Chapter 125: Lost the first battle, Draven injured his waist
"Noxus."

"Outside the city, on top of a high mountain."

Darius was carrying a huge axe, wearing silver-black and silver steel armor, and his red cloak fluttered in the whistling wind.

Behind him is an iron army, powerful and ready to fight.

Darius stared at the Immortal Fortress in the center of the city, his thoughts drifting with the wind.

The ripples of memories spread.

It brought him back to that early morning many years ago.

“I never thought of that”

"It will be fate once and for all."

"It has been ten years since I returned to my hometown, and five years since I met Quelleta."

"She's a Noxian to the core, so... the price of rebellion."

"She couldn't have not known."

"In this place, we swore to never be apart."

“Until later.”

"The arrival of the Noxian army has changed the course of our lives dramatically."

[“Yeah, that’s good. You also remember to recall before the battle and build up your emotions.”]
[“You even went to the cliff where you almost died. Darius, can you still remember the arm that saved you?”]
[“Alas, another sad story.”]
[“Childhood sweethearts ended up turning their swords against each other.”]
[“So, why?”]
"after one day."

"Besilico, outside the city."

The smoke of war has already spread to the walls of Besilico.

The catapults slammed into the ancient city wall again and again.

Finally, after the eighth bombardment, a huge crack was smashed in the center of the city wall.

Darius held the map in his hand, frowning, "It is possible to attack through the gap in the city wall, but the chances are slim."

Although the atmosphere was tense, he remained calm.

Next to him, his younger brother Draven responded nonchalantly:

"Brother, it's no problem. We can kill them."

"Let me lead the armored troops and we can enter the city at dusk."

He held his head high, looking fearless.

Another female general, Tamara, rolled her eyes at him and said with her hands behind her chest:

"If you attack now, the casualties will be so numerous that you won't be able to carry them all."

Draven leaned over and rested his chin on her shoulder, glancing at her sideways. "Your time in Piltover softened your heart."

Tamara locked eyes with him and shot back bluntly, "All that time rolling around on the battlefield has made you stupider."

Then she added mockingly:
"You don't care about his life or death at all, you just want to be the first one to break into the city!"

Draven did not refute, but just shrugged his shoulders, acting indifferent.

That's when.

Darius slowly put away the map and made a decision in his mind.

He turned to look at his brother:

"Draven, choose your men and attack the breach in the city wall."

Draven hefted the twin axes onto his shoulders, his face full of energy, "I've already chosen them."

Half a minute later.

Draven came to a team of fully armed soldiers and issued combat orders.

"Attack quickly and vigorously, and don't stop until we get into the city." He raised the sharp axe in his hand and pointed it directly at the city wall, "Let's go!!"

shhhhh--

The words just fell.

The arrows from the Besilico guards came swiftly and densely.

The sharp sound of cutting through the air kept whistling in their ears, but the Noxian armored warriors showed no fear.

They held steel shields and charged forward with roars.

Draven stood out in the siege army. He held two spinning axes and nimbly shuttled through the crowd, constantly destroying arrows shot from all directions.

His eyes were shining with crazy excitement, and all the muscles in his body were trembling. "Did you hear that? Death is knocking at the door!"

Despite the barrage of arrows, the Noxian Ironclad's helmets were indestructible and could not stop their progress.

Less than ten minutes.

Under the wall with a gap, more than a dozen ladders had been built to climb up the city.

Draven took the brunt of the attack, scrambling up the ladder with agility.

A sharp sword flashed, and Draven grabbed the ladder and tilted his head back 90 degrees, avoiding the fatal blow to his neck.

Immediately, the sharp axe in the other hand flew out and shot out at a rapid speed.

In the blink of an eye, the general defending the city had his head separated from his body.

Draven turned to look at the Iron Warrior behind him and shouted, "Charge in!"

The warriors swarmed over and quickly climbed up from several other ladders.

However, I never thought.

Just as Draven stepped onto the city wall.

Sizzle.
A slight strange noise suddenly aroused his vigilance.

"what?"

Before he could react.

Sparks flew across the ground beneath my feet.

Followed by.

boom! !

Flames filled the sky and violent explosions were deafening.

Draven and the surrounding warriors were all blown away in an instant, falling to the ground under the city wall like a kite with a broken string, their lives or deaths uncertain.

[“.This is a great show.”]
[“Quelleta is so cruel? Why did he even use explosives?”]
[“We grew up together after all, how can you be so ruthless.”]
[“Feelings? How can there be any feelings? Since Darius was the first to be ruthless, then don’t blame Quelleta for being ungrateful.”]
[“We are still human after all. No matter how strong an axe is, it is not as strong as dynamite.”]
[“It’s over! Draven is not going to die just like that.”]
[“The war has begun, and they haven’t even seen Quelleta yet.”]
The plot screen is finished.

Su Xinghe further narrated and added:
"In response to the uprising in Quelleta, Darius and Draven led their troops to suppress it, but the first battle ended in failure."

"What is the reason?"

"So, although Quelleta is a woman, she has been in the army for more than ten years after all."

"How could this once powerful female general be just an ordinary person?"

"So, her way of dealing with this surprise attack was to have the guards bury explosives in advance and then detonate them when they entered the city."

"And what is the result?"

"She obviously won."

"This unexpected ambush caused Draven to suffer serious injuries on his left side."

"Noxian barracks."

"Healing area."

In the camp tents, the wounded soldiers were placed on dozens of beds.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and medicine, and doctors were busy running around, performing surgery on them.

At this time, Darius came in and, led by a bald doctor, went to his brother Draven's recuperation room.

"How is he?" Darius asked the doctor.

The doctor couldn't help but sigh:
"If it were anyone else, they would have died long ago. It's incredible that he survived."

"Really? It seems he is lucky."

Darius nodded slightly.

Soon, they arrived at Draven's private ward.

Darius gently opened the curtain that blocked the door to the room.

inside.

Draven was lying on his side with his back to the door, and a young doctor was applying medicine to him.

(End of this chapter)