LOL: The days of cultivating immortals in Rune Continent

Chapter 29 Black, Moonlight, Lion
Hongshi Forest——

The Seventeenth Legion of Noxus was nicknamed the Cannon Fodder Legion by many of the great nobles of Noxus because the soldiers of this legion were all Noxians who had lost their means of survival in the slums and were forced to join the army.

A group of people who were so hungry that they could not stand took up their weapons, and after a short three months of training in the barracks, they went to the battlefield and became soldiers of Noxus.

In the words of your superior, no matter how much you learn, it is better to experience it yourself. The children of Noxus are not afraid of death. Give everything you have to Noxus.

But what is the actual situation?
This is nothing more than raising poisonous insects. The capable ones will be selected to join other legions, while the weak ones will only die on the battlefield.

But because of this slogan, the fifteen-year-old Leo came to the battlefield. He fantasized that one day he would be able to achieve success on the battlefield so that his brother, who had a broken leg and was still working as a craftsman, could have a better life.

He was wearing armor that didn't fit his body, which he had stripped off a dead man's body. Under the oversized helmet was Leo's dirty, childish face.

"Why not just kill the Demacians? We have them surrounded. Are we going to let them into the Freljord?"

“What are you talking about? With the equipment they have, they will freeze to death the first night they enter the Freljord. No, why are you worrying about this? This is a mission from above, we just need to listen to it.”

"Captain, I really envy Demacia. The land here is so good. How much can be grown? No wonder the people of Demacia live so well. Their land can grow so much food."

"Yeah, I'm really envious too - gulp, hiss hiss"

"Huh? Uncle Li Lun, what are you saying?" Leo couldn't hear the voice behind him clearly, and turned his head curiously. Then Leo saw a head of black hair and a pair of black eyes.

The moonlight shone through the trees. Under the mottled and messy branches, not much light could shine in, but it was enough for Leo to see the other person's face clearly.

It was a fair and handsome face. His facial features were as tender as Leo's, revealing the youthfulness unique to a teenager. But the difference was that at this moment, the face was stained with a large amount of blood, which looked a little scary.

Combined with the black hair and black eyes, for a moment, Leo felt like he was being stared at by a wild beast.

"There is an enemy--" Leo opened his mouth, but the next moment, he subconsciously covered his neck with his right hand, opened his mouth, and a "hissing" sound came from his throat. The sound was very much like a broken old bellows. At this moment, Leo understood what Uncle Li Lun was talking about.

Yes
Just like him, I couldn't say anything.

But what made Leo feel fortunate was that his consciousness was vague before he fell down. Apart from being frightened the moment he saw the other person, he didn't seem to feel any pain?

"Damn it, it's a Demacia, kill him!"

As Leo's body fell, the team finally reacted. One of them even took out a lighting tool, but the light from the magic props shone in the forest and illuminated nothing. However, five corpses were lying on the ground one after another.

"What, what's going on!"

"Captain, where's the captain?"

"It's an enemy attack. Blow the horn! Blow the horn! Ah!"

Another body fell, and then only the man carrying the lighting props was left.

His teeth chattered as he stood there looking around in a daze.

This small team of about ten people didn't even get to see the enemy's appearance, and they were all killed?

In the middle of the night in Turk'gul, because the environment is close to the Freljord, the peaks are covered with ice and snow. This place is not like the Freljord where everything is frozen, but it is also deeply cold.

Especially at night, the temperature in Tukugur will drop sharply. Wearing a woolen sweater during the day can keep you warm, but at night, no matter how thick your clothes are, if there is no charcoal fire to warm your body, you will shiver with cold.

The biting cold of Turk'gul is something that ordinary people cannot adapt to. This is the case for everyone near Freljord. At dusk, everything becomes extremely quiet and no one chooses to walk or work at night.

However, this is only for businessmen and ordinary people. For soldiers, everything is beyond their control.

Just like now, the moonlight covers the Hongshi Forest. The bright and clear moonlight shines on the tall trees, forming silvery-white frost flowers. Through the moonlight, behind a damp and cold stone, a group of people are carefully huddled together to rest.

There were six people in total, two women and four men. In order to keep warm, they ignored the differences between men and women and huddled together, sharing each other's warmth.

Duojie was the only one who didn't hide behind the rocks. She sat on a tree, looking around vigilantly. She was keeping watch. She reached out to pick up the water bottle beside her, drank the cold water, and ate the emergency dry food. Then she stuffed her hands into her stomach to warm her red and frozen hands. She looked down at her teammates and saw that everyone was still awake, with their eyes open, wondering what they were thinking.

Thinking of this, Duo Jie couldn't help but say, "You guys should get some sleep. I'll be on guard, and you haven't had a rest for three days. Go to sleep while there's still some time before dawn. You won't have time to rest during the day."

"I can't sleep, Captain." A voice replied. The speaker was Mares, who dreamed of becoming a Demacia dragonhawk cavalryman. He was not old, just under 20 years old, but he was already a mature veteran.

He went to the battlefield at the age of 16 and has been on the border for almost four years. He is an excellent intelligence scout.

Marais licked his dry lips and said with a smile, "I was wondering if our Mr. Lance managed to escape."

"I think there is, right?" another voice sounded.

The one who spoke was Bushi, a soldier in the team. He took off his helmet and looked at the moon in the sky. After thinking for a while, he said, "We shouldn't have let Lance go back. They could have killed us several times, but we escaped. They did it on purpose."

Duojie was silent on the tree, but soon she said casually: "Then we can only pray that Lance is caught."

"Hey, hey, is that what you said?" Another woman in the team became dissatisfied. Half of her face was covered with a white cloth, and blood seeped through the cloth. But she smiled and said, "If you say that, then at least we can die together. Lance died alone, and the worst case scenario is that he might be caught and tortured by the Noxians. Doesn't he always like to show off his noble status? Now, the Noxians will definitely not kill him directly if they catch him."

"Okay, I kind of feel sorry for Lance."

A few of them chatted and laughed, forgetting about life and death.

But suddenly, Duojie raised one hand, and then in just a moment, the group of people below dispersed, each picked up their own weapons beside them, crouched down vigilantly, and they all looked at Duojie on the tree at the same time.

Duojie used gestures to convey the message: there was movement nearby.

Marais looked up and gestured twice, asking Duojie for directions.

Then, Duojie frowned and was about to sign, but a figure slowly walked out of the forest and walked straight towards them.

The first feeling Marais had when he saw it was that his body trembled and his scalp felt numb. The strong smell of blood made Marais want to vomit, but he held back.

Then, he saw a lion?

No, not a lion, a human!
The moonlight was shrouded on his body. He had black hair and was covered in blood. The blood had dyed his black clothes red and gray. With cold eyes, he walked in front of Marais and his group.

He looked at his group of people, then asked, "Demacians?"

Marais smiled and shook his head: "No, we are Freljord"

Halfway through his words, Duojie suddenly jumped down from the tree and stabbed the man with the sword in his hand.

But just as it was about to touch, Duojie groaned. She didn't even know what happened. The sword flew out of her hand and she was hit hard in the stomach. Then, she was carried on his shoulder.

"I'm Rowan, the sword captain of the Nockmochi Support Corps. You guys know Lance Maachi, right?"

"You, you really came to save us?" Marais' lips moved, looking at Rowan in shock.

On the side, the big guy Bu Shi said: "No, sir, this is a conspiracy, you can't"

"Enough, I know this is a conspiracy, so I came here alone." Luo Wen interrupted him.

A night of slaughter had made Rowan numb, but when he saw the injured Demacians staring at him blankly, he felt as if he had woken up. So he softened his tone and said, "Okay, follow me. We don't have time to chat here."

"Go? Where are we going? This place has been surrounded by Noxians. At least three hundred people are looking for us. Where can we go?" Duojie said on Rowan's shoulder.

"Rowan, we will help you hold back the Noxians. Go back the same way and tell them that this is a conspiracy by the Noxians. Don't worry about us. There is no war in the north. The Noxians have retreated!"

"If you are talking about those Noxians, then you don't have to worry about them now." Carrying Duojie, Rowan turned around and walked into the forest, saying as he walked:
"Because they are no longer here."

(End of this chapter)