The bitter cold wind swept the snow all over the sky, drowning out the faint morning light.

Isda stood in place, even in the crowded crowd, but he still felt extremely lonely in his heart, he looked up at the scenery of the clouds and shadows at this moment, and his expression was slightly dazed.

Returning to the old place, there is no joy to see, but more fear that gradually appears in the depths of the soul.

He still remembered the silent night, when the oracle came down and the Temple of Fortune in the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa was ambitious, eager to acquire a place of faith in order to win the blessing of the goddess of wealth.

Then, the army marched and took the castle of Lanvasur.

A pale color of blood filled his eyes, and Ista's body trembled imperceptibly, and deep memories emerged clearly.

A slender sword.

An elegant female swordsman.

In an astonishing move, he slashed hundreds of heavily armored Knights of Judgment.

Then he showed the beautiful and powerful swordsmanship, slaughtering the legendary charisma belonging to the Temple of Fortune - Howell's crown.

But the calamity of that night was far from over.

The legendary fury stopped abruptly in front of the pure white greatsword like the sun, and then fell one after another.

Even the opportunity to become a prayer was completely empty.

"Lord Priest, those mercenaries ..... just now" A respectful voice came from his ears, it was the clever and determined Judge Knight specially selected by the Temple of Fortune this time, responsible for the safety of the team.

Hearing this, Isda came back to his senses, looked at the figure of the mercenary in the distance and shook his head slowly: "Don't be troublesome, this is not the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa, we can just keep our duty." Then he turned his head to look at the tower, and his deep eyes rippled.

The Valoran Collar ....... Isda's face became more and more gloomy, and a hint of fear appeared in the corners of his eyes, this territory that had risen in just a few years had put too much heavy pressure on all the forces behind the exploration.

"This time it's purely for your own fun, no matter how powerful you are, as long as you exist in the world, you must follow the underlying rules." Isda's hands in the golden robe moved slightly, just in his field of vision, he had already seen the power of many bloodline nobles, and.... The team of the Temple of Strength.

"Break the rules and challenge the bottom line of so many forces, Baron Modrian, what are you trying to do?"

The cold wind blew, and the long dragon-like team became active, and began to enter the city of Irwindale one after another, and the invisible dark tide also surged.

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

Irwindale City, the black courtyard near the prison.

Narrow, claustrophobic streets surround the courtyard, and high eaves reveal Noxian soldiers in sharp armor, guarding the courtyard and following Draven's orders.

In the courtyard room, the polished bronze mirror reflected Draven's slender figure, his bright and bright clothes were worn on his body, a copper ring gathered his long black beard, a carefully treated wolfskin cloak at the shoulders, and gray-white hair that was not stained with mud and dust.

"I can't wait, I belong to the glamorous part of my Delevingne." Dravingne cracked his mouth, a bloody smile on his face.

"Hey, Draven, you have to learn to be patient, to endure the hunger and thirst of your heart. You no longer have the halo of Brother Darius above your head, you are ....."

"Glory to the Executioner."

When he said the name of Darius, a little bit of memory came to his eyes, it was a story from a long time ago, stored in the deepest part of his heart.

At that time, Draven was only an orphan on the streets of Besilik, but his character was already not afraid of heaven and earth. Show-off, he often provokes older street kids and insidious underground gangsters into vicious fights.

Although Draven is gifted and confident in his abilities – perhaps overconfident, he was able to survive his childhood because of his older brother Darius, who was always in front of him.

No matter what kind of battle Draven provokes, in the end Darius will be able to stop everything.

"I will no longer be the little guy behind you, the battlefield is not, life is not, and never will be." Draven looked at himself in the bronze mirror and restrained his smile, as if he had made a cherished promise.

"Tomorrow, I will leave the name of the great Draven."

"'Be the best' will be my daily standard, no matter where I go."

Knock knock! Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, and immediately a Noxian soldier reported: "Lord Draven, Sigrid has come to visit and is waiting for you in the front hall." ”

"I see, I'll be right over." Draven responded, straightening his clothes and leaving the room.

At the entrance of the vestibule of the black courtyard, four Noxian blood-colored cavalrymen stood still, and when they saw Dravin's figure, their eyes were lowered and their swords were saluted.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Sigrid immediately stood up from her seat, her beautiful face respectful, her long lilac hair scattered over her shoulders.

"How's it going to be done with what I've been told?" Draven sat on the throne, looked up at the vampire in front of him, and asked.

The crimson dress swayed on the ground, and Sigrid said softly: "It has been arranged, according to the venue, I will arrange fifty to one hundred emotional stirgers in the front row and the middle row respectively." He glanced at Dravine, who was listening, and continued to speak. Rest assured, my lordship, these people are my loyal subordinates who have been collected by Limontanlu, and there will be no problems. ”

This is the usual practice in the gladiatorial arena, and it is very similar to the specially prepared 'audience' in the TV station.

Generally speaking, ordinary viewers will always control their inner Yuwang in a crowded and strange place, even a bloody battle may not be able to provoke, and at this time, small actions are needed to wake up and open the depressed Yuwang.

"In addition, according to the plan mentioned by the adults, sharp weapons have been placed around the venue." Sigrid stretched out her jade-white arms and lifted her long purple hair, revealing her slightly powdered face.

"Special drinks, I got them from Lord Gugaras, it's just ..... I don't have access to the alchemy lab, and I haven't gotten the potion from Master Singid yet. ”

Draven half-narrowed his eyes, stared indifferently at Sigrid in front of him, and tapped the chair with his left hand: "I will go to the alchemy laboratory in person, you can do your part." ”

"Did the invitation go out?" Seeing Sigrid restrain his small movements, he continued.

"It's sent out, and I will arrange a special person to give it to all adults." Fine cold sweat appeared on her forehead, Sigrid said calmly, there was an inexplicable look in her lowered eyes, she didn't expect that the Lord Draven in front of her who was in charge of the prison system was so well-connected, except for the adults who were not in the territory for the time being, everyone else said that they could come to cheer.

Draven nodded his head, and then said abruptly: "Are you interested in becoming my deputy?" ”