The so-called 'struggle' is sometimes really simple. What you need is there. As long as you find the right way, you can reach out and get it. If someone reaches out to stop it - just chop off your hand.
If a man doesn't have such blood and consciousness, he might as well cry and go home to his mother.
Walsh has always looked down on those who complain all day long, saying that they have achieved nothing despite their hard work. Complaining cannot solve the problem except making them look stupid and lazy, or letting some trash who is not as good as themselves look gloating about their misfortune. Any problem will only worry those who really worry about themselves.
Find the right way and do it regardless of the cost. This is his attitude towards life.
And now, he is working hard to return to Demacia and become a noble. No one can stop him, and no one will stop him.
All of this makes sense, as long as they can kill the bipedal lizardmen they see in front of them with the help of strange evil magic, and peel off the priceless skin from the lizardmen's tails and bring them back to Demacia.
Perhaps Ms. Anborn will use the skin from the tail of the lizard man to make a small leather skirt that is warm in winter and cool in summer, or maybe she will make an underwear for the great Chrisman family to admire in the hot spring...
Thinking of Ms. Amborn's beautiful body, Walsh's throat was a little dry and he licked his blood-covered lips and gave up on his fantasy. He knew what he could and couldn't do.
The blood at the corner of the mouth also had a fishy rust smell. Judging from the blood alone, the blood of these lizard people seemed to be no different from that of humans, but who allowed them to know evil magic?
"Be careful not to hurt the skin on the tail! Ted! Your skills are the best! Do it while it's still fresh! Demacian"
The short man named Ted nodded in agreement with a smile. The leatherworker, who was not a noble, skillfully took out his tools and squatted in front of a Kirishima corpse.
"Hey, I don't know how many times I've had skin like this."
Walsh smiled kindly. He knew that Ted's crime was to torture and kill animals in Demacia. He was about to be deported, but he was retained by the Chrisman family because of his skillful craftsmanship.
Ever since she saw clothes made of lizard skin, Ms. Anborn has been obsessed with finding the lizard island she longed for, so she will naturally take the initiative to prepare some suitable manpower.
"Please, my lord, I will exchange my life for little Youlan's life. Please let my daughter go! Vastaya language"
The chirping sound brought Walsh back to his senses. He looked down and saw the lizard man pulling on his trouser legs and crying something.
"He can't even speak human words, he is indeed an evil beast!"
A sword penetrated the body of the kneeling lizard man. The feeling of steel cutting through flesh made Walsh a little excited. Another evil lizard man fell in front of him.
Holding the lizard man cub in his left hand, which was no taller than his own thigh, and resisting the cub's annoying cries, Walsh pulled out the stainless steel sword that had pierced the chest of the cub's father, and kicked him in a handful of blood flowers. Kicked the lizard man with a flower in his head to the ground.
The flowers on the top of the head became more beautiful under the water of blood. Until the time of death, the dirty and evil lizard man was still looking at his cubs tenderly - as if these human-like aliens could really do it. It has the same sacred family concept as human beings.
Turning his head to look at the little lizard man in his left hand who had fainted from crying, Walsh grinned, raised his right hand and struck the owl's head with a sword. It was a little too small, but mosquito legs are also meat, and maybe they can be given to Anborn. Lady makes a leather sock.
There will be many little things like this that will cry in fear in the fire. They will not turn into strange creatures. As long as these little cubs are caught, those big lizard people with evil magic will not escape.
Walsh looked around at the small settlement that was engulfed in flames. The smell of burnt lake and ashes made the originally fresh air much more turbid, but he didn't hate it.
All living creatures within sight fell to the ground one after another, and the smoke caused by the fire rushed into the sky along with screams and loud noises, turning the sky into a layer of haze.
The fire is still spreading to the surroundings with the tree house. The bandits outside the isolation zone on the east side will not be affected or harmed by the fire. The flames will only burn towards the west, driving more lizardmen away until the lizardmen put out the fire. Lose.
Without the protection of trees and home, as long as the lizard people refuse to leave their hometown, they will have to face their own swords.
Breathing the turbid air, Walsh had more smiles on his face.
There are always hidden lizardmen who have to be exposed in panic from the fire. Crossbows and bows will accurately shoot through the chests of these escapees. He needs to find the fish that slipped through the net before the sun sets and return with the loot. Camp on the coast to avoid night attacks by the lizardmen.
"Brothers! Speed up! Try to get back before dark!"
"oh!
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When he returned to the surface, the sky had darkened. Lester didn't know how much time he spent this time. He raised his head to determine the direction through the stars, but Lester found that the sky had been shrouded in mist and gray, and he could only vaguely see the sky. You can see the faint outline of the moon.
The air in the woods is no longer fresh, but has the smell of burning flames.
"What happened on Kiriwei Island?"
Taking a deep breath, the frowning Lester drew out his straight sword Luoxia and walked towards the east in the dark. He was keenly aware of the firelight not far away. The firelight slowly approached him. He looked around and saw that the situation was unclear. Under such circumstances, Laister decided to go up the tree to observe the identity of the person coming.
Before anyone arrived, a strong smell of blood hit his nose with the wind.
In less than a minute, a hunting party composed of more than a hundred strangers passed under the tree. Lester silently looked at the lizard skin hanging on the birch pole amidst laughter and glanced over it indifferently. The team holding torches spoke the all-too-familiar Demacian language.
"...Jinris, I killed three lizardmen today, and I'm going to treat me to a drink when I go back. You can't lie!"
"Only three? Lloyd, I killed four lizardmen. Holthorn can testify. Lloyd, you lose this time. You have to treat me to the black thorn honey produced in Noxus." No cheating on wine!"
"Damn it, if a lizard man hadn't escaped, I would have blocked your mouth! Holthorne, is this bastard really not cheating?"
"Well, he killed them all by himself with a crossbow, if you count the little ones."
"Okay, I'm willing to admit defeat..."
"Ted, do you still have to dry the lizard skin when you return to camp? Do you want me to help you? You know, I always want to learn something."
"Two gold coins, I'll teach you how to skin them."
"Haha, this time I can get a dozen gold coins at least when I go back. I usually don't want to teach, but now that you have money, you are willing to be more generous..."
"Then five gold coins."
"Okay, pretend I didn't say that..."
The team has left, but Lester is not planning to go back to the west coast directly.
Jumping down from the tree, Lester followed silently at a distance until he followed the team to the east coast.
A large ship anchored on the coast, and the hunters returned to the camp, showing off today's experience and results.
Looking coldly at the disguised Demacians in the distance, Lester remembered the location of the camp and left.
Less than three meters away from Leicester, the secret sentry planted by the Demacian bandits was huddled in the bushes and staring attentively observing the environment, looking like it was fulfilling its duties.
…
Late at night, in the largest village on Kiriwei Island, Kirihua was listening to the bitter Abby reporting the attack situation with a dull face. Shia lowered her head gloomily, seeming to be thinking about something, unable to understand Vastaya language. Milton and Meimi understood how heavy the losses on Wuwei Island were today under Ma Qili's translation.
"...Two villages were attacked and destroyed, and more than 300 villagers were missing. Although the fire was extinguished by us, it burned a large area of forest... Wuhua, our people can't defeat those humans, and magic doesn't work either. ...They chopped off our tails and skinned us, and many, many people died..."
As she spoke, Abby burst into tears.
"Okay, I get it..."
Taking a deep breath, Wuhua said solemnly.
"The top priority now is to withdraw our people in the east and send people to find out the location of the intruders. I will definitely not let any intruders go this time!"
Standing up, Kirika looked at Shia, who could represent the Emerald Territory.
"Dragon Girl of the Wind, I can't wait any longer. What else do you have to say?"
Taking a deep breath, Shia said solemnly.
"No matter what you think, the Emerald Territory will join the fight."
After taking a deep look at Shia, Wuhua said nothing, and Abby turned around and left with an apologetic look on her face.
When the sky lit up again, Shia saw Lester who had rushed back.
The dusty man looked a little embarrassed, but Shia felt the man's suppressed anger.
"A lot of things happened while you were away..."
"I know, Shia, I know, tell me, where is Roy now?"
"Luoyi...she is on the boat. The little guy has been crying for a long time because of various things...
Faced with the tribe's doubts about you, Luo Yi chose to believe you from beginning to end. Unfortunately, people don't have any sense when they are angry. She is already hated by her tribe, and I am afraid she will not be able to continue to stay in the tribe. "
His eyes softened a bit, and Lester whispered.
"Let's go, tell Milton and Meme, and we'll talk about it on the boat."
After returning to the warship, Lester ordered Milton to gather the crew, and he returned to the room. After silently giving a hug to Roy who was curled up in the corner, Lester changed his clothes under Roy's tearful gaze. Get on the armor that Xina prepared for herself.
The battle armor is an enchanted dragon armor made of magic steel as the main material, with other rare magic materials added to it. It matches the magic steel straight sword "Luoxia". The dragon armor is called "Guwu" and was created by Xina herself who likes Chinese culture.
The black and red sharp style of Guwu is delicate and heavy. The right arm armor with the sword engraved with two wings has smooth lines and can perfectly hold the straight sword Luoxia. There is also a buckle at the waist specially adapted to the metal scabbard of Luoxia.
From top to bottom, the dragon-shaped visor, shoulder armor, breastplate, greaves, and leg armor are all available. Even without weapons, the dark red gauntlets shaped like dragon claws can easily scratch flesh. The cloak is made of a bipedal flying dragon. Sewn from pure leather, it is fireproof and arrowproof, and also has a considerable degree of magic resistance.
After finishing dressing up, Lester lowered his head and kissed the forehead of the girl from the Mist Tail tribe, wiping away Loy's tears, the man said softly.
"Wait until I use the blood of my enemies to seek justice for you and your people."
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The sun began to set, and at dusk, the blood-deep sunset accompanied the clouds flowing upward.
Entrusting the affairs of the coastal camp to Dunlop, another of his capable men, Cecil sat leisurely on the Watcher with a glass of rum, and hugged a half-clothed female lizardman up and down her hands. Cecil laughed.
Although the lizard man is not considered a human being, he can still be used as a human being in some places. When there is no other choice, he does not mind letting himself be a dirty beast.
Yesterday, more than three hundred lizard skins were harvested. Cecil had no doubt that it would take less than a week for Walsh to clear the entire island and turn it upside down.
All he had to do was keep an eye on the Watcher and wait for Walsh to return with a full load of lizard skins. There was no more leisurely job than this.
At least at this moment, that's what he thought, until he heard Jeffrey on the observation deck making an unpleasant sound like a broken gong - in fact, this was also the important reason why he chose Jeffrey to be an observer. reason.
"Captain! There's a ship coming! West! Damn it! They have so many cannons!
Ready to fight! Ready to fight!
! "
Standing up from the recliner, Cecil pushed the female lizard man away, took out the monocular telescope on his waist, and looked toward the west toward the sun.
A huge warship flying the flag of the Winged Sword was raising its sails. Like a roaring and angry beast, the ship was driven in the direction of the Watcher by the westerly wind. The waves that were cut under the ship were enough to Explaining how fast the ship was going, Cecil, who was experienced in sailing, smelled the evil smell of magic.
He is willing to use evil magic to speed up to catch up with a docked ship. If it is to serve cakes to entertain guests, Cecil is willing to take off his own head and kick it as a ball.
The so-called bad person is nothing more than this.
With his eyes fixed on the flag, the middle-aged captain's heart sank.
In Demacia's glorious history of more than four hundred years, there will always be a scar of humiliation that cannot be opened, and this scar was brought about by the Noxian settlement in the east of Demacia. To this day, Demacia I also don’t want to go against the neighbors in the east.
"Weight anchor! Raise the sail! Load the cannonballs for me! Damn it! Why did the Emerald Territory ship appear here!? No one is allowed to fire without my order! By the way! Raise the flag for me! It's not a pirate flag! ! It’s the flag! The damn sword and shield flag! The indigo flag, you idiot!
! "
Although he was a little panicked, the flag bearer who was swinging his hands did not lose his chain and quickly raised the indigo mithril sword and shield flag to the top of the mast.
On the other side, the observer on the Wings of Liberty, which had entered the range of the artillery, reported to Lest.
"Lord Liszt, the other side has raised the flag of Demacia, do you still want to fire?"
Standing on the deck, Lester, wearing dragon armor and a lone bird, sounded like the biting cold wind of Freljord.
"That's right, Demacia, I'm fighting Demacia! Fire!"
