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Chapter355 The Soul of Noxus(2/2)

Many clever Freljordians began to move closer to the siege tower where the Iceborn Warlock was located. The Iceborn Warlock asked the trolls to block the tower as a wall, and used frost magic to completely freeze the entire tower.

Watching helplessly as the people before him ran into the tower, the tower that had not been completely sealed was frozen by the ice wall in the next second. The desperate Freljord warrior looked up at the increasingly brighter fireball.

Hundreds of clouds of flames fell from the sky and hit the earth. Within a radius of five miles, there were fireballs representing destruction and violence. Wails, screams, and whimpering came one after another, and the smell of barbecue accompanied by the fragrance of butter poured in.

In his mind, a ball of flames fell straight down from the sky, and his hair began to burn, exuding the stench of burning protein.

"Female Yelena..."

After all, the Freljord warrior who turned into a human-shaped fireball failed to express the reverence in his heart and became a charred black thing.

The fire ball continued to hit the frozen siege truck, but in the end it failed to break the ice magic of the iceborn warlock.

The scope of the meteor shower was blocked outside the fortress wall by Black Rose's mage. In the midst of the flames, the Noxians got a precious chance to breathe.

Finally, under the orders of General Vakul, the leader of the battle group, the Noxian soldiers on the inner curtain wall replaced the soldiers on the outermost curtain wall who suffered heavy casualties, giving the surviving soldiers a little hope of survival.

Many newly arrived soldiers saw the one-armed general with his back turned to them, with his long curled sword on the ground facing the meteor shower, and they also heard the general's hoarse and powerful voice.

"Noxus...never back down..."

Reverent eyes were focused on the standing body. In the eyes of many Noxian soldiers, the one-armed general at this moment was more worthy of respect than the Black Rose Mage who saved the war.

"Lord Philros, we can go take a rest."

A soldier whispered to Philros, but Philros was indifferent and just stood quietly on the city wall, looking at the forbidden magic that was beginning to shrink.

"Lord Philros?"

Finally, some soldiers mustered up the courage to come to the one-armed general. What they saw was a body riddled with holes and an angry face. Philros's breastplate had long been shattered, and a small beast was stuck in the crack.

Bone dagger, stains of blood oozing out from the heart. There is no doubt that the Freljordian's bone knife was the fatal wound that took away Philros' life.

Facing the shining shower of meteors and fire, Philros, who was covered in stench, still had his remaining arms strong. His palm full of scars pressed on the long knife, and the bearded general looked at the countless Buddhas who had turned into charcoal under the city wall with disdain.

The Raeljordians.

"What happened to Lord Philros?"

The soldiers with vague vision stopped other people who wanted to get closer to Philros.

"Although the general is asleep, he is still guarding Noxus."

After a pause and looking at his comrades with red eyes around him, the soldier gritted his teeth and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Let the general rest in peace, everyone! Tears are the cheapest thing in Noxus. We will help the general complete the remaining glorious road of Noxus!"

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I don’t even read it. Everyone really wants to read 2 million words before they are willing to join the trap. The author can’t stand it anymore.

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