"Gavin is it?" Darius was not in the slightest surprised by the majesty of the man holding the dragon lance aloft, he still maintained that condescending posture, and did not even raise his eyelids, "It's a pity that I wasn't there in that battle back then, otherwise, you would have died a long time ago." ”

The battle that Darius called was said many years ago, when Gavin was still very young, very naïve, and full of the blood and dreams of young people.

At that time, like his ancestors, he fought at the forefront of the battle against Noxus, charging with the lowest soldiers, wounded, bleeding, although his life was in danger almost every moment, although he broke countless spears and lost countless battles, he firmly believed that as long as he continued to charge and kill the enemy, then one day, the glory of the Demacian Empire would be restored.

At that time, Jiawen felt that blood and swords were the strongest weapons in the world, and he believed that the truth came from the spear.

Until, that biggest defeat.

On that occasion, he took 3,000 elite Demacian soldiers to fight against Svein, who was just rising at the time.

When Gavin, dressed in military uniform, saw a lame Svein coughing weakly on crutches on the battlefield, he laughed and said to his soldiers, Is Noxus really unusable enough to fight with a cripple?

The result is self-evident, the arrogance and enthusiasm of the young man were easily shattered by the eyes and conspiracy of the Yin Owl, and in that battle, Svein just showed weakness, and easily used the location to annihilate all the 3,000 elites, and captured the lone soldier who went deep into the heart of Gavin IV, who wanted to cut off Svein's head.

When Svein walked up to Gavin on crutches and stepped on the three thousand Demacia's elite flesh and said lightly, Your Royal Highness, when you lost to me this lame man, Gavin looked at the sky, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't shout, Demacia, forever.

That time, if Galen hadn't risked his life to bring Demacia's dreadnought stormtroopers to his rescue, he would have been slashed by the war machine called Urgat.

"That time, I was lucky." The prince holding the dragon spear didn't seem to hear the disdain and ridicule in the words of the man opposite, and he smiled in a low voice, as if he was lamenting the good fortune of the year.

Hearing such words, Darius's eyes froze, and he looked at the prince who had escaped with some surprise and laughed at himself, and subconsciously touched his own hideous giant axe, because he felt a trace of pressure from the man who should have died many years ago.

This man who almost died because of his arrogance and blood, today, after many years, on this snowy night, is so calmly listening to others talking about his unbearable past, and smiling and laughing at himself, just like listening to a good story worth pondering and applauding, there is no trace of embarrassment on his face, there is no anger in his words, his eyes are deep and calm, like a mountain standing in the wind and rain.

"Actually, I really should have thanked Shesvein." Jiawen IV seemed to be talking about his past after listening to his own past, he simply put down the dragon spear in his hand and inserted it into the snow again, "At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I only knew that I was buried in the charge, and I felt that a pair of hands and a gun could shoot down the entire world." As a result, so many good brothers were killed, and I always told them at that time that we would go home when the flowers bloomed on the west coast the next year. It's sad to think about it now. When he said this, there was some sadness in his tone, but he still smiled.

The original tense scene became much lighter in Jiawen's sad but not sad smile, and even the murderous aura on Darius's body subsided a little, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but his hand was on the handle of the axe but he didn't make a move, it seemed that he also wanted to hear in his heart what else this prince wanted to say.

"For a long time I wanted to commit suicide with guilt, and then I chose to go to the whole world to find a way to atone for my sins." Gavin also sighed with embarrassment when he talked about that time, "At first, I hunted robbers and wild beasts in the north of Valoran, trying to fill the anxiety in my heart by killing, but failed. Later I understood that what I needed was not killing, but a strong enough heart. So, as I boiled my flesh in those dry wildernesses south of the Great Barrier, tempered my spirit under the boundless scorching sun, I felt my whole being renewed. ”

"So, I want to thank you, Svein, for the shame you gave me and allowed me to find my path." With that, the man bowed deeply to Svein, who was standing behind Darius, silent with a torch.

There was a hint of relief in Darius's eyes.

If Darius had some contempt for this prince of Demacia because of the events of the past, then at this moment, he suddenly admired this man a little.

Sometimes, it's easy for a person to die, but it's hard to live.

"Good." Darius nodded, "I suddenly want to kill you, you are worthy to die under my axe, because of your indomitability." ”

In the face of such a blood-drenched truth as Darius, Gavin still laughed, and he pulled out the steel dragon lance again, crossed it in front of him, and said, "Do you know what the name of this gun is?" ”

"What's the name?" Darius certainly wasn't going to give Gavin any more time to talk nonsense, and at this moment his killing intent was surging again, because of the urge to kill a great guy. He pulled his hideous axe behind him, squatted down slightly, and began to accumulate strength.

"This gun, which I collected by myself over the years, built inch by inch, has a total of 3,000 notches on this gun, representing my 3,000 dead brothers." Jiawen's hand brushed the stainless steel dragon spear inch by inch, feeling the cold touch brought to him by each deep nick, he inhaled deeply, "The name of this gun is called, Qianjun. ”

The wind blows through the dragon lance.

Every inch of steel vibrates in the wind, and every inch of steel roars in the air.

The endless roar was like the souls of Gavin's three thousand brothers returning to the world at that moment, roaring together and fighting side by side with him.

"Qianjun, good name." Darius laughed, and his whole body suddenly soared into the sky, and the hideous giant axe was held high above his head, "Before you die, I tell you, this axe of mine is called ......"

"Invincible."

Heavy snow falls.

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I thought I would die with Kavinka.

Finally it was written.

There is a quote in this chapter that I would like to say, sometimes, it is easy to die alone, but it is difficult to live.

Writing stories is my life, and I almost thought I would never live again.