To the north of Silver, Silas emerged from the bushes and walked to the edge of a hidden canyon rift.

If the sun doesn't rise to its highest point to illuminate it, the depths of the canyon will always be pitch black, and no one will be able to see that this is the secret camp of the Vault Dwellers.

Silas walked around the stone tower at the canyon crack to the shack where he had taken refuge.

There, his scouts were waiting for his return.

"Chief, you're back?!" Seeing the kind Silas, the scout was very excited to stand up to welcome him, but when he realized that there was no one behind Silas, a deep sense of unease immediately welled up in his heart: "Wait! What about the cronies who went with you to Freljord? ”

"I'm sorry, but the ice environment is far worse than we imagined, and I thought the biggest threat would be the barbarians from Freljord, but before I could see any living souls, they were all devoured by the ice. It was so hard, I was the only one who made it to the end......"

Silas replied in a low voice, that time in the snow was really unbearable, from full of ambition to survive, too much death and cold robbed them of their fighting spirit.

If sheer willpower and the desire to see the fall of the monarchs and nobles of Demacia sustain him, even he himself would have perished in the Icefield.

The outlaws in the camp all gathered around, listening to Silas's conversation with the scouts, and were devastated to learn of the death of their former companions.

No one could have imagined that the parting of two or three months would turn into a parting of life and death. They also knew that the environment in Freljord was very dangerous, and that there might be people who would not be able to come back, but they didn't expect that only one person would come back in the end.

"You said that there is a powerful elemental magic in the north that is said in ancient legends, so they will follow you to the ice field, but now that they have all died, and you have come back empty-handed, how can you be worthy of their sacrifice......

A widow wept and came forward to claim Silas. There was no shortage of people in the camp who had no magical talents, and most of them were relatives or friends of the Taysters, who were united by strong ties against the leadership.

These people were not useless, but were very important to the daily maintenance of the camp, and it was these people who could be investigated by the Demon Hunters who provided the camp with warm clothing and a full stomach.

"No, I brought that magic back, but ......" Silas was not thrilled in the face of the request, but replied with some hesitation.

There is no strict hierarchy in the camp, so everyone can question it, no one judges right and wrong, everyone agrees that Silas is the leader, but he has the most brains, the most methods, and the most efforts.

"Just what?"

"It's just that the magic flows in the blood of the barbarians."

"So you killed those northern barbarians, and then brought back their blood?" Curious, the crowd began to look for traces of bottles and jars on Silas's body, or anything that could be used to hold the solution.

However, it was empty.

"Don't be stupid, that powerful ice magic is stored in the barbarians' bodies, and can only be used by them, if I forcibly borrow it, I will freeze to death." It took a hard time to explain to the magical idiots, which made Silas angry.

"And how do you bring their magic back?" People ask.

"That's what I'm going to say, so I brought those brutes back, and they're in the bushes just outside."

As soon as Silas changed his words, the entire camp was in an uproar.

"Oh my God! The Giant God Peak is above, how do you guide the enemy to Demacia! ”

"Silas, do you know what you're doing! You traitor! Arms out! ”

"I know, I know it all!" The scolding was harsh, and Silas wanted to explain something, but the outcry had drowned him out, and some had even picked up stones and thrown them at him, and even shimmered with their fingers, ready to attack him with magic.

It was more than he expected.

Silas immediately grabbed a recruit named Hap and borrowed shady magic from him.

Black smoke billowed from his forbidden stone shackles, and a black cloud rolled out of his fingertips, gathering over the protesters' heads, squeezing the air out of their heads.

Almost at the same moment, they all began to cough laboriously from suffocation, and Silas didn't want to kill, but waited until they lost the strength to protest before pulling the black cloud over their heads.

"Can you be quiet now?"

Silas snorted coldly, and no one dared to refute it.

"Listen, since the failure of the uprising, we've been forced into this situation by the Demon Seekers. Now, our own strength is not enough to defeat the Secret Silver City, and only with the help of the Ice Veins of Freljord can we achieve our plan. I learned that there is a powerful force in Miyin City, strong enough to take us back to Xiongdu and regain our strength! As long as I have control of it, I will be the first to crush all these wild boar riders scurrying around the city, and then take everyone to Xiongdu with enough materials to defeat those stupid aristocratic pigs and their lackeys! Do you all understand? ”

After hearing Silas's words, the faces of the people who were already breathing were even redder because of their excitement. No one thought that Silas would actually play this game, borrow a knife to kill people and then cross the river and tear down the bridge, if the plan went well, it would be the best time for them to fight back in desperation.

At Silas's instigation, they noisily walked out of the Vault Dweller's camp with daggers and sticks, heading to the bushes to join Winterclaw.

But not everyone can be optimistic—if Silas doesn't have that power, who is going to stop the Freljords?

Most of them could not tolerate their homeland being burned and looted by a group of Gentiles, and they joined the war as accomplices.

Hap, who had just been borrowed magic from Silas, asked himself if it was difficult to cross this psychological hurdle.

He wasn't oppressed as Silas had since he was a child, he still had feelings for the people of the country, he had been warmly treated by them, and he couldn't fully agree with Silas's approach.

So instead of following Silas, he made a different choice.

The mages need supplies and strength to make a comeback, so he won't stop Silas from storming the Silver City. All he had to do was make sure that if Silas's plan failed, someone would be able to step up and protect the inhabitants of Pyrinth under the sword of the Barbarian Raiders.

He happened to know someone who lived in the jungle south of the Silver City, and if he had time to inform her, she would be able to come out and clean up the Freljords at the end of the battle.

As for whether or not she will attack Silas, Recruit Hap thinks not, as she has said that she does not harm Demacians, and Silas is a Demacian.

ps: 798 is blocked, reissue a chapter......