Chapter 122: Jarvan's Belief

Oh! Oh! Oh!

The rhythm sounded, accompanied by roaring and the rhythm of the horn during the period.

The black and white two -colored army is mixed together, spreading throughout the entire wilderness, some people can't afford to fall to the ground, and some people will add.

Wuyun pressed the top, and the dark one, but did not affect the mutual killing of the army below.

"Demasia!"

There was a shocks sound.

The prince of Jiawen in the golden armor lifted up the halberd in his hand, and the armor and his body were covered with blood.

He charged on the front line, against the Nostalian offense.

He is the prince of Demasia, but he is the guardian of Demasia. The charge is at the forefront. It is his duty and his mission!

Alas!

The halberd waved, and easily penetrated the Knocks who wanted to be near.

There was no time for the battlefield to think about him. More Noxus soldiers surrounded and waved all kinds of weapons in his hand, which caused great pressure on him.

"prick!"

Not far away, Prince Jiawen's guard rifle queue raised the gun to stab.

The bright silver armor created by Demasia steel has been stained with too much blood, and there are the same robes and enemies.

Everyone was like an enemy, dozens of people raised their guns at the same time, and did not hesitate to pierce the long gun in their hands together.

And their goal is only one person.

Dleeus!

Blood has long been infected with the bright red cloak, and even his hair was stained with thick blood.

In the face of the thorns, his violent face was excited, the tomahawk in his hand dripped blood, and he picked up a huge blood -colored arc, and he split a blood path.

bass!

Dozens of long guns pierced the air and set up a gun shield in the air to try to resist the molcation of Tomahawk.

"It's just futile!"

Dleeus smiled contempt, waved the Tomahawk to split, and the newly formed gun shield was instantly short, like a fence.

Demasia's gunmen blushed, but could not stop the oppression of giant power.

"Noxas !!!"

boom! Intersection Intersection

Dleeus drank angrily, Tomahawk with irresistible power, and smashed all long guns on the ground.

He stepped forward with the long guns embedded in the soil and waved the Tomahawk in his hand again.

Om!

Tomahawk took the wind, but the Gun guard of Demasia was cut into two.

The massacre began!

In the distance, Prince Jiawen saw this scene, stabbed the opponent in front of him, gritted his teeth and moved towards this side.

Because of the intelligence trends of Deliers and Cui Feli, they did not consider each other in this war.

Obviously the other party should still be hundreds of kilometers away from here, but suddenly the battlefield appeared.

Jiawen easily thought that the spy reporters here betrayed it.

It can even be said that the information from several different people is fake!

It seems that there is a huge shadow shrouded in Demasia, and it seems to be planning something that is even more shocking.

Jiawen had no time to take care of him, held the halberd and rushed towards Dleeus.

But before two steps, dozens of barrels and cans flew behind the Noxus Army and fell into the Demasian Army.

"Damn!"

Immediately, Jiawen watched several fireballs swaying in the air and his face changed.

He couldn't help resisting Deleus, his legs kicked hard, and the halberd stopped two fireballs.

But more fireballs have flew over the sky and fell on the bucket and cans that had fallen before.

boom!

The purple alchemy tank bombed suddenly, and the poisonous gas, alchemy flames, and exploded were exploded among the Demasian soldiers, burning and swallowing everything.

Demasia Iron and Steel has a strong magic resistance, but Noxus has already found a cracking method in the war.

Armor can resist the magic attack, but the soldiers inside could not hostrate the burning of external flames.

Soon, the battlefield formed a large sea of ​​fire.

Many soldiers in Demasia suffocated because of poisonous gas, but many of them still raised the long guns and shields in their hands. With their tough will, the charge moved forward with the Noxus soldiers.

Ordinary Noxus soldiers had an orderly removal. Due to the diffuse of flames and poisonous gas, there was only one Noxus army left in the field.

Cui Fuli team!

The damage of poisonous gas and flames is regardless of you, but the soldiers of the Cui Feli team still did not change their face, waving the Chang Guli sword in her hand, harvesting the life of the Demasian soldier.

But for a moment, Demasia had a large number of casualties.

"Listen to my order!"

Seeing this, Jiawen knew that the attack had failed.

He was unwilling, but he shouted:

"The whole army retreats!"

After he shouted, he rushed forward to fight with Dleeus, colliding with the halberd and the Tomahawk, making a dull sound.

The Demasian soldiers withdrew in an orderly manner, and the Cui Feli war team did not pursue, but gathered in the direction of Dreeus.

Deleis did not let his battle continue to fight, but signaled them to stand in the distance.

And he raised the Tomahawk in his hand again, against the Prince of Demasia and his post -cut guard group.

Delier smiled coldly, with dozens of people, he was enough.

The Guard Regiment continued to reduce staff, and the prince's attack became increasingly weak.

Even in this situation, the face of the Prince of Demasia and the guards did not show a little timidity, and still struggling to wave the soldiers in his hand in an attempt to leave something on Delos.

The Trifaree Warband stood in place, the flag-wavers waved the Trifaree flag, and the drummers blew the majestic and sad horns.

The warband stood in unison, and at the same time issued a sound of passionate notes, as if to see off the prince and their guards.

"Your Highness, retreat!"

The few remaining silver-armored guards shouted at the top of their lungs, and moved forward without hesitation, waving their spears and stabbing Darius.

His fearlessness was seen by the Trifaree Warband, and they all remained silent, as if to see off a real warrior.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one book, one bar!

Blood dripped, and the headless body of the silver-armored guard fell to the ground.

Prince Jarvan did not retreat, but held a halberd and charged again.

He was born with the mission of Demacia, and his name was named after his family.

Jarvan is both his first name and his last name.

There are no cowards in the Jarvan family!

Clang!

The halberd and the battle axe collided.

"Ah!"

Jarvan's face flushed, he roared, and tried his best to push the halberd down.

But this time, the Halberd of Atama, which was given to him by his father and symbolized glory and victory, failed to move down at all.

No matter how hard he tried, it was easily blocked by Darius's black axe.

"Prince of Demacia, you are an opponent worthy of my full strength."

Darius straightened his body and raised the battle axe in his hand with a little force.

Bang!

The stalemate was broken in an instant, and Jarvan's body was thrown out and fell into the pool of blood where the bodies of the guards were.

Darius slowly walked forward, looking at the prince who was gasping on the ground in front of him, and slowly raised the battle axe.

"You have countless chances to escape alone, but you still chose to stay. This is good. It is much better than the missing sword captain."

"Garen will win back the glory of Demacia!"

Jiawen's face was stained with blood, and his vision was blurred, but he still stood up with his halberd.

He gasped, held the halberd with both hands, and swung it towards Darius.

"Demacia! Live forever!"

"Is his name Garen? I hope his sword is heavier than your halberd."

Noxus raised his mouth slightly, and mercilessly raised his battle axe.

The halberd and the axe collided.

This powerful axe smashed Jiawen and the halberd out.

Jiawen finally fell heavily to the ground, lying with the guards, and closed his eyes.

Until he fell unconscious, he still held the halberd in his hand.

"Take him back to our camp and erect a monument for all Demacia warriors and our fallen comrades!"

Darius picked up his axe, gave an order to the war group, and walked towards his camp without looking back.

He should have given the opponent the final blow, but the opponent's will and the empire's foresight made him stop the axe in his hand.

Only a living prince can bring greater value to the empire.

The indomitable will is admirable, but the weakness of strength is a gap that can never be crossed.

No matter how the opponent struggles, it will only become a pawn in the hands of the empire.

The battlefield at this moment is burning with green alchemical flames, and the poisonous miasma is spreading wantonly, like hell on earth.

"Jarven!!!"

A sad and unbelievable voice came from the other side of the flame.

Darius stopped and looked back to see the burly figure holding a giant sword on the other side of the flame, grinning.

He did not do anything else. After cleaning up the battlefield with the Trifarii regiment, he took the unconscious prince back to the city of Noxus.

The new Sword Captain is just a coward who dares not go to the battlefield!

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