"It's Noxus, miss, we need to get out of here. ”

The people of Noxus?

In an instant, Freljord's memory resurfaced, and Lux looked at the figure in front of her, and before she could be afraid, a bright light flew towards her again.

"Don't run, Miss Demacia, I know you. ”

Jingle bell, ding bell!

The sound of arrows colliding with throwing axes rang out.

"Get past me first, Joker. ”

Although Quinn is relaxed in his mouth, he still secretly says something bad in his heart.

The seemingly ordinary throwing axe was so powerful that it took two full blows of his crossbow to deviate from its direction.

"Which onion are you that dare to stand in the way of my Uncle Delevingne. ”

Dravin's hands turned into a throwing axe and he said loudly.

He knew that the person in front of him was the eldest lady of the Demacian corona, and yes - his brother had told him what had happened to Freljord.

Svein, the old crow, screwed up what was supposed to be an important opportunity.

One of the reasons lies in this eldest lady.

If you bring it back this time...... Or bring its head back, undoubtedly a push for the German-Norte War.

You know, Darius has been eager to go to war with Demacia.

'Nobody, die!'

As he spoke, the axe in Draven's hand suddenly took off his hand, and the powerful axe flew towards Quinn at a strange angle with the sound of whirring wind.

"Insect carving skills. ”

Quinn took a leap, and the axe flew under her, but before Quinn could land, the axe in Draven's other hand was out of his hand again, and flew towards Quinn.

Although the axe was very strong, the flight speed was not very fast, and Quinn still dodged it with ease.

But it's more than that.

That's right...... Another throwing axe.

But Draven only has two hands.

At this time, Quinn's afterglow found that the axe that had hit the air actually flew into the air in a strange arc, and finally it was actually firmly picked up by Draven in his hand, although it was thrown again.

In this way, the two axes were actually played like acrobatics in Draven's hands.

But Quinn knew it was a deadly acrobatic trick.

If you can't catch it, I'm afraid you'll be cut in half by an axe.

"Come on, come on, I'm not sweating yet, hurry up and run." ”

Draven's arrogant voice came with the sound of the axe flying, and Quinn, who was in a hurry to dodge, could feel that Draven was getting closer.

As a result, the flight distance of the axe is constantly shortening, and his chances of dodging are gradually decreasing.

"Hurry up and die obediently, Draven has more important things to do today. ”

As he spoke, the axe in Draven's hand stopped, and although he was confident in his physical strength, he didn't have enough patience right now, and he was bent on killing this guy and then catching Lux.

He's going to play a trick.

A trick that Quinn will never be able to dodge.

"Then it looks like you're going to put things off...... Goose with a stupid head. ”

Quinn knelt on the ground and said softly.

What the?

Before Draven could react, suddenly, a huge black shadow fell from the sky, a pair of wings obscured Draven's entire vision, and at the same time, a pair of sharp claws grabbed Draven's eyes.

"Damn brute!"

Draven was taken aback, but fortunately he reacted very quickly, and the axe in his hand was in front of him, trying to cut off the bird's claws.

But then, as if trained, the bird turned on the offensive, folded its wings, swooped upwards, and left Draven's side.

It's a feint!

Although Draven had already reacted, the axe in his hand could not be withdrawn.

Brush Lala......

The sound of arrows breaking through the air.

Delevingne barely heard the sound and swung his axe away, but it was too late.

Several short crossbow arrows shot into Draven's shoulder, and with a muffled grunt, one of Draven's throwing axes fell to the ground.

"Huh...... It seems that you don't fight very often. ”

Quinn's figure flashed in the afterglow of Draven, who was quick and threw an axe, but was dodged by Quinn.

At this moment, there was a sound of wings cutting through the air from behind Draven's back, followed by a sharp pain.

The falcon took a piece of meat from where Draven had it.

One person and one eagle, the two are like soldiers on the battlefield, with tacit cooperation and intimacy.

"Vladimir, if you don't make another move, it's too late. ”

At this time, when Draven knew that it was not the time to care for face, he shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, Draven, aren't you going to win right away?"

An unhurried voice came from the corner, and Vladimir shook his goblet and walked out of the way.

"Hold on, you're much better than this female archer. ”

"Damn...... Are you talking about cool things? I'm obviously at a disadvantage right now?"

Draven shouted angrily as he guarded against attacks from both sides.

And Vladimir, on the other hand, is still a breezy look.

"No...... You actually won a long time ago, when you scratched that guy. ”

Thump!

Just when Draeven was puzzled, suddenly, Quinn, who was constantly running, seemed to be suddenly drained of his strength, his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground.

"What's going on? ”

Draven did not dare to step forward, for fear of fraud, but Vladimir walked up unhurriedly.

"See, humans are very vulnerable, and if you lose too much blood and exercise too much, you will faint due to insufficient oxygen supply. ”

Call...... Call......

Quinn gasped violently, trying to control his legs, but was defeated by a feeling of powerlessness.

Excessive blood loss?

How could it be.

There is only a small opening in his shoulder.

As he spoke, Quinn struggled to lift his hand and touch it towards his shoulder.

A piece of wetness.

His own clothes were even soaked with blood.

How can it be?

At this moment, through the moonlight, Quinn faintly saw a glimmer of light, which was connecting from his shoulder to the wine glass in front of Vladimir.

Could it be said?

"Huh...... Looks like you've found out, but it's too late......"

Vladimir raised his glass, as if to salute someone.

A stream of red liquid was slowly flowing from Quinn's shoulder into the goblet, almost filling the goblet.

"My power is to control your blood...... That's right, if you have the slightest opportunity, your blood will involuntarily run into my glass...... That's right, it's like food delivered to your door. ”

Vladimir took a sip of the blood from the goblet, and his elegant gesture was as if he were tasting a bottle of aging wine.

"Delicious...... A woman's blood, with a sweet taste, I want to keep you, after all, it is not easy to find such blood in Bilgewater, but alas, I will not make the mistake of Svein...... Delevingne, the credit is yours. ”

"Thank you very much, the execution is what I am best at. ”

With that, Draven picked up the axe from the ground and aimed it at Quinn, who was struggling to get up.

"Goodbye...... Demacians. ”