The drizzle became heavier and heavier, like beads falling down, heavy, animalistic, weaving into bundles of gray-brown and dark cyan lines, pouring down, scattering countless light drops of water, completely obscuring the road.

The delicate aristocratic carriage passed quietly from the rain curtain, and met Modrian's eyes, and the aristocratic coat of arms on the side of the carriage was also in full view, and he turned his head to look at Horace on his side and spoke softly.

"Let's get started, starting with the hated betrayer and kicking off the glamorous stage!"

Horace nodded slightly, and a flame called hatred burned in the pupils under the black visor, scorching his body and burning his soul.

Modrian turned his head to look at the silent Tryphali legionnaires behind him, the blood in his heart dispelled the cold aura of the rain curtain, the gray and white on his waist, the blades on both sides shredded the raindrops, and the blood groove that meandered to the handle flowed with cold rain.

He is ready to take action personally, ready to take down the Cecil family's convoy with one blow, and fight quickly, so as not to give other forces who have noticed this area a chance, in case of accidents.

The horse's belly was slammed between his legs, and the sound of the horse's hooves roared like thunder, rushing out of this ambush place specially prepared for them by the Dale family, and the royal guards would also stay away from this area at this moment.

The drizzle turned into a torrential rain, and then it suddenly erupted and poured down, and the gloomy sky seemed to shout and cheer for the coming slaughter.

Sonorous!

The long sword was drawn from his waist, and Beximo looked around with a cold expression at the family cavalry approaching, the purple armor against the dim starlight, and a faint mark of the magic pattern was faintly visible.

This is the elite cavalry carefully cultivated by the Cecil family, which has spent countless efforts and energy, and invited some teachers and retired knight officers from the Royal Capital Knight Academy to train for many years.

There are not many people, less than thirty people, but their strength has all reached the realm of extraordinary knights, coupled with the cooperation of great quality, Beximo has reason to believe that although this cavalry team is not comparable to some ace cavalry, it is enough to dominate one side.

As the rain poured down, the surging life energy was like a night light, and Becimo glanced at the trembling streets in the distance, then turned to the carriage and nodded slightly.

Immediately, he held aloft the magic weapon he had worn for many years, a long sword with an icy aura, frozen through the falling rain.

"Cecil family, bloody battle!"

The sound of horses' hooves was everywhere, trampling the falling rain, marching towards the night, and the sharp weapons with cold light tore open the rain curtain, and the figures and horses that followed smashed into the silent streets.

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Gray-black clouds buried the sky, and the bright starlight kept dimming, and finally the light disappeared completely, only the dull thunder flashed through the sky, and the rays of lightning dotted the inky rainy night.

And in this quiet street, the sudden sound of horses' hooves and the thunder flashing in the sky are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish, but the cold breath is getting colder and colder, it is cold rain, it is a sharp weapon, and it is a rolling breath.

Besimor was silent, and the surging life energy was active all over his body, and the materialized brilliance spread to the long sword, contrasting with the magic pattern on the sword's body.

As the distance approached, he vaguely saw the figures of the night raiders, some familiar armor, and galloping red war horses, as if he had seen them there.

Without waiting to think about it, a touch of extreme scarlet brilliance shone on the heavens and the earth, reflecting the pitch-black armored cavalry, with three dents printed on the breastplate, a strange sign.

Before the terrifying voice of the "Knight's ........" came out, the next moment it was drowned by a blood-colored wave.

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The fine rain curtain could not hide Modrian's vision, staring at the cavalry of the Cecil family galloping on horseback, and when the distance was sufficient, the gray wind in his hand swept away, blowing away the falling rain.

"Noxus, kill!"

The scarlet life energy suddenly burned like a raging fire, and together with the Trefalli legionaries behind him, in an instant, bursts of life energy surged and gathered, connecting into groups, turning into a crimson blade, straight through the rain curtain, to meet the cavalry who were charging towards him.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The dull sound sounded like rain hitting plantains, and Modrian's clenched the gray and white, simple and heavy cavalry directly pierced through the enemy's foremost commander, and countless blood on both sides of the blade would be released along the winding blood trough, dyeing the drizzle falling red.

Great knight, very good strength, it's a pity!

Modrian felt a hint of obstruction at the gray touch, and it quickly dissipated, the blood-stained blade piercing through the armor and revealing through his back, bringing up crimson flesh.

The horse galloped, and Modrian's wrist shook slightly, shaking off the enemy who was still breathing on the gray and white, and continued to lead the Trefali legionmen to charge forward, and the flowers of killing bloomed from time to time.

It was a slaughter, a single charge, and the extraordinary knights carefully cultivated by the Cecil family were almost routed, and the few remaining knights were holding on to the reins and standing blankly under the rain curtain, as if they could not believe what was in front of them.

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!

The shadows twisted and flickered in the night, carrying a few soaring heads, and the sprayed blood mixed with the dripping rain flowed through the streets, like a blood-colored stream condensing, and the smell of fish was permeated.

The sound of the horse's hooves stopped, and Modrian waved his gray and white color, shook off a little bit of blood, looked back at the end of the battlefield, and continued to ride the war horse forward, to the delicate and gorgeous carriage, the groom driving had long since died, and the figure of the robbery sat at the curtain of the door, silently waiting for his arrival.

Click!

Modrian dismounted, nodded slightly at the robbery, and then lifted the curtain of the door embroidered with the coat of arms of the nobility, and the dark purple bird splattered with blood seemed to tremble, unblewed by the wind and rain.

Amazing!

This was Modrian's first feeling, the soft magic lights were sprinkled, a bright red dress spread all over the carriage, long lilac hair, white collarbones, and that pink and lazy face.

It's just that the laziness at this moment is mixed with a trace of deeply hidden fear, Sigrid already understood the horror of the other party when the extreme scarlet light shone, and wanted to escape from here, but unfortunately the breath outside the carriage made her dare not move, and the deadly danger flashed in the depths of her soul.

"Count Sigrid? Nice to see you! Modrian lifted his visor and sat unceremoniously beside Sigrid, and it must be said that the charm of the stunning young woman in front of him was the most noticeable of all the people he had ever seen, except for Storm Fury Jana.

"Introduce myself, I'm Modrian, from Valoran, the northern part of the kingdom."

Sigrid calmed her inner turmoil, her slender white fingers gathered the long lilac hair that had fallen, and her black pupils were filled with a bewildering mist, like a delicate flower, extremely bright.

"Good night, Baron Modrian, I still want to visit you after this noble council, but I don't want to meet here."

Between life and death, everyone has their own way of survival, as for whether it is shameful or not, whether there is dignity or not, it is not as important as survival.