The sudden pain of the killer made the other five people more or less unnatural, but ...... It's just unnatural.

Just hesitated to be killed directly, although everyone inevitably felt a little sad in their hearts, but it was only a little bit - everyone knew that everything they had so far came from that great being, and before seeing that great, indescribable existence, the seven people, including the leader, were just the most inconspicuous characters in Noxus.

It is the great gods who have given Himself everything!

Thinking like this, the remaining five people quickly changed their minds, from the sadness of the death of a rabbit to a frenzy - those who question the gods are innocent of death!

Soon, the wurm dog ate the body of the unlucky man, and by the time the remaining six set off again, the back of one wurm was empty.

And all this was not hidden from the raven that followed them.

"Quack—quack—"

As the remaining six set out again, and made their way quickly toward the shores of Noxus, the raven finally croaked twice and flapped its wings and flew back.

By the time Svein had vanished, it was late the next day—the pitch-black crow perched on his shoulder, and finally became part of the black haze behind him.

"Cannibalism?" After receiving the news, Svein seemed to sigh a little, "the reckless confidence after suddenly gaining great strength...... Hehehe-hehe--to be able to look at such a fool who lacks wisdom in his head and give him power, it seems that their gods are afraid of something. ”

"Forget it." Svein pondered for a moment, and finally just waved his hand, "Let's go explore the way first...... It's always not a loss anyway. ”

Moving his body, Svein sat down in his place again, picked up his pen, took one from the thick pile of papers on the table, signed it in its final place, and engraved his own emblem.

And at the beginning of this document, it is written [Greater Noxus Project].

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The sixes made their way south and made it to Lokrond in less than three days—and at the cost of their mounts probably never going to battle again.

There is no doubt that this way of rushing is very luxurious, in Noxus, wurms are quite precious strategic materials, they are excellent pack beasts, mounts, and top search dogs, even if ordinary little nobles domesticate wurmers, they are often precious, but these six people rushed to the road without the slightest consideration of the state of wurmers, and they maintained a high intensity of movement for three full days.

And the consequence of this is that after arriving in Lolonde, the wurmish has worn out the sharp nails on its paws (the wurmish does not retract its nails) due to the long journey, and even the flesh pads on the soles of the feet are worn out, and it can only be used as a breeding dog.

The six of them didn't care about this situation, they quickly exchanged the seven wurms for a large sum of gold hex, and then replenished the necessary supplies, and quickly boarded a ship bound for Piltover.

Noxus officials provided them with identification information, but it wasn't enough to allow them to enter the center of Leather City, only to allow them to move around the docks - though the six apparently didn't take this to heart.

According to the previous arrangement of the gods' messengers, they needed to follow the will of the gods and obey the dictates of the guy named Svein.

And Svein asked them to go to Piltover and teach the Pichengkees a lesson...... This kind of thing can be said to be very good at it.

On the ship, the leader locked the remaining five men in the cabin and began to inquire about the news alone—all he needed to know was simple, just know who was the most important person in the city.

And this kind of news, just ask the sailors, just ask them for a drink or two, and the people who don't have the door will quickly brag.

With this in mind, the leader of the group of six quickly found a target in the bar of the passenger ship - judging from the appearance, this guy should be an old Jianghu, and his red nose proves his identity as an alcoholic, and this kind of guy should be the best person to inquire about.

Unsurprisingly, after just three glasses of ale, the leader got the information he needed.

"Leather City Guy...... Hmph, no matter how arrogant you are, don't you have to be managed by a few girls? ”

"Camille, the chairman of the Supreme Council, is a, Catherine, the police sergeant, is a, and the sheriff of the sheriff, Vi, is still a...... What is there to be proud of? ”

"Or ...... Do they all like to be underneath? Hey, hey, hey, hey—"

With a burst of indescribable lewd laughter, the leader got the news he needed.

"Camille...... Catherine ...... Luxuriant. ”

"Very well—you'll be offered to the gods, I swear."

"You will be fully dedicated to the Great God, in the way He pleases."