Even with the window closed, Jeno was woken up by the deafening noise outside the window.

He hadn't slept well for a few days since he arrived in Demacia, and he hadn't had such a bad night's sleep during his adventures in Shadow Isle. When he finally eliminated the nightmare and came to Miyin City to get a good night's sleep, something suddenly happened in this night, which shocked the whole city.

The situation seemed urgent, as Jano had just pushed the door open when he saw Oglvesa wearing armor near the doorway of her room. Although he was wearing intimate and warm underwear, it was still too embarrassing.

But now is not the time to care about that.

"What's that sound?" Jeno asked, pointing out the window.

"The sound of the alarm bell, Miyin City may have been invaded, hurry up and get your weapons!" Ogilvesa Marie put on the arm guards and grabbed the twin dent she had used most easily as a drake rider.

As soon as she walked out of the room, she saw Jeno empty-handed, and then she remembered that Jeno was not in the habit of wearing weapons, so she went back to the room and drew a bright silver sword and threw it to Jeno.

"Who would invade Secret Silver City at such a time?" Jeno took the sword and drew its scabbard, the same sword he had used to cut the wings of the wyvern, its edge reflecting a terrifying chill even on a barely moonlit night.

As he took the sword, Jeno threw the blood jade ring on his index finger out the window. The rhythm turned into a crow in the blind spot of vision, flapping its wings towards the tower, where the alarm bells rang.

"Noxians, I guess." Ogvesa replied decisively, decisively and for granted, as if there was only one enemy in her mind. The barbarians of the north can only fight petty, never become the climate, and do not have enough spy power to infiltrate Demacia.

Here's how she sees it.

"Impossible." Jeno also decisively vetoed it on the spot.

He had just come out of Noxus, and he was making drastic changes there, so how could he have the energy to go so deep into Demacia to launch a surprise attack and provoke a war. At any time, Demacia has just experienced a mage uprising, and the people's hearts are in turmoil, but even if the defense force of the huge and difficult to defend Miyin City is weak, it will take you Noxus half a month to consume it.

"What could that be? Monster siege? Mage Riot? Ogwesa wondered, could it be the attack on Secret Silver City by the Wyverns of the Two-Legged Wyverns?

"No!"

At this moment, Jeno's vision changed for a while, turning into a bloody color—

On one street, a rider drove a huge boar against a wall and rushed into a roadside courtyard, smashing an unsuspecting goat with a flail, and then dragging the goat's carcass onto the boar's back and running away.

In another place, the wild boar's huge fangs pierced the glass window, and the sudden appearance of a fierce pig face frightened the family. The rider broke through the window, searched the house for gold and silver treasures under the frightened gaze of the owner, and finally found that the owner of the house had secretly picked up a dagger and tried to resist, so he slashed him in the chest and abdomen with an axe, disemboweling his belly.

Jeno's face was gloomy: "It's a Freeljord. ”

"No matter who comes, I'm going to let them come and go!" Ogwesha saw the fire in the distance, and her hands clenched angrily into the cold iron.

The two hurried down the attic, the streets were filled with fleeing residents of Secret Silver City and their screams, the air was filled with the smell of blood and war, and Ogvesha passed by the corpses of hacked guards, and the accumulation in her chest rose higher and higher.

Panicked people fled from building to building on the edge of the square, and when they had the opportunity, they entered the house, locked the doors and windows, and tried in vain to find their way.

She followed the screams of the inhabitants to a burning building and found the target she was looking for—a Freljord, a bloodthirsty brute who left the house uncontested and instead of looting, they chased and slaughtered the fleeing inhabitants in the streets.

A ferocious boar cornered a stubborn guard, its huge fangs gleaming cold, and a cold machete rested on the neck of the Demacian.

Unable to tolerate such an outrage, Ogwisa ran and threw her twin with all her might, but was spotted and dodged by the Guevaque rider.

The twin prunes thrust into the crack in the wall, and the brute looked at Ogwisa along the iron, and shouted a war cry in anger, impatiently driving the beast to crash into her armor with its fangs.

Ogvia gave her saber to Jeno, and after losing her only double dentent, she was now unarmed. In the face of the boar rider's charge, she could only lean back against the wall, praying that the brick wall would be strong enough to hold the boar's fangs.

But she underestimated the brutes and their mounts, and one second she dodged away, and the next second, driven by pain, the Guvask boar slammed into the brick wall.

The calcareous fangs, thicker than her arm, slammed into the wall, easily breaking a hole in the brick wall. The fur-clad warrior turned his mount's cumbersome pig's head, and the latter spun around in a half-circle as if nothing had happened, stepping on a cloud of gravel and rushing towards the avalanche again.

Knowing the danger, Ogilvesa clenched her fists and prayed that the magic on her hands would give her a glimmer of hope of turning defeat into victory.

Just then, Jeno burst out of his spur and kicked the rider off his mount with a flying kick. The sword in his hand made a gorgeous trajectory in mid-air, slashing precisely into the weak point under the saddle, and slicing the boar's tough backbone.

Jeno didn't show mercy in that kick, the brute was kicked to death with his jaw shattered, and the huge wild boar also fell to the ground half-paralyzed, screaming like a pig.

Jeno wanted to break its fangs and send it deep into the roof of Guysque's jaw with a backhand, piercing the head and ending the piercing hiss, but thinking that it would be too frightening, he took two extra steps and pulled out the double dent from the wall and offered it to the sheep spirit with a single thorn.

Pulling out the blood-stained silver prick, Jeno returned it to Ogwesa, who was looking at him with fiery eyes, dazzled by the efficiency of the battlefield.

"Don't be a nymphomaniac, the barbarians are coming." Jeno swept his eyes coldly, the boar's wail before death finally attracted the other warriors of Winterclaw nearby, and the bloodthirsty shouts of killing and the sound of swords clashing followed them all the way, showing a siege momentum that surrounded several surrounding intersections.

But this is also just right, saving Jeno from looking for them one by one.

Ogwisa heard Jeno's reminder, and a look of embarrassment flashed across her face, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of battle and determination.

This time, she couldn't have behaved so unsatisfactorily again.