"I was right, the pre-war declaration was beautiful." Geno smiled as he watched as the rebel army poured out of the South Gate with Irelia, and finally turned his gaze to the army in front of him.

An army of 100,000 led by Darius, the Hand of Noxus.

His expression became serious, and his palms were no longer clenched and loosened, released and clenched, but clenched into fists.

"Just let the horses come, I'll stop the Noxian minordinaires here."

Behind him, the rebels' white-robed mages poured up the walls, followed by legions of archers in familiar leather armor, men and women, human and vastaya, forming a human wall on the tall walls, carrying the banner of the Ionian dragon soul.

Of course, it is impossible to resist the siege of a hundred thousand troops with these thousands of people, and the two strategic magicians Sindra and Taliyah followed behind Jeno, one with a loose figure and the other with a focused and serious body. Each of them is an enemy of 10,000 people, and it depends on how Jeno wants to maximize their strength.

A kilometer outside the city walls, Darius reined in his horse.

He looked at the tallest wall he had seen since he conquered the city, and his face was solemn.

Even if it was to attack the Immortal Fortress, it would not be much more difficult, and this wall would rise from the ground in a matter of days, like a divine help.

He beckoned, and the soldiers behind him moved out of the way.

Noxian soldiers wearing steel helmets and spears in their hands, pushing unarmed Ionian civilians with their spears to the front of the battle, numbered in large numbers, there were also hundreds, most of them were old people and children, victims of this war, from the villages that had been captured by Noxus.

The group of civilians was brutally escorted all the way to the kilometer, under the city walls, in front of the trenches, and were ordered to kneel by the Noxian soldiers.

Some desperate old men and ignorant children knelt down in obedience, while others who refused to give in were forced to stand up straight, only to be kicked down by the brutal iron boots of the intruders.

A man who looked like an officer walked up to the crowd and looked up at Jeno who was looking down at him, and at this moment the latter's brow was already deeply furrowed, and his eyes were full of darkness.

"The Ionians are peace-minded, and we could have resolved this dispute in a bloodless manner. Our general, Darius, assures you that as long as you give up your resistance, lower the drawbridge, and welcome the Noxian army in, then the bloody slaughter will not take place. Otherwise, we will use the blood of these hundreds of Ionians to stain the beginning of this war! ”

The officer spoke Ionian, with a loud voice and a round voice. Noxus actually used this despicable means to force them to abandon the city and surrender from the beginning.

There was an uproar on the city walls, and they all looked at the commander of the defending army, Jeno, with very frightened eyes.

According to military regulations, they will unconditionally fulfill Jeno's orders, that is, the lives of these hundreds of hostages under the city are tied to Jeno's choice.

They had been shaken, and even had the desire to run away, not wanting to see their countrymen blood splattered on the spot under their gaze, but their duty was to stand on the city walls.

Jeno didn't speak, and the commander below shouted again: "Either surrender or watch them die, and then it's your turn to be buried together!" ”

As he spoke, the soldiers raised their spears and pressed them against the hostages' backs, threatening to pierce their chests at any moment.

"If you dare to try, I'll let your blood be spattered on the spot." Jano responded with a rage at the Noxian officer, and the archers on the walls immediately drew their bows and aimed them at the soldiers below.

They couldn't bear to see the tragic death of their compatriots, but Precidian couldn't give up easily, so they agreed to avenge these dying compatriots. Jeno chose to sacrifice a small number of people to protect the overall situation, although it is not good, but it is not wrong, it is the most correct solution to this kind of problem.

Talks collapsed?

Darius stared at the kneeling hostage from a distance of a kilometer, his gaze swept over one of the brown-haired figures, and he shook his head imperceptibly.

"There's nothing we Noxians wouldn't dare to do! Soldiers, listen to my orders, pierce! ”

He sneered at Jeno and waved his hand sharply, telling the soldiers to kill the hostages.

However, the expected screams did not come, and he looked back to see that the soldiers were still piercing, but they had not inserted the tip of their spears into the hostages' backs.

"Get out of here, let me come!" The officer was so angry that he grabbed the spear and kicked a hesitant soldier down, and just as he was about to plunge the spear into the back of an old man, he found that once the tip of the hair was only a finger away from the flesh, it would not be able to penetrate an inch, even if he called the soldier just now to use the strength of the milk, he could not push the spear forward a single cent, as if an invisible barrier protected these hostages!

"What kind of magic did you use?" The officer blushed and shouted hysterically at the wall, for Jeno had disgraced him in front of the army.

Jeno raised his hand and told the archers to release their tightened bows and arrows.

Then he tilted his head to look at Sindra, who yawned lazily and floated out of the wall from Jeno's side with his round legs tightly clamped, flying directly above the Noxian soldiers and hostages.

"Come early in the morning to disturb people's dreams, are they tired of being alive?"

Sindra's voice was layered, stirring in the darkness. Around her, three orbs of darkness concocted with negative emotions swirled around her, distorting the morning light that shone on the officer's face.

Taken from local materials, these orbs were shaped by Sindra with the woke up qi, if bed qi is also a negative emotion, she can easily use these by-products to kill a Noxian warband, because any negative emotions will be infinitely magnified by her.

The officer sensed Sindra's hatred and plunged into him like a knife, and he began to gasp in pain. Then Sindra began to look down at him, and an invisible force radiated from his gaze, and the officer felt the sky fall, and the powerful coercion pressed him to the knees, prostrate on the ground, a mouthful of blood gushing up, and spit into the pit of earth pressed by his face.

Syndra's dark gaze then turned away, sending a wave of fear through the Noxus army as far as the eye could see.

Darius calmly watched as Sindra was threatening their diplomat thousands of kilometers away, with no superfluous expression on his face.

"Are the Noxians all a bunch of rubbish who dare not do it?!"

Sindra let out a roar of rage, but no one dared to respond to her.

Then she waved her hands, like a pianist's starting hand, and the hundreds of hostages and soldiers below her were lifted into the air like marionettes.