"Big... Sir, Lord Jason." The weak shouting sounded like it was pulled out of an old bellows.

A soldier with swollen eyes barely maintained his figure and ran to Jason, who was also in a state of discomfort.

He hadn't eaten enough for three days, and today he hadn't had a drop of water. His long running made his lips turn white, and he was almost dying.

This damn sun.

The soldier lowered his head, barely preventing the sun from shining on him, and took a breath and stopped in front of Jason and said, "Sir..."

"Say." Jason looked at him expressionlessly, only the occasional flame of desire flashed in his eyes made him look a little energetic.

He hadn't had water in for a long time, and the last drop of water was exhausted last night.

None of the villages passed by had a drinking water source. The despair of the dazed and despair that kept tormenting him was tormented every time he entered a village excitedly and then watched the well filled with dead cats and dogs.

It also keeps torture everyone.

If you can't find water today, you may have to drink your own urine.

But when it's time to not even pee?

Jason looked at the soldier in front of him and subconsciously licked his dry lips.

What does human blood taste?

"Sir..." The soldier felt a little scared when he was staring at Jason's straight eyes, and he subconsciously stepped back, "Good news."

"Oh? Is it a stream?" Jason's words squeezed out of his hoarse throat, like a struggle before death.

"No, it's the enemy, it's the enemy." The soldier said in a low voice, swearing that he had never wanted a group of enemies as much as he has ever been since he was born.

"Is it... the enemy?" Jason was stunned for a moment. Then a strong flame suddenly appeared in his lifeless eyes, like a flame like an evil ghost, "It's... the enemy!!!"

He yelled at everyone in a hoarse voice, and the roar seemed to cry more than cheers.

What's strange is that after everyone heard this sentence, they also started to roar, and fire like evil ghosts appeared in their eyes.

They yelled like a group of extremely hungry jackals: "Where is the enemy...?!!"

"The enemy is ahead, follow me!!!" Jason had already lost his mind and pulled out the scimitar at his waist and rushed forward desperately.

And so did his soldiers.

This is a group of poor people who are on the verge of collapse.

"Maybe we'll be like them soon." On a hillside where Jason didn't notice, two officers in Noxus uniforms stood there, looking indifferently at the group of stray dogs.

"You are too pessimistic." Another officer interrupted the previous officer's sadness.

"The above said he wanted to put them in?" The first officer put away his compassion and said in a deep voice.

"Yes. General Dryus is said to be doing it himself." The second officer nodded and looked at the group of soldiers below with a hint of sympathy.

"Okay, the general has been holding it in for too long, so it's time to vent it." The first officer also showed a hint of sympathy.

If you are picked by Dryus...

"Do you want to leave some water for them?"

"A carnival before death?"

"Yes." The two officers laughed at the same time, laughing so strangely.

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The second wave of venting came the next morning.

Of course, venting the word is just Chen Senran’s private statement.

He always maintained a silent attitude towards yesterday's one-sided massacre.

So he also remained silent about the upcoming massacre today.

Even when Arrilia walked onto the battlefield with the strange-shaped sword. The sun shone her with extraordinary heroism.

He also smiled in praise.

"You're not worried at all?" Graves was still smoking a cigar. The cigar was paired with a bloody battlefield. It was really a rare and easy match.

"What are you worried about?" Chen Senran asked strangely.

"You know." Graves frowned.

"No, I don't know anything." Chen Senran shook his head, as if he really didn't know anything.

Perhaps because of the baptism of yesterday's battle, the Ionians no longer had the momentum of yesterday, and they cooled down a little.

They no longer charge as hard as they did yesterday, they began to distribute according to their usual tactics. They paid more attention to cooperation with the Bilgewater people.

So they are destined to be not as dead as yesterday.

But they were in good shape because they won yesterday. When they faced the Noxus, their hands were more stable and their pace was more flexible than before.

They were confident. They felt that they would definitely defeat the Noxus.

This is a good thing.

At least for now, it's a good thing.

On the other hand, the Noxus seemed to be even more silent than yesterday. Their death aura began to become stronger, and everyone's expression was gloomy and terrifying.

They did not shout, they were silent.

Silence is like a group of corpses.

Silent...like the Aionians before.

Because all of them have received the command, the content of the command is only two words:

Death in battle.

There is no other reason.

Just die.

No one is not afraid of death.

But they...

"Long live Noxus." The general took the lead in shouting this oath.

But there was no excitement, calm, calm as if it was just telling a fact.

"Long live Noxus." The others responded, equally calmly and terrifying.

The general drew out his sword, and the sunlight stretched out each of their faces and figures.

The whole atmosphere suddenly became extremely tragic.

The sound of horse hooves.

A total of ten thousand people rushed towards their final battlefield.

The ultimate, the bone burial place.

The spring breeze.

What a grand death.

"Tear--" the sound of the blade cutting through the air too fast.

The Ionians and the Noxus collided heavily, and the sound of gunfire from the Bilgewater people in the distance began to roar.

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

"Tear--"

"Tear--"

"Tear--"

Young blood scattered freely in the blades and rain of bullets.

The young men tangled together like wild animals, and they stabbed swords into each other's bodies.

They let gunpowder penetrate their hearts.

The spring breeze.

The spring breeze in Noxus is so sweet.

There are also beautiful scenery in spring in Noxus.

I miss you so much, Noxus.

The young man who had lost his life began to fall down.

At the last moment, his life.

"Noxus..." He tried his best.

"Long live!!!"

The spring breeze is so good. (To be continued...)

ps: I was moved by the Noxus plot I wrote recently.

Long live Noxus.
Chapter completed!