On the top of the snow-capped mountains, where the tall and majestic eagles could not fly, a little black passed through the cold air in the sky, pierced the fierce wind, and finally let out an unpleasant hiss.

It was a crow, an ordinary crow, but it walked peacefully through the blizzard, as if it were a leisurely stroll, and it even landed on the jutting ice from time to time to lick its slightly messy black feathers.

The unremarkable crow kept weaving from snowy peaks to snowy peaks, over countless high and low peaks, and finally swooped down towards an equally unremarkable looking mountain, landing on an equally unremarkable shoulder. Oh no, if anything, if anyone who knew the goods was there, they would have recognized what the four bloody blades of the axe embroidered on the shoulder and the wide eyes represented. That is, the Supreme Commander of the Staff of the Noxus Military Department, the highest honor that only one person has been awarded since the establishment of the Noxus Military Department. Commonly known as the eyeball on the blade of an axe.

The eyeball on the blade of the axe lifted its right hand and teased the raven that had landed on his left shoulder, embroidered with iron-blooded glory, before suddenly approaching the crow and spitting out a strange note from its mouth.

The note seemed to be squeezed out of the throat after the sound was pressed very low, and I don't know what kind of strange language it was. And after hearing the strange note, the crow unexpectedly replied with an equally low hiss, as if it understood what had been said.

The man in the highest glory uttered another low note, followed by a continuous series of rapid notes like singing, and the crow echoed a low chirping at the same time. This man and bird look like they're ...... Whisper.

The cold wind blew continuously, blowing those low whispers into a mess, and spread in the empty snow, like some lonely ghost singing.

The whispering lasted a full ten minutes before it stopped. The man who had been communicating freely with the crows rubbed his cane on the snow, and his face was a little cloudy, as if the outcome of the conversation was not very satisfactory to him.

"Is it bad news?" A deep voice rang out from behind him, speaking from a man, a man in scarlet armor, a man who barely made a sound even when he stepped on the snow with a hideous axe that looked extremely heavy. There are no more than five people on this continent who can do this, and only one can embroider four hideous blood axes on their shoulders, and that is the most powerful Noxian Hand of the Noxian Army, Darius.

"Darius, I've said it many times, I hate it when people talk behind my back." The man on crutches stepped on the snow under his feet, and there seemed to be some problem with his right foot, and he was not very flexible in stepping on the snow. There wasn't much anger in his words, but it was obvious that he wanted the man in the back to stand in front of him before he continued to speak.

"Well, Svein, my bad." Darius, who had hurried north from Noxus, was not in the least angry at the arrogance of the gloomy man named Svein in front of him, and in fact he almost obeyed him when he was fighting.

So he really walked quickly in front of Svein, who was still teasing the crow, without the slightest hint of his usual contempt, as if he were facing the teacher's students.

"Karthas had left the Howling Swamp three days ago, and the place where he appeared after the Howling Swamp was at its most was ...... Camp Demacia. Where he's the latest to appear...... It's still Camp Demacia, only this time, it's in Freljord. Svein teased the crow for nearly five more minutes before he spoke slowly, uttering two seemingly inconspicuous messages.

"You're saying we're about to face not only the 20,000 Demacians and the remaining old and weak soldiers of Avarosa, but also the skeletons that are scattered all over the hills?" Darius couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, as if he couldn't believe it, and he continued in a hellish tone, "But for what, is that old ghost of Karthus completely ruined?" Did the Demacians give him milk? ”

"Now what we're going to solve is how to take them out." Svein didn't bother with Darius in the slightest, and ended Darius's tangled problems succinctly and sharply.

"You think they can?" Darius shrugged his shoulders and smiled a little wryly, then pointed to the men and horses who were slowly moving along the snowy path under the snow-covered high ground and looked at Svein.

It was the troops of the Snow Mountain Alliance, dressed in a mess of patchwork fur armor, armed with crude broadswords or long axes, and if it weren't for the awe-inspiring murderous intent and wildness emanating from the eyes of their tired faces, no one would have felt that this was a rabble, rather than an undefeated army that had swept the entire Snow Mountain in two months.

"It's enough to be cannon fodder." Svein didn't even glance at the struggling men walking in the snow, and tossed out a faint sentence, his fingers still teasing the crows, apparently he had little interest in a group of doomed chips.

"Do you have a plan?" Darius was not surprised, he had never put his hope of victory on the group of fools below who only knew how to slash people, steal things, and play with women. In fact, if they hadn't launched it abruptly enough, the new magic weapons provided by Zaun were indeed powerful enough, and they estimated that they would not even be able to get out of the western part of Freljord and be destroyed by Ash.

Svein didn't answer, just looked at the high and low snow peaks in the distance on crutches in a daze, and after a while he asked, "When will the assassination team arrive?" ”

"Tomorrow." Darius was still not angry, he knew that this lame man was like this, silent, and only when it was critical would he give the most vicious blow, like a rattlesnake in the desert, "The general sent all the assassination teams here this time, excluding the last time they were killed by Master Yi, plus the new team members, a total of 3,450 people are all at your disposal." ”

Svein nodded, still not saying what his plan was.

"You're really not going to tell me?" Darius was not surprised, but he was always a little itchy in his heart.

Svein shook his head, took a worm out of his pocket and stuffed it into the crow's mouth, and began to sway back with his cane, singing slowly as he went, "The early bird gets the worm." ”

On the horizon, there was another big snowstorm.

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At night, listen to Chen Yonghai sing that he will enter the wine, sing along, and sing until life is proud, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon, and the blood will surge. I was born to be useful, and I almost cried.

The only thing is that there is no alcohol around.

Pity.

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I just received a notice that the application for the Sanjiang Reward and Attendance List was approved.

If it is, I was born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.