"Well, now you should know, running away won't work. ”

Pulling the axe from the neck of the last Red Riding Hood pirate, Draedne said with a flick of his wrist.

"It's boring, there's no one cheering here......"

"So you want to go back?" ”

A voice came from behind Dravin, and a figure stepped down from the boat with a few Noxian soldiers and clerks, holding a transparent goblet in his hand, in which it contained a touch of red liquid that reflected a cloudy color in the moonlight.

"Of course, the people here don't know how to appreciate my art, and there aren't enough people cheering me on, so there's no point in Draven coming here. ”

Draven didn't know where to take out the mirror and a small comb, and looked at the moonlight to take care of his carefully designed hair.

"You think so too, Vladimir. ”

"Indeed, I am not satisfied with this place either, the blood of the people here is so bloody that it will pollute my pools of blood...... But you see, we're not here to have fun. ”

"Remember what your brother said, Bilgewater is the equivalent of logistics and a springboard for naval warfare to Noxus, and if you can control this place, it will play an important role in both the war in Ionia and the containment of Demacia. ”

As he spoke, as soon as Vladimir raised his hand, the blood of the surrounding pirates floated into the air as if attracted by some force, and finally turned into a ball of blood, floating around Vladimir.

"That is, Bilgewater...... The general is determined to win. ”

As he spoke, with a muffled sound, the blood ball in the air exploded, leaving only a trace of crystal blood, which slowly floated into Vladimir's goblet.

"I ...... I see......"

Looking at his blood-stained throwing axe, Draven took it up and lowered his head.

That's right, as the younger brother of the current Noxian general, Draven is not as good at charging as his brother, on the contrary, he is young and frail and protected by Darius everywhere.

But even so, he forced his way into the Noxian army with his brother, but it is clear that he did not excel as his brother in his military career.

After Darius cut off his predecessor's head and succeeded him as general, he was also sent from the army and became an executioner belonging to the Noxian Judge Advocate General.

For Darius, Delevingne is not jealous, he knows that he does not have the courage of his brother, but he is not willing to live in the shadow of his brother all the time, he just wants to be by his brother's side and be able to help him.

He began to look for a path that suited him.

Gradually, he became obsessed with fancy executions, and he began to add a performative touch to his boring executions, such as letting the condemned escape and then hitting them in the back of the head with a throwing axe himself, so that the audience could appreciate the hope frozen in their faces.

In Noxus, which lacks entertainment, this kind of behavior is gradually known and wildly pursued, and the thin and tall Delevingne has gradually become a household name.

He began to dress himself, wear fancy shoes, grow a beard with personality, and practice strange mantras.

"De~~~~ Levine!"

Eventually, most of Noxus began to know that there was a man named Delevingne who could play all sorts of interesting tricks during executions, and that he could perfectly complete executions with his throwing axe, no matter how difficult it was.

But the geniuses of the world are a few, and Draven is not among them.

How many times he practiced before each stage performance, only he knows.

He also knew that relying on these tricks alone was not enough for him to truly become the core of the Noxus Military Department.

And this time...... Coming to Bilgewater as one of Noxus' envoys was his first step into the military.

"So...... Something went wrong with our informant, what should we do after that?"

Draven asked Vladimir.

Although he is arrogant, Draven knows that he has no brains in this kind of thing, and Darius also explained before leaving.

"Ask Vladimir when something happens. ”

Self-knowledge is Delevingne's greatest strength.

"Don't worry, His Highness Draven......"

Vladimir watched as the soldiers locked the boat on the pier and nodded.

"There's nothing in Bilgewater that money can't buy, and we're well funded, and with a little expense, we'll be able to get those dock rats to open their mouths and tell us who's vying for the dominion of Bilgewater."

After a little bit of Vladimir, it dawned on Draven.

That's right, find those in power, coerce and induce them, and if they don't succeed, install another regime to oppose them.

This is the usual method of Noxus.

It seems that although his brother has lost the old crow, he has learned most of the old crow's tricks.

"Well, we still have plenty of time, maybe Bilgewater is still a pot of porridge right now. ”

As he spoke, Vladimir spoke to the crowd and walked towards the inner harbor.

"I've heard that while most of the taverns in Bilgewater are terrible, there are some fancy clubs...... I can't wait to get a taste of Bilgewater's virgin blood. ”

"Ha, with all due respect, it's hard for you to find a virgin here......"

As they spoke, they walked towards the noisy inner harbor of Bilgewater, leaving only a dried corpse in its place.

At this time, Bill Geewater, the nine-headed ringing snake.

Grilled and smoked fish, ale and women.

The nine-headed serpent was brightly lit, and the pirates and scantily clad warblers were entangled together, and the loud song of the ship almost pierced the sky.

That's right, the number one tavern in Bilgewater—now, of course, because Planck's 'ghost ship' has been completely burned down, and yes, the tall four-story restaurant, burned to the ground by Miss Doom, along with Planck's cronies—that's the news of Planck's first day of death.

Among them, Miss Doom's face was already flushed, but she still took a bottle of ale wine and poured it hard, and the grandeur on her chest made the hearts of the men present excited, but no one dared to say anything disrespectful.

It's not just because Raven on the side is eyeing him, but also because of the respect that these crew members have for their captain.

That's right...... Unlike Planck's policy of terror, Miss Doom's crew members mostly join her out of respect or belief in her.

A bottle of wine was poured down, and Miss Doom tried to touch the pistol on her waist to help the fun, but she was empty.

She turned her head to see Raven holding his gun belt and shook his head at herself.