Ali's Bizarre Adventure

And in Demacia, minerals are extremely rich.

If you just survive, there is basically no problem.

Ashe didn't know much about Demacia, she probably only saw Mithral City and these vast wastelands.

Only these, in Ashe's heart, are enough.

This way you can live easily.

"Sejuani, what do you think?"

Ali asked.

"I think…"

Sejuani looked further south, "It shouldn't be difficult to survive. But it won't last long."

"This is the land of Demacia. Unless we occupy the entire Demacia, the war will not stop. They will definitely try their best to drive us away, or drive us out."

Sejuani continued.

"maybe."

Ari patted Sejuani on the shoulder, she felt that there was nothing wrong with what Sejuani said.

This situation is very normal.

But Ari doesn't plan to think too far, her current goal is just to take down Mithril City.

As for what to do next.

It depends on the variables.

It may be possible to capture Demacia, but it is difficult to say whether this land can be held after the war is over.

Ahri knew that in Runeterra, the truly dangerous country was actually the rising Noxus Empire.

Jericho Swain is now in power.

The aggression and expansion of Noxus will never stop, and Demacia is also the land they have long coveted.

The price to pay for occupying Demacia will certainly not be too small.

After the Great War, whether they can continue to withstand the iron cavalry of the Noxus Empire is the real key.

"Ari, what are you thinking?"

Seeing Ahri pondering for a long time, Sejuani asked her.

The Freljord knew of the existence of the Noxus Empire, and Sejuani even plundered the Noxus fleet.

Moreover, Noxus also tried to attack the Freljord.

It's just that Sejuani doesn't know yet, some rules in civilized society, and some information about Runeterra.

"It's nothing."

Ali let out a long breath.

Now that the Freljords have left the Northland, the situation in Runeterra is bound to change.

Ahri didn't want the Freljord dead outside.

Ahri has more things to consider now than when he was in the Freljord, and he has to be more careful.

This is not a game.

If the Freljord died out, it was impossible for Ahri to do it all over again.

Ari doesn't want to see such a result!

"Let's go."

Ari walked down the mountain, "Lead the army and attack Miyin City! Attack it with the fastest speed!"

"Ah."

Sejuani and Ashe answered together.

This rich city is already in sight, and every Northlander is already ready to move.

Even without orders, they know what to do.

Ahri now only hopes to take down Miril City before the army of Demacia Xiongdu arrives.

You can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat, waiting for the right time.

……

"set off!"

Sejuani's thunderous voice sounded, "My compatriots in the Northland, occupy the front cities at all costs! This time, we are not fighting for the Horde, we are fighting for the Freljord!"

Ashe stood beside Sejuani with firm eyes.

She took Sejuani's hand with one hand, and raised Avarosa's True Ice Bow with the other.

The people below let out a battle cry.

They beat the shields with the battle axes in their hands, and there were rough howls in their mouths.

In the loud noise, there was something that connected them together.

"For the Freljord!"

"For the Freljord!"

The warriors raised their tomahawks, and they uttered the same cry as the aliens and blood feuds.

"Hohohoho-"

When Bron saw this scene, he laughed heartily.He has always wanted to see this day.

As he once said.

【Today, we are enemies of each other, but tomorrow, we may fight side by side! 】

Braum had always believed that the Freljord had no real hatred for each other, they just had nothing to eat, nothing to wear, and they just couldn't survive another winter.When they can live, they can lay down their axes and sit around a fire, dance, and drink some hot goat's milk together.

Bron is very happy now, he saw this moment.

"Finally... I can have a good fight!"

Olaf walked in the middle of the procession like a bull.

He couldn't wait.

Like him, eager to fight are his people - a group of berserkers from Lokfar!

Fighting is in the nature of Rockfarers.

It would be a great honor for them to die in a great battle.

This is the destination pursued by every Rockfarer.

"I hope there will be a better guy!" Olaf said to himself while walking.

"Better kill me!"

Olaf is getting older every year.

He thought again of what the priest had said to him—you will live to the end of your life, you will die on your bed, and when you die you will have many children.

This is divination.

But to Olaf, it looked like a curse.

Chapter 569 People and Soldiers

Mythril City.

Rows of Demacian soldiers stood on the white city wall, with bundles of sharp arrows piled up beside them.

The day before, Mithral's scouts had spotted the Freljord's army approaching their city.

They had never seen so many savages.

"What's going on here?"

On the clean and tidy streets, teams of Demacian soldiers walked by, with solemn expressions.

"do not know."

"Maybe there's going to be a war."

Some ordinary people on the street were discussing uncomfortably, their eyes full of worry.

They don't know these military situations.

But now the gate of Mithral City has been sealed, and the normally peaceful atmosphere has disappeared in an instant.

Even ordinary people can sense that something is wrong.

"All go home!"

A young man, riding a horse, shouted down the street, "Shut the door and don't come out!"

This is a man with blond hair, his bangs are curled up aggressively, and there is a rapier hanging around his waist, looking a bit frivolous.

"Did something happen?"

asked a store owner.

"The savages are coming."

The blond man raised his head slightly, and his accent was a little funny, but his figure maintained the elegance of an aristocrat, "Many, many, not one or two as I have seen before, but hundreds of thousands."

"God..."

After hearing this, the proprietress of the shop couldn't help clasping her hands in front of her chest, and made a prayer gesture, "Flying Wing Guardian..."

"Okay, close the door!"

The blond man rode a horse and caught up with the soldiers in front of him. He seemed a bit out of place with these soldiers.

He didn't wear iron armor, but simple civilian clothes.

"Hurry up!"

The man shouted a few times, "Hurry up, everyone, before the barbarians arrive, hurry up and strengthen the city defense."

"Yes, Sir Tork."

The soldiers ran, and in their hearts, this Sir was an elegant duelist.

Also a master swordsman.

Even in the Laurent family, even though he is still very young, his status is not low at all.

But the premise is not to compare with Fiona.

……

"Ali."

Sejuani was riding a huge steel mane, looking mighty and majestic, "Do you have to wait this time?"

At Fossbarrow, Ahri kept them waiting for three days.

Without sacrificing a single soldier, without a single effort, they had the town of Forsbarrow.

Although Sejuani doesn't understand it very well, Sejuani can feel that Ahri understands the outside world better than she does.

She is also more willing to listen to Ari.

"You can try shouting first."

Ari thought for a while, "If they can surrender, of course it is the best, if not, they will forcefully attack the city!"

Mithral City was different from Fossbarrow.

Fossbarrow is just a border town, where there are not many troops stationed, and it is far away from Xiongdu.

A siege is just a one-sided massacre.

All Ari and the others want is land. Given the huge disparity in strength, it is naturally the best thing for Fossbarrow's army to be willing to retreat.Although the castellan of Fossbarrow eventually committed suicide.