Loew led the charge into the area where Tyrone and Darkwell were fighting, and the scene was more tragic than he could have imagined!

It was a hell of frost and blades, with Darkwell on one knee, Orn's sword at his side, and Tyrone's figure still unseen.

"Lord Darkwell!" Loew tried to enter this purgatory, the biting cold coming from the soles of his feet to his head, "Hiss...... What's going on here? ”

At this moment, the others also came here, only to see Darkwell stretch out his old hand, "Don't come here!" ”

As soon as Darkwell's words fell, the blade hanging in mid-air seemed to have received some kind of summoning and swarmed up!

And the target of these blades is not Darkwell, it is actually these Noxian generals who have just rushed over!

These generals felt the smile of death, and the will of the blade made them despair.

Loew is okay, he is the strongest of these generals, and he runs away the moment he sees the blade coming, which is very different from his impression of Tyrone!

The shadow of the blade, not a single inch of grass!

Loew rolled on the ground a few times, using almost all his strength to escape, and fell to the ground with an unsteady center of gravity.

After steasing himself, Loew saw the image he will never forget, the generals were cut into countless pieces by the blade, as if they had been thrown into a meat grinder!

The flying blades were dripping with blood and returned to the hooded man.

"You...... You're not Tyrone! Love's eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't believe that Tyrone, who had come out of the blood elite with him, had become so strong.

Tyrone threw the blade into the air, then gave Loew a meaningless smile.

"Lord Darkwell, since you have made your choice, you should know that these people are certain to die."

Don't blame Loew for making a fuss, this Tyrone is very different from Tyrone who assassinated Loew at the beginning, and that kind of high-minded temperament makes people involuntarily lower their heads.

Darkwell stood up with the Sword of Orn propped himself up, "yes, just like you?" He is just a shadow of you, I have to admire you, I have been ready for it since so many years ago. ”

Tyrone snapped his fingers, and several blades swirled around Loew in the air, and he didn't intend to let Loew go.

"You and I both know the impact of the new nobility on Noxus, take Delsa's family as an example, can you deny that they are the moths of Noxus?"

Tyrone walked over to the pile of minced meat, found Delsa's torn head, just glanced at it, and continued towards Darkwell.

Darkwell was silent, the rise of the new aristocracy was a brutal fact that he too had to face.

Tyrone continued: "After the old aristocracy was suppressed, Noxus had already begun to lose its essence, and the defeat of Ionia did not awaken those people. ”

Darkwell knows better than anyone what Noxus is in right now.

"They attribute their mistakes to your command mistakes, but they don't remember that they were the ones who personally ousted Svein, who was most likely to lead Noxus to victory, from his command position."

Darkwell's voice was even older, and he coughed twice after speaking, the old man confided in someone else for the first time, he was tired, and his wrinkled face was distressing.

Tyrone smiled, "Who's to say it's not?" Now you also understand that only Svein can bring Noxus back and make the Immortal Citadel truly immortal. ”

Darkwell looked up and looked at Tyrone with a smile, "yes, so even though I knew about Svein's plan to come here this time, a plan that would make us die, I still came." ”

"Because Noxus needs to change, my existence is the biggest obstacle to Noxus change, because behind me are those rotten new nobles, I don't die for a day, Noxus will always be their final say."

"Even if I realized the problem, there was nothing I could do, as long as I made the same changes as Svein, they had countless ways to make me uglier than death, so I was scared."

"No, you will always be a hero of Noxus." Tyrone bowed to Darkwell first, "Being here shows your attitude, doesn't it?" ”

Tyrone bowed, silently placing the blade on Darkwell's neck.

Darkwell nodded, "Everyone is Svein's pawn, I admire his courage, this time he supports Karamanda, and after taking this opportunity to inherit my power, he can start his show." ”

"Creating conflict, driving out Demacia, and monopolizing Karamanda is the first step in his rise." Tyrone nodded as well.

"With power and merit, coupled with the support of the old aristocracy, soon Svein will be the only god of Noxus." Darkwell suddenly reached out and touched the blade around his neck, "So this knife is not just on my neck, but also on the neck of the new nobles, on the neck of the rotten Noxus. ”

"If you understand, Lord Darkwell, I know your decision will not disappoint me." Tyrone's hand didn't move, and if he moved a little, Darkwell would splatter blood on the spot.

"Since the founding of Noxus, I have sat in the position of a general, experienced the vicissitudes of life, witnessed the prosperity of Noxus, and witnessed his decay."

Darkwell's cloudy eyes revealed sadness.

"If only I had realized the problem earlier, Noxus might have been able to reach new heights, but under Svein's leadership, Noxus glory would return."

Darkwell said and glanced at Tyrone, Tyrone's face had changed a little, and there was a shadow of another old friend of his.

"It's just a pity that I can't go with Noxus anymore."

"No......" Tyrone's hand suddenly dropped, "Lord Darkwell, do you see Loew over there?" ”

Darkwell was stunned for a moment, "I know what you mean, I've lived long enough, little one, the future is yours." ”

"Live as he is, like me...... The same...... No! ”

Before Tyrone could finish speaking, he saw Darkwell quickly hold his hand and plunge the blade into his heart!

"Nope! Lord Darkwell! Loew's whole person was struck by lightning, as if the faith in his heart had collapsed, and he watched the legendary general die in front of his eyes, but he couldn't do anything about it!

"No, you can't die!" Loew, an iron-clad man, finally couldn't hold back his tears, holding his head, his eyes full of helplessness.

"I envy you." Darkwell knelt on the ground, blood gushing from the wound, "You have two daughters, and I have nothing to be nostalgic about." ”

Tyrone shook his head as well, staring incredulously at the blood on his hands.

"You can ...... live"

Darkwell smiled, he hadn't smiled so easily in a long time, death might just be a relief for him.

"No, you know what? I love a quote from your daughter. ”

The expression on Tyrone's face was very tangled, "Who?" ”

"Katerina...... Ahem! ”

Darkwell coughed violently, "With the blood of the enemy, sacrifice me Great Noxus." ”

Tyrone smiled bitterly, I have to say, Katarina is his pride.

"Durkkao, from today onwards, with my blood, sacrifice Noxus, and witness for me the glorious return of my Great Noxus!"

Darkwell almost roared at the last sentence, and then he fell to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

Tyrone drew Orn's sword with a complicated expression, and walked over to Love's.

Love's originally helpless face also began to be relieved, "I knew you weren't Tyrone...... Kill me, Lord Durkkao. ”

The corner of Durkkao's eye twitched, and Loew plunged the blade into his heart.

"Lord Darkwell doesn't need my identity to live, and I don't have the meaning of living, with our will, the will of Noxus, go ahead and tell Svein that if he fails, I won't let him go even if he dies!"

Loew is dead, but Duke Kao is confused.