Noxus mobilized 100,000 elite troops, and wiped out William Norton and his retinue at the cost of sixty-two.

It's a completely nonsensical battle, and it's ironic.

The blood of the warriors flowed in vain, the towers burned with fire, and William Norton's goods were burned, like a fist with all its strength on the cotton, and the decision-makers of Noxus were already thundering!

One hundred thousand! The entire army of 100,000 people, in the end, is simply an insignificant ant that has nothing to do with Wu Wenxu and General Katarina?

What's even more ridiculous is that when he lowered his posture and specifically asked, William Norton directly swung a magic bullet, and the fool whose head was cut off by the blade deserved to die in the hands of the King of Assassins.

Now, the biggest shock to policymakers is the bastard wanted man named Wu Wenxu.

Is there any mistake?

That guy actually put the target of the attack on the throat of the North Road, didn't he know that the Heavenly Trench connecting the North and South Continents could not be destroyed even by a twelfth-level Great Demon Master!

Teased and mocked by a teenager, the decision-makers of the Snowg Fortress felt that they had been humiliated, and that the matter must not be able to contain the fire, and that it would reach the ears of Lord Svein......

They were deeply frightened, and when they remembered the crow standing on Lord Svein's shoulder, it opened its sharp peck and looked bloodthirsty and murderous in its blood-red eyes the size of a hemp.

Their fear is hard to control.

They had seen with their own eyes the desperate wails of an unlucky worm who had not conscientiously carried out Lord Svein's orders, pecked all his flesh and flesh by the evil birds, and the miserable struggle of the unlucky worm, which they will never forget.

No, before the situation develops to a completely uncontrolled level, Wu Wenxu must be subdued!

Although they didn't think that the throat of the Hokuriku would be blown open by a mere forbidden spell, the arrogant act of daring to wield the forbidden spell was equivalent to stepping on their heads, stepping on the heads of Noxus!

"Organize the Ice Energy Heavy Demon Legion, 1,000 dragoons will go north to support, 50,000 people will be responsible for saving the water, and the remaining 50,000 people will obey my orders."

"Let's go, chop the bastard who provoked Noxus to pieces!"

The marquis-like commander grabbed his beard angrily, and his gorgeous battle robe was thrown directly to the ground, he stepped on a war dragon, and the mounted dragon roared in the sky, and the amber red yellow eyes widened hideously, and suddenly spewed the hottest dragon breath from his thick nostrils.

The dragoon who guards the fortress of Xuege is a real elite division.

Dragon knights need to be selected, those who can ride adult dragons are all magic warriors below level seven, the dragon is four meters high, the dark gray complexion looks cold, the dragon's skin can resist magic, not to mention the adult land dragon, when fighting with the enemy, the sword that has not applied strong magic or has not received the refinement of rare materials cannot break the dragon's skin at all.

Although these dragons belong to the land dragons, they do not have the wings of the legendary dragons who dominate the sky and the sun, but they have inherited their vigorous and powerful limbs.

When the adult land walkers ran one by one, the dragon's breath and rumbling roar from time to time made the ground tremble, the terrified civilians hugged and hid in the corners, and the solid beams continued to shake down large patches of dust, and the pressure of the dragoons made the houses almost collapse!

"Tell my sir, the ice water on both sides of the iron spine is beginning to thaw."

A soldier who seemed to be a high-ranking officer panted in front of the man, and the commander named Hadra Nathan immediately slapped Lu Xinglong's head, if it weren't for his gentle pat, the officer would inevitably be trampled into a meatloaf.

The fact that an officer can report the news so desperately shows how serious the situation really is.

"Don't be afraid, my dear Atherons, the Ice Demon Legion has been transferred, and in half an hour at the latest, the molten iron spine will be its original form."

Hadra Nathan looked at the officer very much, he admired the young man very much, Noxus lacked this kind of desperate warrior, who may still have the same face in front of his eyes, and he already had enough qualifications to be promoted.

Naturally, Atlens didn't understand how much his actions would affect his future, and his mind was now full of ice water slowly flowing down the snowy mountains, and at most an hour, the terrifying cold snap and the rushing flood would drown the fortress.

He must not watch the whole city fall into ruin!

However, when he heard the words of Commander Hadra Nathan, who was regarded as the god of the army and had supreme authority, he felt that the world was bright, and the Ice Energy Heavy Demon Legion, the Commander-in-Chief, had actually dispatched all that kind of thing!

He was a regimental master of a civilian background, and he had never even earned the title of a petty baron, but he had heard of the Ice Reshit Legion, the most mysterious unit of the Snowg Fortress, which had turned the tide in one of Demacia's most famous battles in the snowfields, and at one point drove Gavin IV thousands of miles away.

The strongest magic cannon unit - Ice Energy Heavy Demon Cannon!

The flames were still burning, and there were no dense dwellings near the throat of Hokuriku, but when the flames followed the wind and ignited the houses, more flames would jump out, and in just a few dozen minutes, large swaths of houses had been burned into flames, and innocent civilians screamed and escaped from the fire, and then they were swallowed up by more vicious fire snakes.

The people of Xuege Fortress finally understood why the young man named Wu Wenxu was called a cunning demon by the Noxian military, that kind of cruelty, that kind of power, so that the crazy Noxians were so frightened that they retreated and stayed away.

Some of the people who escaped were quickly swept away by the rushing snow, and at least one-sixteenth of the area of the fortress was devastated, and at least 1,000 people died in nightmares, and this number is still increasing.

The tragic death of the citizens of the fortress of Xueg fell into the eyes of Tyrone, the shadow of the blade, and he did not even have a trace of sympathy or pity.

Another corpse in the gutter.

His eyes were calmly open, deep wrinkles appeared on both sides of Tyrone's eyeliner, and the pale blue cloak was whistling and harsh by the increasingly hot wind, but his hands were cold, and his blood was cold, because when he understood the fragility of life too well.

And you must know that before the Noxus Underworld was saved by General Duquekao, he was a murderous and out-and-out villain himself.

Now, Tyrone was hiding all his emotions, except for General Du-Kekao and one assassination order after another, and his blood would not swell for anyone's death, even though he longed for his blood to be no longer cold.

The dazzling fire door is getting closer and closer, and the smell of burnt ashes makes the cold in Tyrone's eyes colder and colder, it is his arrogance and arrogance that led to the connivance of Wu Wenxu, if he had taken his dog's life earlier......

Tyrone paused angrily.

He stood on the top of a sharp thorn, the clock not far from his feet was ticking, the glass protecting the pendulum was blown by the wind, the hour hand was broken in half, and the power of time was still flowing quietly.

Two hundred feet in front of the auditorium, on the dark earth of fire, he saw a brown-haired man sitting on the ground with a long sword in his hand, drinking wine.

Tyrone knew him, always had.

Since losing to that man in a League of Legends match, although Tyrone beat him to the ground in the later match, the shame of being scorned and humiliated by a man has always been remembered by the arrogant Tyrone.

The battle in the alliance is just an illusory illusion after all, Tyrone always feels that every time he defeats that man, he does not use all his strength as when he crushed his will for the first time, he is more like he is unwilling to make a move, deliberately belongs to himself, this charity makes Tyrone furious!

Now, the man just sits there, sits there for real.

His name is Yasuo, and he is a man who gives the Blade of the Wind.

Tyrone had always dreamed of fighting to the death with this powerful and hated man, and in the real Valoran continent, whether he lived or died, he would never allow the slightest stain on his dignity.

It's time to wash away the shame!

Tyrone cruelly pinched his tall hooked nose, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a playful and firm smile, Wind Blade, this time I, Tyrone, want you to deeply appreciate the horror!

The barren and scorched land, Yasuo steadied himself, looking a little weak, he clenched the sword of the wind and stared at the bright silver flask in distraction.

Yasuo brought a lot of wine and drank a lot of wine today, and he always felt that the aroma of wine that had made him salivate in the past had changed its taste, so he slurped, and swallowed this wine into his stomach with some disgust.

It's the power of the wind that has been exhausted.

Yasuo couldn't help but laugh heroically as he looked at the man not far away who was surrounded by fourteen sleeping idiots.

It's so exciting, it's really been a long time since I've had this pleasure.

The feeling of killing, the feeling of breaking through the shackles and rules, Yasuo likes it very much and is very intoxicated, so he is willing to do it with Wu Wenxu.

Perhaps, it is willing to do this for yourself.

The gourd was still hot from the flames, and Yasuo enjoyed the burn, the pain waking him up, otherwise he would have felt like he would have fallen asleep from deep weariness.

He can't sleep, he has to stay until the fire in the throat of Hokuriku is extinguished, and he has to witness the miracle with his own eyes, as the first person to witness the miracle.

The fusion of the Tempest Slash and the Forbidden Spell, will they succeed?

Yasuo put the flask down in silence suddenly.

Because the bottom of the jug was in the shape of an arc, he seriously buried the wooden kettle in the earth, and there was still one last sip of wine left in the jug, which was reserved for drinking in celebration of the destruction of the throat of the North Road.

Or, rather, as a reward for consoling the efforts made to fail.

In any case, this last wine must not be wasted.

"You look weak." The cold voice was absolutely playful and hideous.

Yasuo stood up calmly, his back to the man, looking expressionless and fearless.

"Even if I'm weak, you're still no match for me."