This ruthless and bloody scene is spreading beyond the Lenwall Mountains with Fort Dig as it spreads out, and the red blood is gradually staining the muddy land.

In the bleak and gloomy environment, bleak figures silently shuttled through the oak forest, leaping over the mountains and hills, chasing after the fragile enemy.

No one can escape the shadows, and the silent killing reaps the despair of life.

At the top of the canopy, he stood alone, let the wind roar, but he stood still like a rock, his plain eyes reflected the scene of killing, and the shadows lingered.

"Leader, the peepers have been cleared!"

A gray shadow slowly rose behind him, and an indifferent voice came out of it, reporting the news ahead.

He looked silently at the gray shadow, his eyes glowing with memories, and he remembered the chattering fellow who was always behind him.

If he represents the present of the Shadow Stream, then that guy represents the future of the Shadow Stream.

During the Noxian Empire's invasion of Ionia, shortly after the massacre on the banks of the Yipo River ended, he clearly remembered that on the side of the river, he met Cain, who was a Noxian child soldier at the time.

The thin, short, Kaiin wields a sharp-looking agricultural scythe, and this is the cruel fate of the Noxians, who have to accept orders to become a soldier even as children.

However, Zai saw a weapon to be bladed in the boy's body, and for some reason, Zai took him as a disciple.

Later, in this young believer, he saw a pure goal drive comparable to himself, and saw the future of the shadow stream.

"We will meet at last, looking forward to the moment when the blades of the Shadow Stream will be stained with the glory of blood."

Sharp blades slipped out of the cuffs, chopping through falling raindrops, and the shadows obscured the figure, and in an instant, disappeared from the top of the canopy.

"Target, the town of Irwindale, the Shadows will bury their lives."

The shadows were filled, the rain was rolling up, and between the hazy sky, illusory figures could be faintly seen staggering forward.

Here, there will be Noxian Imperial cavalry to pick up the pieces, and those guys who are like cold machines are well suited to deal with this.

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

Whew! Whew! Whew!

Old Jack woke up from a nightmare, sweat the size of a bean covering his forehead and wet his gray hair.

Stretching out his hands to cover his tired face, there was a hint of fear in his cloudy eyes, and in the nightmare just now, Old Jack watched the oak tavern turn to ashes, and his familiar companions lay on the ground, red blood stinging his eyes.

Gently pressing the delicate magic lamp, Old Jack got out of bed in a soft civilian dress and came to the window of the room.

Late at night with a starry sky and a long curtain of rain, there are few pedestrians outside the Oak Tavern, mostly hangover passers-by, just enjoying the perfect nightlife.

Old Jack paused for a moment, fine cold sweat blowing through the cold wind and drying on his forehead, but for some reason, he still felt the fear of the nightmare follow to reality.

There was a knock at the door, and Old Jack turned to see that it was his old buddy John Andy, who seemed to be a little anxious, until he saw that he was safe and sound, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter, John, what's going on?" Old Jack asked.

"It's nothing, just saw the lights in your bedroom suddenly turn on and thought something had happened." Old John said with a smile, his wrinkled face covered with a little warmth.

"Haha, this is our territory, what accidents will happen." Old Jack left the window, sat down in his chair, poured a cup of hot tea, and took a sip of it.

Although Old Jack's expression remained calm, there was always some uneasiness in his heart, and he felt that the previous nightmare might not be untargeted, maybe it was a warning given by fate.

"Is it already arranged? We left the town of Irwindale at dawn, when the city guards were changing shifts and at their worst. Old Jack said as he looked at Old John standing beside him.

"Almost all of them have been informed, and those who can follow us away have been answered, as for .....," said Old John, after a slight pause, then said firmly.

"As for the lack of a reply, I have arranged for manpower to keep those people completely silent."

As soon as the words fell, the rickety old body revealed a trace of terrifying momentum, and his cloudy eyes were full of murderous intent.

Hearing Old John's narration, Old Jack didn't say much, he was too familiar with his old buddy, since they were abandoned in the Stoke Kingdom, this old man's personality was a little extreme, and his style of doing things was also dark.

"Rossetti, I haven't seen the little guy in the last few days, are you ready to break through?" Old Jack opened the topic and talked about Rossetti, a little guy with good cultivation talent.

"The evacuation was too urgent, and some people couldn't be mobilized, so I arranged for Rossetti to help." Old John smiled slightly, and when he talked about Rossetti, his fierce momentum was much more restrained.

"Arrange for him to come back as soon as possible, I always have a bad premonition, I hope I am too worried."

Old Jack got up from his seat, patted the old man on the shoulder, and looked at the night sky outside the window again.

Fate, I am your always believer, may you bring me .......

Bang!

The door slammed open, and a bloodied figure staggered into the room, panting incessantly, and a dry voice came out at the sight of Old Jack and Old John.

"Uncle Jack, Daddy, it's not good, Cooper's side suddenly attacked us, we were defenseless, and we suffered heavy losses."

Rich life energy surged, Old John appeared beside Rossetti, holding the seriously injured Rossetti with both hands, looking at the scars all over his body, his eyes were full of coldness.

"Damn Cooper, why are they raiding us at this time, did someone leak the news?"

"Don't think about it so much, now that they've torn their faces, we can't stay longer, let's leave now." Old Jack on one side said aloud, his old face a little gray, and his premonition seemed to come true.

"But our people aren't ready to ......"

"Shut up, John Andy, haven't you gotten it yet? We have long been exposed in the eyes of Modrian, and even... Even he never took us to heart. ”

Old Jack directly interrupted Old John's words, recalling the group of black cavalry that had once settled in the town of Irwindale, and he finally understood Modrian's intentions.

It turned out that he had been eyeing us for a long time, hehe, he really looked up to us, an elite cavalry hundred-man team.

He glanced at Rossetti, who was covered in blood, and whispered, "Now, see if fate favors us, or we will be completely buried in the town of Irwindale tonight." ”