Hearing that the mage was not dead, Oglovisa remembered the tragic death of the Silver Wing, and his anger surged, no longer caring whether Jano was a mage or not, and walked directly towards the unconscious Brand.

Seeing his friend's attitude, Quinn guessed what was going to happen next, and stretched out his arm for Warlot to land, two steps behind him to catch up with Ogwesa.

Jeno took the initiative to get out of the way and let the Silver Knight walk to Brand's side, now renamed Keegan Noho.

She leaned down and grabbed one of his arms and flipped him over, face up.

It was a young man, with his temples shaved, the hair on his head tied in a small braid at the back of his head, a typical northern face, a high bridge and a small nostril, and the left half of his face was badly rotted in order to adapt to the cold air of the ice field, and a large burnt scar was entrenched on it.

Ogvesa scrutinized the enemy's face, but on the sidelines, Quinn kept looking at his expression.

"Do you know him? You look like you know him. Quinn spoke, the first half of her sentence was interrogative, and the second half of her sentence became affirmative.

It was the calmness on Jeno's face that made her tone change - only if she knew it in advance, she would have no idea how hideous a scarred face would be.

Of course, it could also be that Jeno did a good job of managing his expressions, but he looked young and shouldn't have such skills.

Of course, of course, it is also possible that Genor is a war stonemason of Noxus, and they can easily achieve this level of expression control. But if it was a war stonemason, it would not normally be so high-profile involved.

Ignoring Quinn's inner drama, in fact, Jeno was just negligent for a while, and if he had to pay attention to such subtle details, the communication would be too tiring.

"Yes, I know him. His name was Keegan Noho, a native of Freljord, and I knew him because his teacher was famous in our industry, and he was also famous for his betrayal of his teacher. ”

Jeno lied and convinced Quinn and Ogwisa that there was a Witcher in the world.

In fact, there are only a few demons in this world, and the only human who can be called a demon hunter is Vayne the Night Hunter, but Vayne has not actually defeated demons, but Galen's ancestor Foss Ian once defeated the Eternal Nightmare Demon once with the great sword of justice, but he finally fell off the cliff with the demon and died.

The rest of the professions that are close to witchers are only some high-end bounty hunters who can deal with supernatural events, and the Light Sentinel Organization. Sarah, who has two guns for the relics, is the perfect person to combine the characteristics of both, but what kind of witcher does she have a big Bilgewater to manage?

If you fail, go back and inherit tens of millions of family properties? It's funny enough.

Furthermore, the Demon Seekers and Demon Hunters of Demacia sound like only one word, but their duties are very different, and it is their duty to search for and arrest the people who hide their magical talents.

"Freljords? All barbarians are the same! Whether it's magic or not, burning, killing and looting is a certainty! Ognessa clenched her fists tightly, and Jeno had no doubt that she could end Keegan's life with her fists, but she didn't do it immediately, she kept looking at Keegan, as if she wanted to engrave this hateful face in hatred forever.

"He's stronger than any mage I've ever seen." Quinn echoed affirmatively, and comforted his friend: "We can't beat him, we can't do it, let's mourn." ”

"Have you seen many mages?" Jeno was curious.

"I've often left Demacia for duty, and I've met some mages outside of my country, but compared to this brute." Quinn shook his head: "I'm ashamed of them when they say it." ”

"What happened to him was tragic, and grief is powerful."

"How miserable? Silver Wing, which I grew up with, was killed right in front of me! Killed! I poured all my dreams and time into the wilderness to be far away from the good living conditions in the city......"

Ogwesa suddenly turned hysterically and yelled at Jano for saying something unpalatable that made her angry with him.

Looking at each other, her voice gradually weakened, and tears flowed out in the next moment of silence.

"Oh no, Ogwisa, don't do that." She hid her face and wept, grief defeated strength, and Quinn took her friend into her arms, not letting her tears wet her clothes.

Seeing her loveless appearance, Jeno decided to hit her hard and let her know that there are people outside the world, and there is no end to misery.

"He was born in the bitter winter of a frail witch doctor, a sinister seed left behind by the brains of robber sperms. Because of their unscrupulous father, the mother and son were ostracized by the village and could only live in a cave with no clothes.

His mother raised him on her own, but she was unable to hunt and had to rely on pharmacology to earn a living on the edge of the village.

Growing up, he was abused and treated unequally, and his weak mother would only go along and excuse those who bullied him. His mother's weakness made him feel that life was boring.

Later, he fell in love with a girl, like a warm ray of sunshine shining into his cold winter, bringing him some hope. He liked it for many years, but in the end the girl's father arranged a better partner for her, and the girl did not refuse. That night, Keegan was heartbroken.

In a never-ending winter, his mother froze to death in a cave. Keegan buried her alone, thinking that the villagers who had been treated by his mother would come to mourn, but no one came. By the end of the funeral, the girl she liked had become a wife, and she was late with her husband and children.

The husband seems to have been forcibly pulled over by his wife, who did not know that the deceased was the greatest, and collided with Keegan at the mouth of the cave and spat into the ashes. In addition, a family of three also came to convey the message of the village chief - the doctor died, her son did not know how to heal, and had no effect on the village, so he was quickly asked to leave the village, and he was not even allowed to treat the edge of the village.

To put it bluntly - mongrel, your mother is dead, you can get out.

It just so happened that it was a once-in-a-century harsh winter, and if you left the village, you would definitely die.

In order not to make it difficult for the beloved woman, Keegan agreed to her and prepared to leave the next day.

That night, he sneaked into the village, put a knife on the old chief's neck, poured out years of bitterness, and finally burned the village chief to death, leaving the scar on his face at that time.

The next day, before leaving, he took one last look at the village where he had lived, only to find that the fire had spread to the entire village and the girl had died in the fire.

The pleasure of revenge he had expected turned into bitter ashes in his mouth.

Kegan left the village without looking back, the houses were destroyed, and those who survived the fire did not survive the winter. ”