The dense stratus clouds obscured the cold moon, and tonight's Miyin City was dim, except for the torches at the head of the city, which danced tenaciously in the cold wind, and could be extinguished at any moment.

Taking advantage of the nightfall, Silas led the banished mages and the raiders of Winterclaw to the north of the Silver City, and at the end of the embankment was the North Gate.

The Demacians did not seem to realize that the crisis was imminent, and the guards of the night vigil at the head of the city shrank their heads and hid in the battlements, using the walls to hide from the biting cold wind of the night.

Now, the only thing that can stop the invaders is the ironwood gates that are twisted and erected by iron chains.

"Open the gates." Flena the Scarmother called Silas in a commanding tone, then grabbed the reins. The unkempt mane of the beast snorted in protest, and a cloud of heat turned into mist.

The rest of the riders were ready, their polished weapons rubbing against their saddles.

Brokval, with his broadsword on his back, stayed by Solva's side, keeping the frost nun safe at all times, but Solva, who was full of several weapons, was not a vegetarian, and she could easily smash the skulls of her enemies with her cane. In Winter's Claw, as long as a person learns to walk, he must never leave his sword. In addition to her more arcane staff, she also carries three knives with her.

The mages brought by Silas gathered at the back of the group, whispering to each other.

Without Solva's translation, Silas understood the command.

"Don't worry, here it is." He replied nonchalantly, reaching out and patting a young man beside him on the shoulder, borrowing the magic from his body.

Silas, who had obtained the magic, did not appear to have changed much on the outside, but his scribbled eyebrows suddenly rose with great confidence.

He strode straight across the embankment to the gate, and then his flesh glowed with silver light, and passed through the gate like a ball of light, as if the huge gate in front of him was only an illusionary obstacle.

After a while, Silas found the switch to the city gate, and the sound of the iron cable transmission was heard, and the huge city gate was slowly lowered, and the passage into the city was opening to the raiders!

"Who's opening the gates?"

The sound of the gates opening reached the city, and the disturbed guards hurried to their feet and spoke to their companions, who had taken shelter from the wind.

"You guys go downstairs to check if the switch is applauding, I'm looking, I'm going to see what's going on outside the city gate?"

The guard held his silver helmet and poked his head out of the battlements to check the situation—only to see the sword-shaped blue fluorescence on the embankment not far away, faintly reflecting the bustling silhouette of the crowd. But the light wasn't bright enough, he just knew there were people.

"Who's there?"

The guards roared, but no one answered.

Suspicious, he threw his torch off the wall, and the light of the torch illuminated the heavily armed raiders, who were instantly pale with their savage outfits and massive boar mounts.

"My Giant God Peak! How could there be a northern barbarian outside the Secret Silver City?! ”

The sound of the chains twisting still reached the guard's ears, and he scolded badly.

"Enemy attack! The barbarians are coming in! The guards quickly ran into the towers of the city to ring the alarm bells, but it was too late, and the loud sound of the gates slamming down was like a drum of war, beating on his frightened heart, and he almost fainted with excitement.

The gates opened, and Freina brandished her spear and roared, and rushed into the city with her massive Givask.

Her face was covered with old scars, her right eye was cloudy, only another eye stared at the rich city, and there were already a few strands of white in her black hair—all her flesh wounds were the marks of this world. Within the Winterclaw Clan, scars are proof of survival, a source of pride and reverence.

Behind her, the Ice Vein warriors who followed them rolled and rushed with smoke and dust all the way. Givask's heavy iron hooves trampled on the embankment of the Silver City, and the roar of the beast overshadowed the raging waterfall beneath the embankment.

On the city walls, the frightened guards frantically rang the alarm bells, and the bells echoed throughout the Secret Silver City, waking people from their sleep.

Beneath the walls, Silas stood in the gaping gates, his hands raised in chains to welcome the incoming Winterclaw Raiders.

"Come, here are fat cattle everywhere, and the streets are full of gold and silver. Let's rob and empty all the property of those noble lords! Let them drink the northwest wind and go! ”

As the words fell, the ecstatic Ice Warriors passed by him with their eyes shining brightly, and they rushed into the city and began to plunder in all directions.

The purpose of the raiders was clear: to plunder everything of value - food, firewood, weapons and coins...... Take them all.

As for human life, Winterclaw never held prisoners, after all, a living person is a mouth, and there was not so much food for prisoners to eat in the ice field. If they could be tamed or subjugated to become obedient slaves, they would occasionally enslave the survivors

Freina knew that it would be impractical for a single regiment to clean up Demacia's second largest city, and that the men of Vault City would be able to cut off the heads of the Raiders just by lining up.

Therefore, they have long made clear the goal of plundering, as for those who resist, those who get in the way will be killed, and those who are not defeated will run, and they will fight quickly and quickly, and they will never be entangled.

When most of the Ice Warriors had poured into the city, Silas stopped Solva behind the group.

As he expected, when Solva took the reins, the pious Brockvar took Guevaque in his arms, twisting his mount's bulky head back to the shaman's side.

"What's the matter with you, Gentle?" Shaman Solva looked at Silas suspiciously, not knowing what he had done.

"Don't try to escape, stranger, you must fight alongside us and prove your worth to Scar's mother." Brockwal sat on his mount and condescendingly warned Silas that in the face of his tall and muscular stature, Silas, who was already tall among the Southerners, could only be called a small man at best.

Superstitious, he was very fond of shamans, and Solva preached to the outside world that Silas was the one who brought the oracle of the Three Sisters, so the main force of the raiding group did not join the battle at the first time, but followed Solva at the city gate to see what Silas wanted to do.

"Hehe, Nizi, big man, just let them grab things. Come with me, you two, we have a bigger goal to conquer! That guy is full of babies! ”

"There's not such a thing in the pre-planned plan!" Solva didn't hear why, and scolded Silas in an angry tone, but Silas had already gone first.

Remembering that her mission was to complete the oracle brought by Silas, she exchanged words with Bruckval, and impatiently followed Guevask.