The night is full of stars.

The cool breeze blows, bringing a little fishy smell.

Lifting the curtain of the tent, Modrian happened to meet the oncoming Cooper, the cavalry captain's face was a little panicked, obviously he had discovered something.

"Master Modrian!"

Captain Cooper saluted Modrian, his surprised gaze flashed over Darius, and his right hand couldn't help but clench the spear in his hand, as if only the cold touch could bring a sense of security.

"What happened? Captain Cooper. "Modrian already knows the truth, but it's better to pretend to ask than to explain it clearly.

"The vigilant cavalry did not change the guard on time, and the smell of blood wafted from the northwest, and there may have been an accident." Cooper looked down and explained.

"I've got everybody up and ready for battle."

"Trouble Captain Cooper then, I hope I can get through this night safely." Modrian glanced at Cooper meaningfully and nodded.

"Don't worry, Master Modrian!"

The command of the cavalry was still in Cooper's hands, and he immediately turned away and began to arrange the young cavalry.

In the dim starlit night, the whistling of the cavalry and the neighing of the horses continued, and they clenched their spears in their hands to form a common charging formation, and waited for them on the mound where they were encamped.

A slight tremor came from the ground, and the fine mud and dust shook in the air, and to Modrian's surprise, the team that attacked and killed at night turned out to be cavalry, was this to prevent him from escaping?

Cracking sound!

In the silence of the night, the sound of the campfire burning gently echoed, and through the sprinkled starlight, it was faintly visible = a large number of enemy figures galloped from a distance, and then stopped not far from the mound, looking at each other in the air.

The number of cavalry that came from the night attack was about fifty people, dressed in armor as black as ink, standing like a sculpture, without making any sound, the sharp spears were slightly raised, and the cold cyan light reflected the starlight.

At this time in the camp, Cooper looked at the cavalry team under the hill, his face became more and more heavy, as a veteran of the battlefield, he could see that this was a very elite team.

Click! Click! Click!

One of the leading cavalry of the night raid rode alone to lead the camp, in the dim light of the fire, the dark purple delicate chain mail reflected the faint moonlight, the sharp sword hung from his waist, and the broad right hand lifted the face armor, revealing a humble middle-aged man's face.

"Very good, worthy of the Scarlet Cavalry of Lord Viscount Brooke, it's a pity!" The middle-aged man glanced at the already assembled cavalry team on the hill, and his tone was full of pity.

"Master Modrian, good night!" The middle-aged man looked at Modrian condescendingly and said with a playful smile. "I'll wait for the order to come and take your head, I don't think you mind!"

The breeze was blowing, and the already cold autumn nights were even colder.

A dreary atmosphere permeated the hills, and the urge to kill was irrepressible.

Modrian stretched out his hand to stop Darius beside him, it was really bad to be scorned, but before killing, you always know where the enemy is coming from, and you can settle the revenge later.

"The Jeffrey family?"

"It seems that Master Modrian is not as mediocre as the rumors say." The middle-aged man glanced at Modrian in surprise.

"Ferdinand Geoffrey, centurion of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion, Knight of Glory of the Geoffrey Family!"

The Jeffrey family, one of the four dukes of the Stoke Kingdom, known as the Grand Dukes of the North, has an ace legion, the Iron Thorn Legion, and is a veritable northern ruler of the kingdom.

"Aren't you afraid of causing conflicts between the two sides by openly attacking the Perris family's ranks?" Modrian showed a look of surprise, but still couldn't help but ask, the beginning of cause and effect in the memory fragment.

"Hahahaha, the noble young master in the greenhouse is really so innocent!" Ferdinand couldn't help but laugh. "Master Modrian, the dead don't leak any news!"

"The clock has struck midnight, and I hope you will mention my glorious name in hell!"

Ferdinand said coldly, the desire to kill filled his blushing face, a little demonic, and he drew the blade hanging from his waist and pointed at the cavalry on the hill.

"Iron Thorn, kill!"

The silence of the night was broken by the sound of horses' hooves, the earth trembled, the flames of the bonfire rose with the wind, the dim firelight, the snow-white moonlight, and the cold light of the blades made this dark night instantly turn into a cold and murderous battlefield.

The mountain-thick life energy slowly rose on Ferdinand's body, this is the extraordinary power that belongs to the knights, faintly suppressing the cavalry team opposite.

In the hill camp, Cooper looked around at the plummeting cavalry ranks, and then at the approaching enemy, and shouted loudly and inspiringly: "Scarlet Shield, fight!" ”

"Crimson Shield, fight!"

The young cavalrymen also roared loudly, belonging to their faith, from the glorious soul condensed by the Scarlet Shield Legion during the Ten Years of Great Patriotic War.

An exhilarating roar resounded through the night sky, and the momentum of the young cavalry began to regain momentum, and the suppression of the life energy given by the transcendent knights was ignored by the exuberant spirit.

The sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and the cavalry queue charged down the hill, at this time they only believed in the war horses that stepped down, believed in the cold spear in their hands, and believed in the fearless figure in the front, even if they were facing the existence of a transcendent knight.

Modrian looked at the charging cavalry ahead, half-squinting at what he was thinking, and finally made up his mind that the young cavalrymen were also his nominal followers anyway.

"Do it, Darius."

The Hand of Noxus Darius, the hero of the Noxian Empire that resounded across Valoran, it's time for him to blossom into his legendary glory.

Sonorous!

Like a lion awakened from a deep sleep, Darius carried the pitch-black battle axe in his hand, staring at Ferdinand in front of him, with a bloodthirsty smile on his hard face.

No need to suppress it, no longer need to be restrained, the domineering and unparalleled momentum soared into the sky, and the burly and tall figure seemed to be a king who walked down from the throne of white bones, and in a trance, there was a boundless sea of blood tumbling, suppressing the dim fire around him.

Bending his knees and squatting on the ground, Darius's figure disappeared in an instant, leaving a shallow crater of shattered cracks that spread like cobwebs.

In the next moment, Darius appeared in the night sky above Ferdinand like a god-king, and the black battle axe slashed down, the sharp blade of which seemed to shred the night galaxy.

"Kill!"

Faced with the sudden and deadly danger, the life energy in Ferdinand's body exploded like a flood, and the sword in his hand glowed with deep yellow brilliance, like a mountain collapsing, inherited from the Geoffrey family's knightly secret skills.

Click!

The huge black battle axe slashed at the blade of the sword, and then cleaved the dark blue ice shield that suddenly appeared, even if the purple chain mail lit up with a little light, it was useless.

Desperate Ferdinand, along with the galloping chainmail warhorse, all obstacles were split in half by Darius, spurting blood staining the night red, and splattering entrails dotted with dim fire.

Without dodging, Darius was quietly bathed in blood, and since becoming one of the Supreme Three-member councils of the Noxian Empire, he had not experienced the joy of killing for a long time.

The silent heart of killing was beating wildly again, and Darius could clearly feel the blood boiling and burning in his body, and the familiar feeling reminded him of his youthful memories of opening up the territory of the Noxian Empire.

It was only then that Cooper's cavalry could barely get past Darius, and the bravery and fearlessness grew stronger after the battle that ended in an instant, and the young face showed a bloodthirsty and fanatical look.