Ibel raised an eyebrow. "What do you see?"

"It's not a clever idea," replied Garvin, "but it's the only solution." We hid our bravest warriors in the town of Pyeongtaek and set up an ambush. The number of people must be small in order to be surprised. As soon as the locust enters the assault range, it attacks quickly. As soon as the queen of locusts dies, the swarm will collapse. ”

"Into the heart of the Argonauts, Your Highness?" Maisa said. "This move is tantamount to a death sentence."

"But then there is hope that the town of Pyeongtaek will escape this catastrophe." Eber said.

"There's no one-size-fits-all strategy," Garvin said. "I will only lead those who volunteer to join, and I will never make a move until the best time. We wait for the storm to pass and then disintegrate the enemy from within. As long as the locust queen dies, it will be easy to kill the blood. ”

Iber pushes an ivory piece into the interior of the village on the map, then pushes a bunch of ebony pieces forward until it completely covers Pyeongtaek Town. The red jade locust stood in the middle. She flicked a finger lightly, and the red jade chess pieces knocked over in response. Then she pushed two more ivory pieces into the battlefield.

"That's our plan," Garvin said. "Iber and Maisa, you lead the second wave of the attack."

"Yes." Maisa said.

"What about you, Your Highness?" Ebel asked. "Where do you go from here?"

"I'm going to kill a locust queen." Gavin replied.

The gate of the watchtower was unlocked, and it was empty.

Shivana knew the guards here, he was gray-bearded, always serious-looking, and his name was Tommy. He would rather cut off his arm than leave his post without permission. She smelled the smell of human blood while patrolling the forests of northern Demacia, and followed the smell to find it.

Entering the tower, the smell of blood is stronger, but there is no trace of blood in sight. As a Demacian soldier, Sivana spends most of her time maintaining her human form, hiding her true nature, but her dragon instincts are always sharp. She bit her tongue hard, trying not to be whetted by the smell. Shivana ascended to the top of the tower to get a better view of her surroundings from above. Her gaze was fixed on a leafy grove, the canopy of trees rustling near the glade.

Shivana leaped out of the watchtower's window, her feet firmly on the ground, a drop of five floors. She smelled blood in the wind, and ran into the forest to the west, darting from branch to branch, catching the scent as she could. She reached the edge of the clearing, where a giant golden retriever cat was feasting on Tommy's mangled corpse. The animal had a pair of black wings at the end of its shoulders, and its forked tail writhed like a long snake writhing on its own.

The smell of blood intoxicated her, but Shivana forced herself to focus on the hunt. She joined Demacia to achieve greater things and not to succumb to her bestial instincts.

She crept up to the beast to prepare, her hands glowing with dragon flames. But before she could make a move, the beast suddenly turned its head. Its face was hairless and full of wrinkles, like the face of an old man. It smiled at Shivana, a mouth full of blood-stained fangs.

"It's yours," it said.

Sivana had heard tales and legends about the lynx, describing how cruel, gluttonous, cunning and shrewd. But none of the stories made her mentally prepared to face such a strange human face. Its eyes met Shivana's gaze without blinking, then abruptly retreated into the bushes and disappeared from view. Shivana began the hunt with a thrilling heart. The fur of the lynx is indistinguishable in the mottled shadows of the trees. With this natural disguise, it crossed the lodging berry trees and the rushing river, but it couldn't hide the smell of blood in its mouth, so Shivana kept following suit.

A boulder embedded in the ground blocked the way ahead. The Lynx kicked hard with its claws and disappeared behind the boulder. Sivana jumped onto the boulder and came to a sudden stop, her heels digging into the rocks—cliffs at the edges. A chasm lay in front of her, and beneath her feet was a steep abyss.

On the other side of the rift, the forest continues to stretch, and the lynx has sunk into the bushes. Sivana sighed, there was only one way to cross the stream, and she didn't want to use it.

She looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then inhaled hard, her lungs stretched to the maximum, and a fire burned in her chest. Even across a rift, she could still smell Tommy. She no longer suppressed her desires, and an impulse soared into the heat of a furnace in her body. Shivana exhaled a burst of flame, and with a thud, it turned into a giant demon dragon. The whole rift trembled with her roar, echoing with her majestic call. She spread her strong, soft wings and slid across the rift and into the forest ahead.

Instead of dodging the trunks, she walked straight ahead, overwhelming the branches and crushing everything in her path. She spread her wings and lunged forward, the forest mingling in her eyes as a swirl of brown and green. Wooden bears, silver elk, and other jungle animals all fled in panic, their fear soaking Shivana in her own power. She spat out a huge wave of dragon breath, and a dense forest was reduced to ashes in an instant.

A handful of golden retrievers loomed in front of her, and she immediately jumped hard and threw herself behind the lynx. Its fangs scratched her flank, but she barely felt the pain.

"I know you," the lynx squirmed and threatened. "They all call you a dog chain."

The golden monster kicked hard, claws outstretched and scratched, fangs gripped at her neck. Shivana also stabbed its back with both claws, enjoying the pleasure of tearing flesh apart.

"Why are you arresting me?" The Lynx asked. "We are not enemies."

"You killed a soldier of Demacia," Sivana said. "Tommy."

Her neck was bitten out of blood, but she spat out a mouthful of dragon fire, and the Lynx dodged to the side.

"He's your friend?"

"It's not."

"Then you will avenge him. It seems that the rumors are all true. You're a mature dog. ”

Shivana roared angrily.

"At least I don't kill humans." She said.

"Really?" The lynx showed a wicked grin and a mouthful of bloody teeth. "Don't you crave human blood?"

Shivana circled to the side of the lynx.

"I can see hunger and thirst in your eyes." It says. "Craving for the taste of fresh meat. The same desire as me. After all, without chasing, the meal is tasteless. ”

Shivana turned to laughter.

"Well said, that's exactly what I want," she said.

Shivana lunged forward. With one move, he crushed the lynx to death on a carpet of fallen leaves and grass, and bit its throat with a big bite. The lynx spat out scorching venom and grabbed her chest and scraped off her scales. Shivana's eyes were burned with venom, and the wound stinged like a pinprick, but she didn't let go.

The once-gorgeous fur of the Lynx is now soaked in blood and disheveled. Its watery eyes stared at Sivana in horror, and life faded by.

Although hunger did not give her up, Shivana controlled herself and did not eat his flesh. She let out a long sigh of relief, and the dragon flame in her chest gradually receded, and then twitched back into her human form. She enjoyed the hunt very much, but she also felt contempt for herself. She controlled her trembling body and picked up the corpse of the lynx and dragged it towards the rift. This corpse is evidence of her inhuman desire, and must be hidden in the shadows of the deep valley, never to see the light of day.