When the cave was filled with fiery magical explosives in front of Darius, he finally understood what Svein's blood of shame meant.

Indeed, when you can directly erase the enemy from this world in the simplest and most effective way, you don't need to take the sword to fight an unknown life and death, and shed blood that shouldn't be shed.

"Well, you've been hiding it from me for so long." Darius looked at the artificially dug cave through the dim magic crystal, and some fresh stone powder would fall from the top of the cave from time to time, and let out a long sigh, "The reason why you let Sejuani constantly fight the Avarossa people on the front line is to delay the time to dig this cave, right?" ”

It wasn't until this moment that all the things that he didn't understand before were strung together in Darius's mind, and he finally understood Svein's whole plan.

Svein first asked the people of the Snow Mountain Alliance to delay time, dig this cave and bury the biggest backhand, and at the same time make a pact with Tedamir, allowing him to sneak up on the rear of the Avarosa at any time.

He then took advantage of Sejuani's long-cultivated relaxed mentality to lure her to a decisive battle with the Demacians, and then used Zaun's suffocating potion to contain the two biggest cards on the table.

At the same time, he told Tydamir to attack the enemy's rear, but not to delay Karthas, but to put the king of the barbarians, the last powerful leader in all of Freljord, into the mortal realm.

If Ezreal hadn't been for the variable, the Noxians would have slaughtered the two biggest cards on the frontal battlefield, and then Tydamir would have died in the rear, the terrified remnants of Alvarossa would have shrunk on the table heights, and Karthas would have left because of Demacia's defeat.

Noxus was able to emerge victorious.

And even in today's disadvantageous situation, Svein can turn the tables in one fell swoop through the hole card he first planted.

Darius looked deeply at the slightly clumsy man in front of him, and once again had that emotion of fear and admiration in his heart.

Thankfully, I'm not his enemy. He thought so at the end.

To the sudden astonishment of Darius, the lame man replied with a very sarcastic remark, "How obvious." ”

Darius was speechless, and could only silently raise the torch stained with fire oil beside him, waiting for Svein's order to ignite the fire.

On the battlefield with Svein, all he could do seemed to be this kind of physical work.

The torches filled with oil reflected a miserable blue light in the dim light of the magic crystals.

In the silent cave there was only the low hoarse chirping of crows.

Outside the cave, the snow fell silently. The entire world seems to be waiting for an end of destruction.

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At the same time, three thousand yards away from this cave.

A team of six people was hurrying through the dark and snowy night.

The team was made up of the participants who had participated in the late-night meeting twenty minutes earlier, with the exception of Galen and Ash and Karthas.

After the meeting, which sent shivers down the spine of almost everyone present, Galen quickly went to organize the retreat of the Demacians, while Ash rushed to organize the retreat of the Avarossa, and Karthas, the only one present with powerful summoning abilities, was arranged to summon his necromantic legion to assist in the retreat.

Others, as the entire army retreated, relied on the knowledge of Jace, a powerful scientist, to find places where explosives might be buried and to fight to the death.

After all, no one knows when Svein will detonate those explosives and blow them all into the sky.

"How sure are you about that place?" The person who asked the question was Wei, a wild beauty, and her mood seemed extremely manic at this time, constantly hammering her fists, venting the depression and fear in her heart.

The low hiss of metal colliding was like the shrill whisper of a broken scroll stuck in a magic gramophone scraping against a magic burner.

Almost everyone unconsciously breathed faster, after all, it was not a good thing to be told that they were on a giant explosive barrel that would explode at any time, and that they could already be called warriors if they didn't have the option to flee directly.

"Don't question my professionalism, I'm sure if Svein were going to blow us all up in the sky, he'd have to bury all the damn magic explosives in that damn place." Even Mr. Jace, who had always maintained his demeanor, couldn't help but let out a foul word at this moment, he rubbed the golden hammer in his hand with some uneasiness, and his eyes didn't care about how Caitlin felt about him, but looked straight at a pocket watch-like thing in his hand, without blinking.

Caitlyn didn't even glance at Mr. Jace at this point, as she pinched her innumerable modified tech rifle and glanced at Ezreal from time to time.

And Ezreal was probably the calmest of the group, or rather, he had completely forgotten the emotion of fear, and the expression on his face had once again reverted to that dead man's indifference, and he was unaware of Caitlin's attention, walking on the edge of the line with mechanical steps, and only occasionally glanced at Caitlin when Caitlin lowered his head and wiped his gun, and there was an inexplicable glimmer in his godless eyes.

Chen Senran walked behind the most of the group, if Ezreal was the calmest person, then he was the second calmest person, his breathing was smooth, his arms were relaxed, his eyes were not uneasy, except for the occasional glance at the north, he did not have any abnormal performance.

Because he had nothing to scruple about, little Anne had already predicted this situation, so he asked Lao Du to take him out of the barracks and rush to the table in the north.

Now the girl should be safe. Chen Senran glanced at the north again and showed a hint of a smile.

As for talking about death.

"This time, I'm afraid we're going to die." Taidamir, who was walking beside Chen Senran, suddenly said this, and the huge pressure made this brave and invincible barbarian man feel a trace of despair.

"It's up to your luck." Chen Senran said.

"Luck?" Tedamir's tone was complicated, as if he wanted to laugh, but he felt bitter.

"Luck." Chen Senran nodded.

Snow falls.

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