Chapter six hundred and seventy-eight before the war

King Jarvan IV was alone at the table. The table was a chessboard. He picked up one and held it in his hand, and he didn't make a move for a long time.

"His Royal Highness..." Standing beside Jarvan IV was his adjutant and his staff.

Jarvan IV said solemnly: "The Noxians are crazy enough to send an army of a thousand men to plunder the village."

The adjutant also looked solemn: "The Noxian army has always been a mess, and the subordinates estimate that most of the thousand people are cannon fodder pulled from the places conquered by Noxus, and they are absolutely trained by regular military training. Less than 10%, maybe half of them are not.”

"Of course Noxus can't compare to our elite soldiers." Jarvan IV said, "But a thousand people are a thousand people. I only have 213 soldiers in my hands. The difference is too big."

"Or..." the adjutant suggested, "Ask for help from other troops?"

"No." Jarvan IV immediately vetoed, "The situation of other troops is not necessarily better than ours... Besides... If I can't overcome this difficulty, how can I lead Demacia in the future."

The adjutant stopped talking. He had accompanied the prince for many years, and he knew the character of King Jarvan IV.

Moreover, he also believed in the prince's ability to lead them to victory.

"Report!" A soldier entered the camp and knelt halfway behind Jarvan IV. "Report to His Royal Highness! Sir Catherine of the Crownguard has brought supplies from the rear!"

Jarvan IV's eyes lit up: "It's just in time! Please come quickly!"

Soon, a man and a woman entered the tent, it was Sir Catherine of the Crown Guard family and her son Robert.

The real body is two demons.

"Sir Catherine!" Jarvan IV greeted him, "Thank you for your tireless efforts to come to the frontline for support!"

Evelyn saluted Jarvan IV: "His Royal Highness, the horses and supplies of the Crown Guard family have been delivered, please review them."

"No, this prince trusts the Crown Guard family." Jarvan IV said cheerfully.

Rorschach stood behind Evelynn and bowed his head silently, but said in his heart: "The Light Shield family and the Crownguard family are indeed closely related... Maybe in the future, people in the Crownguard family can be operated on, and it is very likely that it will affect the royal family. …”

Rorschach was thinking, when Jarvan IV's eyes fell on him.

"Robert is here too?" Jarvan IV said.

He was very impressed with the son of the Crownguard's collateral line, and his duel with Fiona of House Laurent over his marriage was still vivid in his mind.

"His Royal Highness remembers me?" Rorschach saluted.

"Of course, the impression is very deep." Jarvan IV smiled.

"Okay, Robert, don't disturb His Royal Highness." Evelyn reprimanded Rorschach sternly, and then bowed her head to Jarvan IV, "We are unarmed, so we won't be here to cause trouble to His Highness."

"Yeah." Jarvan IV nodded, "Go ahead then and tell the Crown Guard family that this prince will come to the door to thank him after his triumphant return."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Evelyn took Rorschach out of the camp. Evelyn looked at the busy soldiers at the camp and laughed softly: "It looks very good, all of them are fierce."

"They all trust the prince." Luo Xia smiled, "They firmly believe that they will win, and they really want to see them fall into despair."

"We'll see soon," Evelyn said. "We've sent the best assassins, haven't we?"

Rorschach smiled: "Yeah...the best assassin..."

The mother and son mounted their horses and sped away with the Crownguard family's motorcade.

In the tent, King Jarvan IV looked out through the empty window and saw that the horses and supplies had been rectified by the soldiers. A soldier ran into the tent: "Report! The sent horses and supplies have been counted! The same is quite a lot!"

King Jarvan IV nodded with satisfaction: "The Crown Guard family is indeed loyal. I sent all the supplies as soon as I sent a letter."

The adjutant echoed: "The Mianwei family has been loyal for generations, and it has been so since the ancestor king. It is indeed worthy of trust."

"Well, it's a pity that Galen is not here, otherwise I really want to fight side by side with him, the leader of the crown guard family." King Jarvan IV laughed, "Just like my father when he was young, whenever you fight, there must be a crown guard by your side. Follow."

"If Your Highness is interested, why not call Mr. Robert just now? He is also a young man from the Crown Guard's family."

"He? No way..." King Jarvan IV shook his head, "I don't have any strength, but his fiancée is not bad. It would be nice if she came along too."

The adjutant was puzzled. He didn't know much about the aristocratic circle, and he didn't know about Robert and Fiona.

"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore." King Jarvan IV walked back to the chessboard, "Now that the supplies have arrived, our army is strong and strong, and the enemy army is large and powerful, but they are all rabble. It is time to turn passive into active and direct. Take the enemy camp."

The adjutant sighed and stood at attention: "Follow His Highness's instructions!"

The chess pieces in Jarvan IV's hand landed heavily on the middle camp on the opposite side of the chessboard: "Battle! For Demacia!"

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the other side of the mountains.

Noxus' barracks were not as orderly as Demacia's side.

There is no standard armament, there is no regular formation, and even the races are not uniform. There are people from all ethnic groups, and a few Vastaya orcs can be seen sporadically.

Some carry swords, some carry clubs, and some wear no armor at all, with all kinds of patterns painted on their shirtless bodies.

This is Noxus, a country with a lot of mixed cultures. This characteristic is also reflected in the army. In order to pursue the ultimate expansion, the Noxian army can be used by almost anyone who can go to the battlefield, no matter what. Whether or not they have undergone formal military training, this kind of cannon fodder can be earned for every ten enemies.

And the cannon fodders are also willing to do such desperate things. Noxus can be in the upper position. As long as they can make military exploits, Noxus will always reward them. This is their only chance to turn around.

Now in this chaotic army there is a clearly regular army.

Noxus's iconic black and red armor, they are not many in number, but they are the existences that maintain the fragile order of this thousand-man army.

But the soldiers who kept order were a few, and many more gathered around and guarded a huge chariot.

In front of the chariot, there is a man dressed in a mage, hiding in a robe, holding a staff, a typical mage characteristic.

From the perspective of body size, the mage is a concave and convex woman.

A group of soldiers surrounded her, and the soldiers were blank-eyed, guarding the female mage like sculptures.

The female mage's hand touched the chariot: "Are you about to bear it?"

The chariot shook violently.

Something seems to be locked inside.

"Don't worry." There seemed to be laughter hidden in the female mage's voice, "Immediately...you'll see blood...get that proud, strong, winning Demacian prince...get it for me... …”

The female mage raised her hand, and the color of her wrist was faintly revealed under the slipped sleeve.

A touch of paleness.

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"Huh? What is this? It's not on the inventory..."

"What? A box? What?"

"Open it and see... Wow!"

"Hahaha! Isn't this a fright box! You were actually frightened by a fright box! Hahaha!"

"Don't say it! I just didn't expect something to pop up... What kind of doll is this, Joker?"

"How come there are toys in the supplies?"

"I don't know, maybe someone from the Crownguard's family accidentally leaked it in while loading."

"The workmanship is very delicate, isn't it a toy for the young master of the Crown Guard family? Would you like to report it to Your Highness?"

"It's just a toy. The war is imminent. You don't need to report to His Royal Highness to distract His Highness. It's fine to return it to the Mian Guard family when you return to the hero."

- Dialogue with Demacian soldiers.

Chapter six hundred and seventy-ninth war

The weather started to get gloomy.

Jarvan IV looked up at the sky, just as a drop of rain fell on his face.

"It looks like it's going to rain," Jarvan IV said. "As I expected, this environment is good for us. The rain will slow down the enemy's walking speed and disrupt their vision."

"Your Highness is wise," the adjutant said, "Then we will implement the harassing and roaming tactics as planned?"

"Well." Jarvan IV nodded, "Remember my words, the enemy retreats, we advance, the enemy advances, we retreat, the number of enemies far exceeds us, we must not fight recklessly, we must first reduce their number by relying on our mobility."

"Yes!" The officers and men answered in unison, with a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Everyone obeys!" Jarvan IV said, "Get on the horse!"

More than two hundred elite Demacian soldiers mounted their horses.

Each of them is an elite hand-picked and trained by Jarvan IV. Perhaps this unit cannot be compared with the strongest "Fearless Vanguard" in Demacia. It has just started, and it has no name and no banner, but it is Jarvan IV. The hard work of the world is a strong force that he hopes will become the mainstay of Demacia in the future.

King Jarvan IV is full of confidence in this battle. He and his troops are a sword that has been hidden for a long time. Today, this sword is finally going to be consecrated.

Jarvan IV was covered in golden armor, and so were the men behind him, the symbol of their Demacian royal troops.

The prince held a strangely shaped spear in his hand.

The front end of the spear is lined with many blades like shark teeth, each of which is shimmering with cold light, as if it can cut iron like mud. This gun also has a built-in mechanism, which can be retracted freely.

This is the National Treasure of Demacia, the [Traveling Dragon Spear].

Jarvan IV got this magic weapon from Jarvan III at the age of sixteen. According to legend, this spear existed at the beginning of Demacia's founding. It was forged by legendary craftsmen and accompanied the kings of Demacia to fight. The battlefield has become a symbol of the royal family.

It is said that this gun also killed a frost dragon from the Freljord and dyed its blood, so its blade is still extremely cold to the touch.

But this magic weapon is extremely difficult to use. First of all, it is very heavy, and it cannot be used without enough arm strength. Second, its built-in telescopic strangulation function makes it more useful than traditional marksmanship. Hundreds of changes , people who are not proficient in marksmanship cannot exert its power at all.

Fortunately, Jarvan IV has a teacher who has already mastered the spear - Xin Zhao.

"Father, uncle, witness the strength of the child." Jarvan IV put on his helmet and stared at the pattering rain curtain in front of him.

Everything was extraordinarily quiet, and the sound of rain became the only sound on the battlefield.

Behind the rain curtain, in the gloomy sky, a fire appeared.

One, two, three...

More and more firelights ignited, and the flames pierced the darkness of the rainy night, reflecting a dark red torrent surging like a tide.

Torrent of Steel in Noxus.

The appearance of a thousand people marching is extremely shocking, and these thousand people are still coming at them, and from far away, Jia Wen IV feels the oppressive force coming towards him.

"This is the real battlefield..." Jarvan IV thought his heartbeat would speed up, or a little nervous, but he was unusually calm, "This is just my starting point, the future Demacia is in my hands, this It's the prelude to Demacia's power."

Jarvan IV held up the Dragon Spear. His unit didn't have a flag yet, so there was no flag bearer, and his gun was the flag.

"All troops! Charge!" Jarvan IV shouted, his voice resounding through the troops, "For Demacia!"

"For Demacia!!!!" the soldiers responded.

Facing the dark red Noxian torrent, a golden Demacian elite launched a fearless attack.

...

Rorschach blinked, and the scene in front of him changed from a warm tent to a noisy rainy night.

"Looks like we're a little late." Evelyn, who was in Rorschach's arms, smiled tenderly, "The battle has already begun."

"Well... the ability to teleport still needs to be practiced." Rorschach said.

"It's okay, you'll be able to master it soon." Evelyn twisted and turned in Rorschach's arms.

Rorschach nodded, the demon's teleportation ability is actually to open the channel of the spiritual realm.

The space of the spiritual realm and the material realm are intertwined and connected with each other, and demons can easily open these channels to achieve distance-independent movement in the physical realm.

However, Luo Xia just learned this ability, and he is not very proficient. It took some time in the spiritual realm to teleport successfully.

Rorschach seemed to have seen some furry creatures in the spiritual realm that were similar in size to children, but Rorschach didn't care and came here directly.

Rorschach looked at the battlefield, the golden yellow and the dark red were already in close quarters, and the dark red Noxian army had an overwhelming advantage over the golden Demacian army.

However, the Demacians did not fight against the disadvantage of numbers. They formed a long front and fought in a very flexible way. The high mobility brought by the horses repeatedly affected the Noxians. The gigantic Noxian army was held back in this way.

"It seems that our cute little prince still has some ability to lead troops." Evelyn smiled, "I can be a good king in the future, a hero."

"It's a pity he can't make it." Rorschach released Evelynn and smiled evilly, "He will die here. Demacia's only crown prince dies. What kind of panic and grief will Demacia fall into?"

"That's Fiddlesticks and Morten's favorite environment." Evelynn hugged Rorschach's arm, "Don't worry about attracting them to a backcountry they never knew, hehe..."

Rorschach and Evelyn chose a plan that would cause the least damage to Demacia's national strength, but would cause great panic - killing the prince.

The two demons don't want Demacia's national strength to be greatly weakened. There are Noxus in the east of Demacia, and the Freljord barbarians in the north. Destroying the country, Rorschach and Evelyn didn't want to let this hotbed of fear be destroyed too quickly.

"I kind of hope that Demacia has the upper hand." Rorschach was in a good mood, and rarely pushed Evelyn away, "At the moment when their respected prince was about to win the war, he suddenly died suddenly, that would be What a delightful sight to see."

"Sacco is the best at this kind of thing." Evelyn rested her head on Rorschach's shoulder contentedly. "His dark humor will surely make our little prince die absurdly and tragically."