, Winston glanced at General Oren with some embarrassment, whose right side of his face was slightly swollen. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to turn a blind eye.
"Currently, there are total outposts..."
After giving General Oren a brief overview of the situation at the outpost, Winster closed his mouth and looked at Oren earnestly.
Nodding to Winster, Oren continued to ask
"Are the Noxians still in the Silent Forest? What is their purpose in the Silent Forest?"
"Yes, they are still there and have set up a camp. It must not be a temporary move.
The Noxians started transporting some kind of black wood five days ago. I asked the hunters and it turned out to be black stone wood from deep in the Forest of Tranquility. This shows that they must be setting up a semi-permanent logging camp. . "
"Does it seem to you that other Noxians are expressing some kind of hostility toward us?"
Winster shook his head and was sure.
"No, my sentry has confirmed this. However, their soldiers often glare at my sentry. If staring is not hostile, it should not be hostile."
After pondering for a moment, Oren stood up.
"It seems that there is still a possibility for us to talk to the Noxians. Young man, you..."
Halfway through, Oren looked at the slovenly and embarrassed whistle commander and decided to find a more reliable candidate.
"General?"
"It's okay. You'd better rest for a while and fold the quilt."
Looking at Oren's back, Winston always felt that he seemed to have lost some opportunity, and couldn't help but curse inwardly.
"Damn it! After all that, General Oren didn't even ask me my name!"
Outside the guard post, Oren caught sight of Swindell holding the horse at a glance.
It only took him three seconds to confirm that the person in front of him was a meticulous, serious and responsible sentry.
"Soldier, what's your name?"
With his hands clenched and crossed in front of his chest, Swindel bowed slightly and saluted Oren.
"General Oren, my name is Swindel."
Looking at the military-like Sventel in front of him, Oren, who was quite fond of him, said in a deep voice.
"Sventel, there is a very dangerous task for you now. Mount your plains horse and go to the Noxian camp. Tell them that Oren wants to talk to their highest officer. This Do you dare to accept the task?"
Jumping directly onto his horse, Swindel stared at Oren without fear.
"General, I am a sentinel, and even more so a soldier. Demacia's soldiers are never afraid of danger."
After watching Swindell leave, Oren withdrew his admiring gaze and looked at the Yodle beside him.
"Bobby, what do you think of this guy?"
Although he was a little surprised that Oren would ask himself such a question, Bobby still expressed his feelings.
"I feel like he looks a bit like you."
There was a smile on Oren's face.
"I think so too. Maybe letting him be a sentry is a bit of an understatement. Demacia's rangers haven't been established yet. Maybe I can let him try..."
…
Swindell got closer and closer to the military camp outside the Forest of Tranquility. He could clearly sense that some kind of fatal murderous intention had locked onto him.
There is no doubt that this heart-rending murderous intention comes from the opposite side, and his own life and death are no longer under his control.
He dismounted, took off the sword from his waist towards the Noxian soldier, and slowly placed it on the ground.
Fear can't do anything, he needs to suppress it to survive.
"Soldiers of Noxus! I am not hostile! I am Sentinel Sventor of Demacia! I have important news to convey to your superiors!"
He paused tentatively, waiting for the Noxian's response.
"Remove all weapons from your body! Sentinel Swindel! You can come here!"
Even though there are quite a few differences between the evolved Demacian language and Noxian language, after all, they both come from the ancient Valoran continental language, so Sventel roughly understands the meaning of the opposite language.
Even if you don’t know how to write, you will always know the general meaning.
Then he took off all his weapons and walked over.
