Gale.

It blows from all corners of Mt. Tenno.

The bloody atmosphere around was very strong.

Twilight.

A great war has just ended.

A round of remnant sun on the horizon is like blood.

Draven picked up the half-moon-shaped double-bladed whirling axe embedded deep in the head of a Noxian officer, and slowly shook the blood and brains on it.

His hands were steady, and he didn't look like he had just gone through a one-sided massacre.

He wasn't tired at all, and he was even a little unsatisfied.

In this battle, Ghost Face Shura Vincent won against one hundred and fifty Noxus elite squads.

The belated officer of the guards first glanced at the corpses scattered all over the hills, and then hurried to Draven's side and handed over a piece of fine leather.

Draven didn't look at it, took it casually, and began to wipe his sharp killing weapon.

"My lord, can you clean up the battlefield?" Despite his nominal rank higher than Draven's, the officer couldn't help but use his honorific title when he saw the hideous mask that radiated a deep sheen in the setting sun.

There are three points of admiration and seven points of fear in his words.

No way, no one would not be afraid of such a demon who slaughtered his own kind like a pig, even if he was nominally his comrade-in-arms.

But who knows......

Draven didn't answer, just waved his hand casually, and the sharp magic weapon in his hand made a terrifying roar in the air.

So much so that the officer was so frightened that he took three steps back, as if he thought that Draven would kill him immediately, and ran quickly to his subordinates, before he had the strength to shout: "Close...... Clean up the battlefield. ”

The soldiers of the Guards Battalion looked at Draven with trepidation, and with some caution weaved through the battlefield. No one dared to say a word, for fear of waking up the god of killing who was sleeping in the sunset.

Draven's fame in Ionia is indeed great, but most of them are still fierce, many people are afraid of him, but few really obey him.

The sunset was even thicker, and the bloody Draven in the hideous armor under the sunset became more and more terrifying.

Draedne didn't care about the eyes of others. He walked to the high point of the hillside, sat down on a rock, and looked out over the vast plain beneath the hillside.

The wind is stronger.

The grass and trees in the mountains were whining, like the souls of those who had died here for a few years were crying for a long time.

He put the pair of murder weapons that had killed more than 10,000 people on the ground in his hand and was stunned.

Of course, he knew that he was killing the Noxians.

Those people were supposed to be his comrades-in-arms, no, compatriots.

But he didn't care at all, he didn't feel it at all.

He just loves to kill, he just enjoys the feeling of killing. All he has to do is to be the best, and other than that, he doesn't care which side he is on, he is a member of a country.

All he has to do is prove that he can.

And as for his mask, is it for a little bit of compassion?

No, of course not.

A bastard like him, he wears a mask just to prevent anyone from possibly recognizing him. For this reason, he not only slaughtered clean in every battle, but also modified his own weapons. Try not to recognize it as a weapon used by his Draven.

Although he was not famous in China before, even if he was famous, he relied on his brother's prestige, and more people would still call himself a clown in private.

Clown?

Hmph, when one day you know who I am, you will have to pay the price for laughing at me back then.

I'm Draven, but I'm the best.

In an endless strong wind. Draven let out a low sinister grin.

I'm looking forward to meeting you, brother.

The sunset was so nice.

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Although Draven has tried his best to hide his identity, he has no choice but to be too strong every time.

Destroy an entire well-trained squad with the power of one man.

And more than once.

This had to make the military of Noxus pay attention to this terrible killing god.

"So, our Ghost-Faced Shura performed another complete slaughter for us?" Darius sat in the dimly lit tent, looking at the latest report of the war in front of him. There was not a single expression on his face.

He's been in Ionia for more than half a year, and he's been on the damned island with his army since that mobilization last May.

It was his first time in Ionia, and he had not had time to take part in the last war of aggression, but this time he finally realized the horror of the island.

He finally understood why a strong man like Noxus would not be able to eat this weak island.

The resilience of the island's people and their desire to survive in desperate situations are hard for him to overcome.

Last time, with the help of powerful Zaun magic weapons and poisons, none of the mighty Noxus were able to conquer here.

So this time, under the premise of banning magic weapons for a while, it will be even more difficult to win this war.

Darius even felt that they should withdraw their troops and go home, and that this war would not end even if it was fought for another hundred years.

This is a disgrace for a proud Noxian.

But he had to admit it.

He's going to eat this shame.

He had already realized that the war was launched as a mistake.

He wanted to undo the mistake.

Unfortunately, no one agreed.

Whether it was the usually wise Svein or the incomparable General Burnham, they were all determined to fight this war.

General Burnham even gave himself a death order to either go back with victory or with a head.

It's a never-ending ending.

Although he was fully aware of the importance of winning this war.

But Darius also had to worry that perhaps the day this war ended would be the end of Noxus.

"General, I think it is necessary for us to carry out a decapitation operation, no matter how many masters are dispatched, this ghost-faced Shura must be killed, otherwise, the army's morale will be unstable." The subordinates standing under the tent waited for a long time, and finally interrupted Darius's musings.

"Is everyone scared?" Darius asked casually, and covered the paper in front of him.

"Although it is humiliating, I have to admit that the soldiers have become frightened, and now no one dares to go out on patrol in small groups." The officer under the tent hesitated for a moment, but replied anyway.

"The spirit of Noxus...... Darius suddenly remembered what the former Valkyrie had said to him on that majestic rainy night.

At this moment, he suddenly understood something about what the military soul of Noxus was.

What is the real Noxus.

"I know what to say, you go down." Darius waved his hand and sent the officer away.

He suddenly felt a little tired.

Ghost Face Shura...... (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.

Good and bad mood.

There may not be a third watch.