League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The Sun Also Rises.

The village of Beinuoer, which was full of food and drink, was ravaged by the decapitated bandit for one night, has been razed to the ground.

In addition to the female villagers who were tortured to death on the spot, there were also many beautiful women who were taken as personal goods by the robbers. In addition, the robbers also arrested nearly a hundred male villagers.

They sent 20 robber riders with long ropes to **** dozens of strong middle-aged male villagers and a dozen beautiful thieves' female relatives to the northern base camp. The strength of the robber regiment did not decrease but increased. In a small village, there are more than 150 slaves used as human and animal slaves.

Counting the surrenderers and the dizzy slave captives, the decapitated bandit had already reached a size of 600 people. Naturally, logistics became a huge problem.

The robbers who have robbed the village will not distribute the dry food and jerky they carry to the newly joined accomplices or prisoners, so how to send the more than 150 people and animals who have no food to eat as soon as possible? Consuming Noxian arrows into battle is the first problem.

Of course, it can also be killed on the spot.

"It's only half a day's journey away from Nuoer Village. If it's too late, I'm afraid we won't be able to reach the Immortal Fortress tomorrow. These wastes will seriously slow down our marching speed. Brothers, do you have any ideas?"

The cavalry walks ahead to explore the road, and the one-armed Doyle, riding a pony on the Damore Plain, carries a double-edged axe in one hand. It was a maggot mouth driven by the sword and followed behind.

"Boss, why do you think we should ally with the **** of Mostak? Is it really to attack Noxus with the savages of Mostak?"

Seeing that the others didn't speak, the brown-skinned man with dreadlocks on another pony asked Er.

Knowing that Zach was helping him sort out the plan, Doyle was not angry and responded with a grin.

"Of course, to let those **** help us contain the Noxian army and let us loot wantonly."

The dreadlocks man smiled, revealing a row of big yellow teeth.

"That's right, the location of the immortal fortress is notoriously easy to defend and difficult to attack, no matter how stupid the Noxians are, they will never send everyone who can fight to the north with the **** of Mostak. Let’s fight to the death, in this case, of course, we mainly attack the villages, and there is no need to attack the city.

As long as the Noxians dare to go out of the city to support the village, we will set up an ambush to eat them. We have cavalry that can come and go freely. As long as we go out of the city, the number of Noxian barbarians who occupy the immortal fortress will die. Speaking of useless prisoners..."

"Hey, Zach, what are you thinking? Come on, don't hesitate."

The person who spoke was a 'big head' who was wearing iron-inlaid leather armor and had a physique of 2.2 meters.

Doyle didn't speak either, apparently waiting for Zach's next words.

"We don't need so many prisoners. It's a pity to kill them all. Hehe, let's speed up the drive and kill those who can't keep up. Anyway, we can catch more in Nuoer Village."

"Hahahaha, it's still a ghost idea, you have a way."

"As expected of Zach, who has a smarter head than me, I can't think of so much, and only kills."

"Haha, big head, it's enough for you to be responsible for killing people. In the future, I will build you a full armor, but you have to perform well on the battlefield..."

Amid the chatter and laughter of the crowd, the robbers' team accelerated their marching speed. The villagers of Beinuoer Village, who had been unable to keep up because of their injuries, began to fall behind. These villagers could only be cut to the ground by the robbers' bright knives in desperation. , slumbering forever under the winding Goril Mountains, a dead bone eaten by vultures.

…

On the other side of the mountain range, the screams of killing were loud.

The blood had already dyed the banks of the Black Iron River beside him red.

Driving away the thin and thin war slaves holding wooden sticks, Centurion Mostak and Centurion Upol led their 200 soldiers to charge.

"The crossbowmen let their arrows!!"

Under the order of Commander Brent, more than 80 Noxian bowmen standing on the high platform constructed with rock magic fired arrows at the crowd of people 300 meters away.

In the sound of 'boom' in the sky, bow and crossbow arrows flew towards the dense crowd with different ballistics.

The iron arrow easily pierced through many war slaves charging in a dense formation, but it was difficult for them to charge with a skirmish line behind the war slaves holding wooden shields, or the barbarian warriors hiding behind the war slaves could not cause effective damage.

More than a hundred war slaves suffered heavy casualties and began to disperse in their mourning, and were then stabbed to death by the barbarians behind them.

"The bowman reloads! The spearman throws the spear!"

The first arrow rain had just fallen, and the 200 spearmen standing under the high ground had already thrown out the few spears behind them.

The iron-clad flying spear crossed a graceful arc, easily piercing dozens of damaged wooden shields, and piercing the owner of the wooden shield to the ground.

"Fill the arrows!"

The axemen and archers hiding behind the shield-wielding barbarians launched an attack. Dozens of short-handled axe spun towards the Noxian pikemen at the forefront, and the arrows flew to the Noxian pikemen on the high platform. Texas bowman.

The screams came one after another, and the sharp arrows shot through the body that could not be avoided. More than a dozen archers were hit and fell down. The head of the spearmen who was hit by the flying axe was directly split open, and a yellow, yellow, green and green burst out. Something, the Noxians faltered briefly.

"The spearman is steady! The bowman shoots his arrows!"

Although the scene was tragic, the two sides did not have any time to feel sad for the dead, and all that was left in their minds was your life and death.

Another group of arrows flew down, and hundreds of barbarian soldiers rushed in front of the Noxian spearmen with the arrow rain.

"kill!!"

The two sides are stuck together, and long-range attacks have lost their meaning. Although the number of soldiers is small, the Noxians have the upper hand with their half-body armor, especially in the remaining eighty Noxus. The casualties of the barbarian soldiers suddenly accelerated after a number of tomahawks entered the battle from both sides.

The rumbling sound of hooves sounded, and a hundred barbarian cavalrymen rushed from the river bank to the right side of the battle axemen with their horses in between. Under Brent's order, several mages of Black Rose who had recovered, cast rock spells.

The dim-yellow magic halo disappeared, and a small piece of rocky thorn protruded from the ground. More than a dozen barbarian knights who could not avoid were directly pierced by the stone thorns with their horses and horses. The remaining knights were also scattered in formation because the horses were frightened. Several knights fell to their knees.

He found that his knights' raid failed, and the morale of the barbarian soldiers who saw the mage plummeted.

Seeing this scene, Bright sent the only 30 or so Noxus cavalry left, but instead of attacking the barbarian knights, they went around behind the barbarian soldiers and launched a charge, and the barbarian soldiers began to flee.

"Uuuuuu..."

The sound of heavy and desolate animal horns came from the direction of the barbarian camp, and hundreds of other barbarian soldiers rushed to the battlefield. Seeing that their defensive formation was about to be messed up, Brent also ordered the horn soldiers to retreat.

Allowing the scattered barbarian soldiers to be picked up and withdrawn by the opposing force, the Noxians quickly wiped their **** weapons on the enemy with red eyes, and recovered all available arrows or armor from the ground. Quietly retreat into the position.

Looking at the barbarian soldiers who were still covered in blackness, Brent's eyes were a little more hazy.