Things are still going well.

At least in the eyes of the captain, things simply went unbelievably smooth.

So much so that he began to wonder if they had seen through Xingzang.

But after thinking about it, if the other party had seen through his whereabouts, wouldn't he have raised the butcher's knife directly a long time ago, and would he let himself in?

He didn't ask much about how Draven easily passed the inspection at the camp gate, and the captain was very much influenced by Draven's rule not to ask too much.

Anyway, the magic that Draven brought to him was a little bit or two, since the first time he saw this madman named Vincent easily slaughter an enemy a hundred times his size by himself.

He knew that no matter what happened to him, it would not be surprising.

Besides, everyone has secrets that aren't.

The group followed Draven as he walked through the Noxian camp full of enemies, rubbing shoulders with countless Noxians who would never have to live or die on weekdays.

Peace, nothing.

It's really dancing on the tip of a knife.

"Honestly, I can't imagine that we are walking in the base camp of the Noxians, God, life is amazing." It wasn't until he came to a relatively secluded place that the captain smiled with relief.

"More amazing is yet to come." Draven looked at the big tent of the Chinese army very strangely, and said after a long time, "Sleep well, maintain your strength, we still have a long time to live." ”

The day passed quickly, and the captains took up camp in the garrison that Draeven had applied for in the middle of nowhere, in the northwest corner of the whole camp, in an inconspicuous and unusual position.

When the night was dark, lunch was delivered on time, and after being tested and confirmed to be non-toxic, everyone ate it separately. Then they went to sleep.

Because after all, no one knows when Lu Dao will have to get up for morning exercises tomorrow.

Draven also entered the camp early, and since he showed the waist card of the Darius Guard, he was arranged in a one-man tent.

Sitting cross-legged, Draedin did not feel a trace of sleep, and his hands kept stroking the two axes that had been wiped away from the blood, leaving only the cold ones for a long time.

After a long time. He fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, he was woken up by a voice.

The voice was extremely hoarse, as if someone was deliberately suppressing it.

But he heard it anyway, because he had been killing people all year round.

He was sensitive, he knew that it was a murderous voice.

This is, the sound of a lot of people being killed.

He immediately grabbed the two axes, but he didn't move immediately.

Because he knew that he was absolutely surrounded now, he needed to find a perfect time to break through.

This is the camp of the Noxians. Surrounded by thousands of elite soldiers.

In the case that he was still discovered, the other party definitely made a very complete plan in advance.

Maybe...... Can you still meet him?

Brother.

The encirclement and suppression of thousands of people, the sniping of men who are so strong that they are terrible, and they have only one person and two axes.

That's how you want to rush out.

Is...... It's exciting to think about.

Draeven couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, but he couldn't help it, he slowly, very calmly. As if he was holding some kind of ceremony, he put on his own hideous mask.

Open-kill--huh-

"Tora-" The two sharp axes in his hand slammed into action.

The tent, which had been sturdy, was torn apart like pieces of paper. Then, it's crisp and pleasant......

The sound of bloodshed.

"Tear--" is the beautiful sound of a sharp blade slitting throat and blood spurting wantonly.

Draven enjoyed dancing as if he were dancing, throwing the two axes back like meteors.

In an instant, the surrounding area erupted like a fountain and waterfall.

How beautiful it sounds.

Draven chuckled lowly, stepping out of his tent with the terrible rhythm of death.

Wait until he's completely out of the tent. There was already a bloody field all around.

The earth is full of stumps and severed arms, and the earth is full of the wailing before death.

The night was silent, full of people who were dying but not dead, and everywhere there were unsightly roaring faces.

Draven took a deep breath and looked at the chaotic world. Da Lu smiled: "Did you hear that? Death is knocking on the door, ha ”

His arrogant laughter came through the cold mask, like the cry of some terrible night owl.

Then, there is the dance of the axe without distinction.

The dance steps of the Grim Reaper in the Night.

Everywhere there was the sound of the wind breaking and the sound of falling to the ground and bleeding.

It's like harvesting wheat in the fall.

Draven's steps were unhurried, and he didn't look like he was killing people at all, but like dancing a solo court dance.

Sometimes he takes one step forward and two steps back.

He has turned this well-planned encirclement and suppression into a downright murderous performance.

While killing people, he walked outside.

At this time, someone grabbed his trousers, he frowned, looked down, and suddenly laughed and said, "Aha, captain, is it you?" ”

"Vincent, I'...... I ...... "The captain was already covered in blood, his chest had been torn open, and he was not far from death."

"Yes, I'll avenge you." Draven didn't wait for him to finish, he directly cut his throat with an axe, and laughed in a low voice, "Sleep well, there will be many people to bury you." ”

So, the captain really fell asleep like that, never, never to wake up again.

"Ahh Delevingha, laughing, fired two axes again, and he didn't know how many people's heads he had harvested.

"Boom-" At this moment, an incomparably swift scarlet lightning suddenly rushed out of the darkness.

It went straight to Draven's face without a pause.

Draven had to get serious at this time, he quickly withdrew the two axe blades that flew out of the coffin, and took them in his hand and bombarded them towards the scarlet lightning.

But that scarlet lightning rushed like no other, and even after eating Delevingne's axe, he still had no intention of stopping.

It wasn't until the last moment, when it was about to crash into Draven, that it finally came to a heavy stop.

Fiercely slammed Draven, who was holding a double axe, and knocked him back three steps.

"It's you." There was a hint of mad excitement in Draven's words, and even his hand holding the axe trembled.

It's you, brother.

Darius.

Darius stood in front of Delevingne, looked coldly at the masked murderer in front of him, and said, "Vincent, you have nowhere to leave today, stay." ”

"Haha Draven looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the twin axes in his hands roaring like a whirlwind.

"Eat Me !! an Axe"

The next moment, he disappeared into the darkness like a ghost. (To be continued......)

PS: The most beautiful long hair has not been left in my hands, and I have also drunk wine happily.

Eason's voice sounded for the eighteenth time, and I had no wine for anything.