Finally, he moved into a temporary resettlement house near the forest. Maybe it was a stroke of luck. The sixteen villagers in the same room were all law-abiding people. At least Teli didn't have to worry about anyone doing anything to him for a little dry food.
Time was tight during the period, so I spent the whole morning building a house with other people using ready-made wood. After lunch, it was time to assign tasks. Seeing that all my roommates were assigned to the 'defense construction unit', I thought that I Likewise, what surprised Te Li was that the person who came was not the 'deputy general' or military supervisor arranged by Nerhart, but a centurion from the Third Militia Regiment.
"Wilder Pittman, Centurion of the Third Militia Regiment, mainly responsible for battlefield medical treatment... To make a long story short, I heard that you are the herbalist of Bullard Village? Can you recognize these three plants?" The tall Wile De glanced at the herbal basket and herb-picking sickle under the table. Three different herbs were placed on the table in sequence, but Teli's attention was more attracted by the middle-aged man who looked extremely reliable in front of him.
Of course, it's not that people in middle age went out to open up wasteland and unintentionally developed new channels for sexual fetishes, but that the man in front of him fit Teli's own definition of a warrior.
The muscles of the right arm are particularly well developed, and the five fingers of both hands are covered with iron-like calluses. Two fingers of the right hand carry leather bow and arrow handles. He wears a studded leather armor war skirt, and a long-handled beak war hammer hangs on the right side. Behind his back is a maintenance-looking bag. An excellent hard-horned bow and quiver, with only a helmet on his head, and a few reddish-brown dreadlocks tied back by a dark red belt.
Len Wilder looked like a tough warrior, and Teli finally had a sense of reality that he was going to the battlefield.
"I recognize these herbs." Scanning the three herbs on the table, Teli knew that this was his best chance to get rid of Neerhart. He had never been a person with lofty ideals. He did not want to make any achievements or become a guard. The hero of Ionia, he just wants to follow a strong man to survive on the battlefield and return to his family.
Being recruited by Wilder is infinitely better than being Nerhart's subordinate.
"Sword-shaped leaves, upright stems, many branches, with light gray hairs on the stems, and dark brown underground parts... This is sword-leaf grass. It usually grows in the shade of trees with moist air. It can be decoctioned and taken orally or ground. The juice is used with a bandage for external application. It has the effects of clearing away heat, detoxifying, stopping bleeding and reducing swelling. The flower core is flocculent and has a long stalk. The leaves shrink when exposed to water and flatten into a dark green oval shape during drought... This is the original leaf of Aina, growing It can only be used for external application. It has strong local anesthesia and analgesic effects... Rhizome, single leaves alternate..." Before Lanteli finished talking about the third herb, Wilder said He patted Te Li's shoulder lightly, and an appreciative smile appeared on Te Li's face when he grinned in pain.
"Te Li, I know you are really capable. Remember, you will be my Wilder's man from now on. Bring your tools and follow me, and we will collect herbs."... At the same time, people on both sides of the Huanxi River In the highlands of the salient, some soldiers of the Presidenian First Militia Legion were manipulating trebuchets and soldiers of the Second Militia Legion rushing down on fire boats to attack the Noxian fleet on the narrow river. Many soldiers were lined up in two rows on the tall tree walls spawned by the Ionia Soulcaller along the coast. They used their crossbows to hurl flaming arrows at the Noxians on the boat, hiding. In the darkness, Ionian martial arts masters were ready to attack, ready to rush into the military formation and take the lives of Noxian officers.
Everywhere you look is blazing fire. When you look up, you can see the sky full of flying arrows. There is no place in the sky or on the ground. Even under the river, there are countless masters who are proficient in water. With the help of natural mages, they are deciphering the Noxians. The rune defense array greatly accelerated the consumption of Black Lightning's mental power.
For the soldiers of Noxus, this boring war against the Ionians was finally no longer a small fight. Tens of thousands of Ionians launched a siege against them at the same time. Instead of feeling fear, they felt It ignited the warlike blood in the body.
"fire!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" At this moment when the Ionians were trying their best, the Noxians also revealed their ferocious minions. Hundreds of smoothbore cannons that had been ready to go were fired in just a dozen seconds. Fireworks burst into the sky within seconds. The projectiles shot out from the fireworks were not solid bullets, but specially modulated explosive bombs. Some of them were aimed at the fireship of the suicide attack, and some were aimed at the obstacles. Landing wall of trees along the shore.
Amidst the sound of artillery fire, dozens of fireships loaded with kerosene were sunk without any accident, and the "Ionian Death Squadron" on the sunken ship turned into a joyfully dancing fireman in the water.
On the other side of the barrier, the tight wall of trees that blocked the Noxian landing was also attacked by artillery. It was instantly enveloped in flames, sawdust and sparks flew, and hundreds of Ionian archers were torn into pieces by the shock wave of the explosion. The sky was filled with blood mist, and the lucky ones who survived were deafened and blinded, missing arms and legs. Unfortunately, no matter how loud the wails were, they were not as loud as the Noxian cannons, and no one had the extra energy to help the wounded who fell on the ground. The remnants, in the first bombardment, gave the brave Ionians their first doubts about the outcome of the war.
When the frightened Ionians retracted from the tree wall, the smoothbore cannon was replaced by solid bullets. Under the intensive volley, the tall tree wall that was already shaking in the fire was shattered in the jigsaw formed by the shells. Many martial arts masters lurking behind tree walls were physically reset before they were brand new from the factory. They were completely different from the imagination of becoming famous. They died in obscurity from beginning to end.
The Ionians, who have cried for their parents and tasted what saturation strikes are, don't know that the magic cannon that combines ancient magic technology on the Fallen Star and the Ice Dragon Cannon from the Freljord have not yet appeared. Compared with these two war weapons that can be said to be anti-human, the smoothbore cannon is just a cute baby that has just entered the history of war in Runeterra.
Under the cover of the dragon bird, the Imperial fleet that had broken through the tree wall on the east bank began to put down small boats to transport soldiers to force a landing. The battle below the boat was no weaker than on the boat. Under the Fantasy River, the Noxian soldiers relied on advanced Hex weapons have achieved an overwhelming victory underwater. The breathing mask that releases oxygen through a simple chemical reaction and the light leather armor with certain anti-cut capabilities are enough to make up for the disadvantages of the Noxians who are not good at water. In addition, Harpoon chain guns capable of long-range attacks, the Ionian navy was quickly defeated by the Noxians. For most Ionians, they did not understand that this was the absolute gap brought about by technology. Experiencing this nightmarish war seemed to be a response to one's own offense against the harmony of nature. This unbearable curse quickly broke down all psychological defenses.
The Ionians in charge of hewing the ship had no chance to wait until the natural mage cracked the annoying rune magic on the bottom of the ship. They could only watch the Noxian soldiers coming towards them, and then they became corpses pierced by harpoon chain guns. .
Blood rippled at the bottom of the river, but most of the corpses floating on the water were Ionians.
The Imperial Army was like a war beast composed of countless dark red gears. As always, it was taking unstoppable heavy steps to crush all obstacles along the way. In the midst of defeat, the proud Ionians finally understood that Noxar The Empire's weight.
"General Brettus! The men of the Second Legion have withdrawn! Let's withdraw too! The Noxians' advanced artillery is enough to annihilate our entire army! This battle should not be fought like this!" On the highland protrusion of the Riverside Mountains, General Brest of the First Ionian Militia Legion put down the monocular telescope from the Noxus Empire and looked at his adjutant with dizziness - whoever carefully If the planned war is hit by a sudden dimensionality reduction, I'm afraid they won't look too good.
It was expected that they would have to resist for a week to buy time for the soldiers of the Third Army to establish a defense line in the rear. However, the fact was that they only resisted for one morning and the entire army was defeated - he could not have dreamed of such a terrible thing.
"Then how do you think this battle should be fought? Do you know that once the Noxians land on the east coast, they will be able to march straight into Presidence!? Without this dangerous place, the defense line of Grus Village It's not built yet, how can we contend with these monsters!? Of course we can retreat! But if we retreat, we will push Presidio into the fire pit!" Facing the somewhat hysterical general, the adjutant's face also turned blue. Bai, this is simply an unsolvable problem. He doesn't know how to refute it, but he knows that he must refute it, otherwise nearly 20,000 people will die worthlessly here, and Presidence will really be finished.
Lan
"But how can we resist on the coast? Since the Noxian artillery fire can destroy our tree walls, it can destroy all our defenses. As long as we are within the attack range of the Noxian gunboats, we can We can only sit back and wait for death!" The red-eyed adjutant pointed at the broken tree wall along the shore with a trembling finger.
"Let our warriors die worthlessly under such an attack, which will neither slow down the Noxians nor cause an effective counterattack against the Noxians, General Brest! I don't want to Understand the meaning of this! Just because we can't fight Noxus now doesn't mean we won't be able to do it in the future! We are the only force that can stand up and protect Presidian. If we die here, do we expect the coalition of villages to resist? Such an enemy? General! We must survive before we can find a way to fight against the Noxians!" His fists clenched and unclenched. After several times, Brest gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. Staring at the Noxian battle flag fluttering in the wind on the east coast, he seemed to remember this unbearable humiliation with his soul.
"You are right, we must retreat, retreat to Grus Village! Since we can't defeat their gunboats! We will fight this war on land! How long can it drag on! I heard that this time Nuo The commander-in-chief of Texas went out with the army. As long as we can capture or assassinate the commander-in-chief of the empire, we can still fight this war!"... Compared with yesterday's Presidio, today's Presidio is even more beautiful. It was deserted and desolate, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street. The few pedestrians who happened to be in a hurry were walking eastward with their bags on their backs, as if they wanted to escape Presidio.
The news that the 1st Militia Legion's defense line that had been operating for a month was defeated in just one morning was like the cry of migratory birds. It spread to the peaceful and ancient holy land in an instant, letting every Ionian taste what a disastrous defeat was. The gap between ideals and reality is so great that any confident Ionian would not hesitate to pick up their bags and embark on a wandering road... In their view, they may die on the mountain road. Better in the hands of bandits than under the rule of those demonic Noxian barbarians.
Only Jax, who has lived in the magnificent Fidelite, knows that letting the Noxians under Lester rule Ionia may be more meaningful than the Ionians themselves living in confusion. Not to mention, in the face of the invasion of Mordekaiser's underworld army, Fidelit could easily defeat the group of monsters, but there was no way Presidence could become the winner of the battle of life and death. .
The Ionians living in paradise will never understand the malice of the dead in the underworld and the monsters in the void towards this world. It is a cruel war that can drive even Shurima's invincible celestial warriors crazy. Who can catch it?
"Have you heard? After learning that the First Militia Legion was defeated, Shuoji Temple in Shangzan sent a team of dragon warrior monks to support the Vajra Sect. The master of the Vajra Sect is currently visiting the Wind Control Swordsmanship Dojo. He must have wanted to invite Lao Jian The Holy One takes action against the Noxians."
"Speaking of Lord Sword Master, this is a living legend. My grandfather told me many stories about Master Cunfeng when he was still alive... It is said that when the Sword Master was young, he encountered the massacre of the village. Lord Cunfeng relied on The Jingfan Tai Dao in his hand actually killed one person through the bandit village entrenched on Longchi Mountain. There were more than 300 people in the village, and blood flowed into the river day and night. No one could even breathe. If it hadn't been for someone later. In that land of Shura, we accidentally discovered that the corpses of bandits who had committed many evil deeds were scattered all over the place, and I guess no one knew it was Master Cunfeng who did it."
"If the old sword master still has such ability, he might be able to repel the Noxians. Let me tell you, we have so many strong men in Presidence, we can't really be defeated by Nox. The Sass people were so beaten that they couldn’t hold their heads up, right?" Lan
"Well, having said that, aren't there too many people who don't want to take care of things? Not to mention Karma, who has been reincarnated and rebuilt. You see, the Dragon Hidden Ryuu is usually the most conspicuous, but this time the Noxians invaded... I'm afraid, maybe I'm secretly planning to defect to the Noxians, and there's also the Kinkou, who cover their faces all day long and don't know what they're doing. I don't think it's any use wandering around. , you still have to look at the Brotherhood at the critical moment. Don’t look at those people who do sneaky things all day long. Being able to stand up bravely when foreign invaders is enough to show that they are heroes..."
"Heroes, aren't they? Those people are just killers who are greedy for money. They kill innocent people for money. Don't hold them too high. I feel disgusted." Jacques took a sip of the fruit wine in his hand. Si picked up the lamp stick containing the eternal flame, put on the hood, and left the tavern.
"Do you want to gain some leverage? It seems I should leave. It would be a pity for such a person to die in the war."
