The mountain city on the Green Teeth Peak-Eternal Peak line uses special Forbidden Stone square bricks as the main building material. It starts from the peak of the Urus Mountains in the north and ends at the Gate of Sorrow in the Shining Silver Mountains in the south. There are three steel gates from south to north, five of them.
The arrow tower and the high fort extend vertically for more than 80,000 miles.
For Demacians, the mountain fortress east of Green Teeth Peak-Eternal Peak is the most impenetrable military defense line in the entire territory of Demacia. Since the founding of Demacia, the Immortal Defense Line has never been breached by foreign enemies.
The Demacian indigo flag is the most proud military symbol of the Demacians. Once it is raised, it will never fall.
The first experience of every Demacia soldier when he embarks on his military career is to step onto the walls of the Immortal Defense Line and watch with his own eyes as Demacia's shining stars rush across the Milky Way, past the steel gate dam, and straight into the endless stretch of Nokomo to the east.
The strange plains flow to the territory of Demacia's old enemy, the Noxus Empire [Emerald Territory].
Every Demacian knows that from the beginning, the defense line between Green Teeth Peak and Eternal Peak was to defend against the warlike neighbors to the east.
Every Demacian soldier also knows that one day this section of the Great Wall will become a place of glory for Demacia to stop its enemies, but no one would have thought that when the Demacian Kingdom's army was about to annihilate two imperial legions and achieve a great victory.
, there will be a arrogant madman general leading a group of bloodthirsty and violent butchers to charge against the immortal defense line at all costs.
On the Laobamen Mountain Fortress, under the mountain wall of just over 100 meters, there were corpses of Noxians lying on the ground. The corpses were piled up in a two-meter-high pile, exuding the aroma of meat under the burning of kerosene.
Amidst the blazing flames soaring into the sky, countless Noxians were still climbing over the burning corpses towards the siege ladder, like hell ghosts devouring their souls.
I have never seen such a desperate fighting style. The Demacian soldiers, who were already at a disadvantage in numbers, began to retreat. They were not afraid of sacrifice, but they were afraid that they would die inexplicably in the demon's charge.
"Behead those who retreat!
Follow me to stabilize the front!
"
Croft, the old gatekeeper, drew out his blood-stained Demacia steel sword, kicked the ferocious Noxian soldier off the city wall, and roared at the top of his lungs.
"General! We really can't hold it any longer!
If we hold on any longer we will all die here!
"
"Zekaraia! Do you want to be a coward who runs away from battle?
Do you want to shame your parents?
"
As soon as Croft, who was wide-eyed with anger, finished speaking, he saw Zekariah, who had just spoken, with a look of fear on his face, and his head was chopped off with an ax.
The dark red blood sprayed high and fell on the heavy armor that had been completely dyed red. The heads rolled down. The moment the headless corpse fell, the expressionless horned helmet was slightly deflected, revealing an empty and indifferent gaze, silently.
Looking down at himself.
He couldn't see the enemy's face, couldn't see the enemy's emotions, and felt nothing except the silent killing intent.
I really want to give in, I really want to live, but if I continue to resist, I will definitely be killed easily...
Facing the cold gaze of the owner of the horned helmet, Croft finally noticed the tremor coming from the depths of his soul, and the Demacia general couldn't help but take a step back.
He was not a coward, but he could not suppress the fear and fear in his body. This contradictory feeling almost caused him to collapse.
It was as if he was destined to be a coward in front of this enemy.
"Who on earth are you!
"
Croft responded with the heavy footsteps of iron greaves. The Imperial general's boots stepped on the Demacian soldier's fingers. When he raised his right foot again, the Demacian soldier's five fingers were already connected to the flesh.
Bone-in and ground into meat paste.
The double-headed giant ax was dragged behind him with one hand by the visitor, and there were many deep marks on the hard magic-forbidden stone wall tiles, making him feel like he was in a deserted place like its owner.
"Winter, winter, winter."
The pace of the Imperial General continues to move forward.
"Protect General Croft!
Kill!
"
"Monsters of Noxus! Die!
"
The three Demacia soldiers simultaneously thrust out the fine iron spears in their hands, accurately hitting the imperial general's neck armor and back chest.
The sharp iron spear tip that could pierce iron plates could only make a few white spots on the blood-red iron sheet. The imperial general finally stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the Demacia soldiers besieging him.
The Demacian soldiers who were glanced at instantly felt the heavy pressure and were about to withdraw their spears and attack again.
The next second, the imperial general's arm armor twisted, his fingers clenched tightly, and there was a heavy sound of gold and iron.
The knuckles as sharp as claws clasped the fine decoration of the ax handle, and the person and the giant ax fit perfectly. Then the body began to twist, pulling the heavy ax body with huge force, and the originally heavy ax blade instantly broke off the ground, and the command was issued.
The shocking sound of breaking through the sky.
"call!"
Like a violent hurricane roaring past,
The giant ax turned into a deadly semicircular bloody arc, and the ax blade cut through everything in its path, tearing apart all obstacles.
"Clang."
With the iron gun barrels in their hands, three Demacian soldiers wearing fine chainmail were cut in half by the imperial general. The three soldiers watched with unblinking eyes as their lower bodies separated from themselves, which also made other people who wanted to step forward.
The Demacian soldiers stopped.
At this moment, all the Demacian soldiers who witnessed this scene understood deeply that they were definitely no match for the Barbarian Butcher.
Croft also witnessed his men being killed in an instant without the ability to resist. Croft's back felt cold and he took a step back again. His hands that had not wavered finally began to tremble.
Within sight, the defense line of his organization had completely collapsed, and his compatriots were killed in an orderly manner by the Noxians. Even surrender was of no use. This group of barbarians was not prepared to leave any prisoners from the beginning.
The main force of the kingdom was participating in the encirclement and annihilation battle in the south. He knew from the beginning that there would be no reinforcements here, but he could not have expected that even relying on the advantages of the mountain fortress would not be able to stop the Noxians for a moment.
Can't even do it for a day.
He became the defeated general and stubbornly killed all his compatriots and soldiers who trusted him.
A whole two thousand people were just gone.
If the key mountain fortress of Old Gate is thrown away, the defense line between Green Teeth Peak and Eternal Peak will be opened, and the people of Demacia will be massacred.
"General!
Go quickly!
I'm holding him back!
"
"Help me take care of my..."
"Pfft."
The words stopped suddenly, two heads were cut off by ax blades, and a soldier was split in two from the head by a huge ax.
His body was already covered with fragments of human organs, and the blood-soaked demon was still slowly approaching him, killing everything in his way.
Croft took one last look at Demacia's indigo flag, clenched his steel sword with both hands, and launched the last charge in his life.
"Demacia!
"
"Pfft."
The hand lifts and the ax falls.
The head rolled to the side, and the stainless steel sword was broken into two sections from the middle of the ridge, leaning against the master's headless body.
Like other Demacian soldiers, Demacian generals are no different.
The indigo flag was cut off by iron hands, the flagpole and flag fell into a pool of blood, and were trampled underfoot by iron boots.
The old door has fallen.
…
To be continued...