Killing is irrepressible, and death is inevitable!

Caught in madness, Seon turned into an unstoppable beast and slammed into the flesh millstone, the heart of slaughter in full swing, and the huge double-edged axe rolled up a bloody storm.

Severed limbs, mutilated bodies, and shattered armor embedded in the crimson grasslands, fear crept in, and the soldiers of the aristocratic coalition stared in horror at the war monsters that roamed the battlefield, and no one could stop their progress.

Even the rumored ace legion, the Iron Thorn Cavalry, was crushed in front of this group of war monsters, and the dark green banner symbolizing glory had long been trampled to the ground and filthy.

The scales of victory were completely tilted after the arrival of Sain, and the crumbling weight was holding on to the last bit of persistence, but the fine cracks could not be healed.

"Now, the winner is decided, isn't it? Ignorant! ”

Darius stared at Palitzel in front of him, the black tomahawk in his hand dripping with crystal blood, watering the ruined plains.

"Heh, I admit to underestimating you, but do you think you're really winning?" Palitzel looked at Darius warily, the power of the [Giant Bear Power] had been exhausted in the confrontation just now, and he could be regarded as figuring out the strength of Darius, a transcendent professional with an extremely terrifying talent.

"You who have exposed your strength are far from being terrible to hide your strength, next time.... Next time, you will face real death! ”

"Death!?" Darius's tiger-like dark eyes locked onto Palitzel, and an extreme bloodthirsty aura spread out of the corners of his eyes like substance.

"Next time!?"

"I want to get out of the way, delusional!"

The scarlet life energy was like a burning flame wrapped around the blade of the black battle axe, and Darius stepped forward suddenly, and the air exploded instantly, and a brilliant red light crossed the distance of space.

[Crippling Blow]!

The snow-white chopper broke from it, and blood splattered on the blade, and Palitzer lowered his head, a hideous scar appeared on his muscular body, from his chest to his waist and abdomen, the pale bones were clearly visible, and the sharp tip of the broken knife was plunged into the grass under his feet.

"Ahem...... How could I die here, no! Palitzel could no longer suppress the wound in his body, and red blood splattered onto his armor from the corner of his mouth.

He sensed the fear of death in the depths of his soul, and just now, under the black tomahawk, a trace of deadly smell filled his nose, making him inexplicably frightened.

[High-level Spell: Favor of the Wind God]!

The pale cyan breeze suddenly appeared on the battlefield, gently dispelling the obstacles of the terrain, like a wind spirit embracing Palitzel, floating and agile, appearing a hundred meters away in an instant.

Palitzel turned his head and glanced deeply at Darius, as if to permanently imprint Darius's figure in his soul, but the hatred in his pupils was undisguised.

He'll be back, for revenge, for the glory of the Jeffrey family!

Want to go? Darius looked at the figure that had left with the wind, and his grim face showed a hideous smile, he would not let go of any enemy in the state of [Blood Fury].

"Cowardly, die!"

Whoa!

The chains were in the air, and the black battle axe was flung out by Darius, crossing the Crimson Plains, and then entangled the caught off guard of Palitzel.

[Ruthless Iron Hand]!

Seeing that his target was locked, Darius kicked his feet to the ground, spider-web-like cracks densely covered under his feet, and the muscles of his arms instantly swelled, like a dragon roaring, and the terrifying power exploded, and the taut and straight chains pulled Palitzel into the air.

Darius's pitch-black eyes bloomed with madness and bloodlust, and the black battle axe was raised high, and the scarlet brilliance covered the entire plain battlefield.

[Noxus Guillotine]!

The blue sky seemed to be torn open with a red opening, reflecting the image of blood and white bones, the black tomahawk flashed, the pale blue breeze dissipated, and everything fell silent.

"What I insist on, what I am loyal to, you can't give, so death is as you wish!"

Darius said in a low voice carrying the black battle axe, and the crimson life energy that swirled around his body slowly dissipated, revealing a burly and tall body.

Boom! Boom!

Behind him, Palitzer's body was perfectly divided, blood and white bones intertwined, sprinkling on the verdant grassland.

The fierce battle finally ended, but the effects began to spread.

The death of Palitzel completely unbalanced the balance of victory, and the presence of Darius and Sain, two imperial heroes, caused the Noxian soldiers to burst out with the iron will of the Jedi to fight back.

On the other hand, the momentum of the rout of the aristocratic coalition could no longer be stopped, and more and more noble soldiers fled the battlefield, including those elite cavalry teams. (Barrett Hussars, Craigie Heavy Cavalry, and Iron Thorn Cavalry)

And Jeffrey and Gregory, of course, knew what they had to do.

They led their Trevali legionnaires and Noxian Scarlet Cavalry to the last of their strength, chasing the fleeing enemy, the demoralized, completely crumbling cavalry.

Beneath the horse's hooves, heavy lances depict bloody hells, and white bones forge the path of glory.

More and more enemies were slaughtered in this rout, and the bloody warriors of the war machine enjoyed the battlefield that had turned into hell, and everywhere they could see mountain-like figures trampling on the enemy's body, and huge axes were wielded, bringing a rain of bones and blood.

Soaring in the sky, the Northern Jackdaws could no longer bear the call of their stomachs, and their green eyes flew down as they devoured the corpses all over the ground, enjoying the long-awaited feast.

.....................

On March 12, 1457, the spring season was halfway over.

A rich emerald spring envelops the northern land of the Stoke Kingdom, and many residents of the villages in the territory are enjoying a rare free time, and the merchants who are in a hurry are going to and from different towns, and the smiles of the rich harvest tell of the harvest.

Compared with these ordinary and ignorant ordinary people, every bustling city, a magnificent carriage shuttles between different buildings and estates, and the oppressive atmosphere spreads in the circle of gentlemen and nobles.

With the end of the war outside the town of Irwindale, the name of Darius, Hand of Noxus, is sung in the mouths of most of the Northland nobles, and there is no shortage of fear and excitement among them.

The fear is that the forces that have secretly extended their greedy hand to the iron ore veins in the Levor Mountains are excited by the small nobles who think that the sky in the north of the kingdom may need to change color, and their opportunity for speculation is coming.

Especially the unknown achievements exposed in the aristocratic circle made the information of Darius appear in the hands of every top nobleman.