League of Legends Invades Another World

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Nuu Fortress.

The setting sun was slanting, snowflakes were falling, and the heavy city gates covered with mottled traces were tightly closed.

The rays of light that penetrated the clouds were reflected in front of the city gate, and the piled up corpses stood like mountains, whether they were kingdom soldiers, or gnolls, or lizardmen.

Most were shattered and exuded a strong corpse stench.

In the watchtower of the city wall, the Duke of Dakama sat down slowly leaning against the wall, his old wrinkled face was full of fatigue, and his armor was covered with dried blood.

With a breath, he looked to both sides, the flat ground was covered with stench of green blood, and the corpses of gnolls and lizardmen were dragged by tired kingdom soldiers and thrown into the burning fire at the corner of the city.

Occasionally, the corpses in the armor of the kingdom would be pulled from the corpse piles. It was their companions who gave their young lives for this fortress.

There was a sound of wind in his ears, and the Duke of Dakama stretched out his right hand and took a piece of black bread with two dry and hard meat strips tied under it.

"Let's have something to eat. I don't think the Lizardmen's offensive will stop. It is estimated that there will be another attack before tonight." Marquis Gardner sat down next to Dakama, turned his head to look at the increasingly old face, and felt light in his heart. He sighed and said in a joking tone.

"You can't fall, all the soldiers in the fortress are watching you."

The Duke of Dakama was silent for a while, then opened his mouth and bit off most of the bread, leaving a bit of bloody bite marks: "Don't worry, I will persevere."

"I don't know what's going on, these beasts are attacking Nuwu Fortress like crazy."

His eyes flickered, and Marquis Gardner remembered the news just passed by Hewlett, and said softly, "I may be able to guess a little."

"Oh, talk about it." Hearing this, Duke Dakama stopped chewing the meat and looked at Gardner. He knew that this guy maintained a certain connection with the Valoran Territory in the North.

"The Baker family was hit hard, the direct line was almost destroyed, and the family fell into civil strife." Marquis Gardner said solemnly.

"Then what does this have to do with the Kingdom of Bethlik, the Temple of the Lizardmen?" Duke Dakama asked aloud, and immediately his thoughts turned and he reacted.

"You mean..."

Staring at Dakamana's bloodshot pupils, Marquis Gardner solemnly said: "I have talked to you before that once the Valoran Territory successfully curbs the division of the kingdom, it means that they will take a large part of the Focus on this war."

"Judging from the incomparably fierce offensive of the Beshilik Kingdom now, it seems to indicate something. The Valoran Territory has most likely defeated the Kerker tribe, crossed the Blackwood Province, and entered the Mori Province."

"Hope has come, as long as we persevere, the victory will eventually belong to Sri Lanka... It belongs to us."

The atmosphere of silence descended, and the Duke of Dakama slowly chewed the food in his mouth: "This is just your guess, not necessarily correct."

"Isn't it true that you can't stick to it?" said Marquis Gardner with a slight smile.

Patting Dakama on the shoulder, he said nothing, stood up, stood behind the wall, staring at the hell-like battlefield.

"Miracle, a ridiculous but powerful word."

"But in the face of this war, we have to aspire. If there is no miracle, the kingdom of Bethlik will destroy everything."

"It's not just us, but also the relatives and friends we protect, they are behind them, in that happy and fertile soil."

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

A slight tremor spread from the snow to the city wall, Marquis Gardner raised his head slightly, his deep eyes passed through the drifting snowflakes and landed on the dilapidated battlefield.

In the snow mixed with scorched earth and blood, dense gnoll soldiers emerged, wearing chain armor and holding death instruments, rushing to the Nuwu fortress without any formation.

The color of madness filled the green eyes, and bursts of howls resounded through the battlefield. They turned into brown waves, rendering the snow, and then the rising aura of life dispelled the crystal snowflakes.

In the wave of gnoll soldiers, there will be some well-equipped lizardmen warriors, who are elite warriors sent by the lizardmen tribe of the kingdom of Bethlik.

The obvious difference is the hideous and ugly head of the lizardmen, and the extremely strong scaly body, holding a thick shield and a sharp spear respectively.

[Lizardmen Shield Warriors: The battle-hardened military forces in the Lizardmen tribe, they hold strong shields, are eager to kill, and fight for the tribe all their lives. 】

[Lizardmen spear warriors: excellent hunters in the lizardmen tribe, any enemy who enters the tribe's territory will become their hunting target, the sharp spear will pierce the enemy's body, and then cut off the enemy's head as their decoration Taste. 】

"These beasts are starting to attack."

I don't know when, the Duke of Dakama stood silently by Gardner's side, his tall skeleton propped up his burly body, and his hands tightly clenched the blood-colored giant sword.

"I hope the miracle you mentioned can come!"

After speaking, Duke Dakama took the lead in walking to the temporary war room in the watchtower of the city wall, followed by Marquis Gardner.

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......

This is a neat and clean room.

It is said to be a temporary war room, but it was transformed from an ordinary watchtower. Except for the war sand table placed in the center, there are only magic lights on both sides of the wall.

This war room has been around since the beginning of the Winter War.

It already exists, and it has already experienced the blood baptism of countless lizards and gnolls.

At this moment, there are many people gathered in the room, including nobles, army commanders, combat staff, and people with different temperaments, but they all have the same state--fatigue and burnout.

As the Duke of Dakama and the Marquis of Gardner entered the room, the already quiet atmosphere became more and more silent.

The Duke of Dakama stood in front of the window, looking at the wave of gnolls with a very solemn expression, and an aura as thick as a mountain enveloped the room.

"Kingdom Infantry Corps?"

"Defense lines have been set up on the city walls."

"Second Archer Corps?"

"All are on standby on the high platform."

"Army of War Mage?"

"Cannot all stand by, only some mages are stationed in the mages tower."

"What's the situation?" Duke Dakama asked, turning to look at the second old mage on the left, frowning.

"Sorry, Your Excellency, the war mage's mental power is below the warning line due to the long-term war, and they need to meditate to recover." The old mage bowed slightly and his tone was low.

"How many people are stationed in the Mage Tower?"

"Less than half, probably around a third."

Taking a deep breath, the Duke of Dakama clenched his fists lightly and looked at the approaching wave of gnolls: "Arrange the heavy crossbow army to stand by at any time."

"In addition, I need the Royal Capital Guards to be able to enter the city wall defense line at any time."

"Of course." Marquis Gardner said in a deep voice. "If necessary, I will appear with the Flame Knights wherever needed."

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