The battle ended before dusk.

The last cry of Long Live Noxus dissipated over the battlefield filled with gunsmoke.

Countless corpses were entangled with a mixture of thick blood plasma and hideous expressions.

It was a really bitter battle.

Until the last moment, no one on either side took a step back.

The Ionian coalition army had left at least 6,000 corpses on the plain, and even the Guns and Roses Legion standing on the edge of the battlefield had been killed and wounded by some Noxians who had broken through the front line with red eyes.

The number of casualties is almost one-to-one with that of the Noxians.

This is a somewhat unacceptable result in a war that is almost overwhelming.

The Noxians have proved that they are the most courageous people in the world.

The troops of nearly eight thousand people all left their lives here, both generals and soldiers.

They are a respectable group of enemies.

But this did not prevent the Ionians from roaring through the plain after the head of the last man had been cut off.

Because they are also aggressors.

Noxians.

They were defeated.

Ionians, won.

Although it was only a non-crucial victory.

But they firmly believe that this is the beginning of the ultimate victory.

They will eventually drive the damned Noxians out of their land, and their vengeful wrath will burn across the plains of Ionia.

"Long live Ionia!!"

"Long live Ionia!!"

Such roars filled the entire bloody battlefield, and countless soldiers with enemy swords on their bodies were cheering mercilessly, some running, some crying.

They need a win so badly.

For the sake of those people who died.

Even the Beaglewaters had a satisfied smile on their faces, and they hadn't seen a victory in too long.

"Victorious." A smile appeared on Karma's face, too. At this moment, this woman who seemed to have the softest heart in the world looked at the corpses all over the ground, and she was also rarely happy.

Killing, sometimes for mercy.

Have mercy on the innocent people.

She had to admit that at some point. The butcher's knife is much better than a thousand meditations.

"That's good, a big win." Graves sighed as well, sniffing and lighting another cigar.

That leisurely attitude is not at all like I have just experienced a war, but I have watched a big drama that is heart-wrenching.

"A vent."

"What?" Graves glanced at Chen Senran beside him a little strangely, he felt that among all of them, it seemed that he was the only one who was not in a very good mood.

Didn't you win?

"Nothing." Chen Senran shook his head, but his brows furrowed tightly.

A win?

Or is it a ...... Vent?

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"A vent." Svein said seriously.

"Eight thousand. Svein, you damn madman, we've lost eight thousand!! Darius was really furious this time, and when he received the terrible report of the battle, he directly slapped the whole table to pieces.

"I said it, it's just a vent." Svein was still impassive, as if he were saying something inconsequential.

"You damn madman, madman. You!!! Darius waved his hands frantically as he looked at Svein. A contradictory look that wanted to lift him up, but forcibly held back, "Svein, I ask you, I ask you to withdraw the remaining ten thousand people, withdraw them!! ”

The last sentence. He directly kicked the weapon rack on the side and kicked it hard, kicking the entire weapon rack to pieces.

"No, I refuse." Svein said coldly, and he even had time to touch the smooth feathers of the crow on his shoulder.

"What?" Darius looked at him in disbelief and asked incredulously.

I said. I refuse, they must die. Svein didn't lift his head, and said lightly that 10,000 people must die.

"You're ...... What do you mean? Darius looked at him for a long time, as if he couldn't understand the madman in front of him, and suddenly he picked up the hideous axe that had been with him for many years, and slashed straight at Svein's neck.

"Tear-" The air burst as the axe blade tore through too quickly.

The lights inside the tent were pulled infinitely.

The murderous aura was so fierce that the crow hissed in a low voice, and it flew in terror and scurried around the tent.

"Quack, quack, quack."

It's like a nasty lament.

Only Svein remained that impassive, tugging at his collar that had been blown by the strong axe wind, and looked at Darius, saying, "You scared my crow." ”

Darius was gasping, heavily, and he stared straight at the damn madman in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

The blade of the axe was only an inch from his neck.

Just an inch, this damn madman can go to hell.

"You're angry, you're going to kill me, okay, come, do it, kill me, come, kill, hurry." Seeing that he did not speak, Svein actually laughed, and he spoke to him, and spoke faster and faster, until at last he roared, and said, "Kill me!! ”

"Kill, do it." His tone lowered again, but his neck leaned forward.

It was just close to touching the bloody blade.

"Give me a reason." Darius finally let go, and he withdrew his axe, so to speak.

He lowered his eyes, he was afraid that he had killed him by accident.

"I said, it's a vent." Svein smiled and summoned his crow back and soothed it.

"What venting?"

"They are full of murderous energy, they are mourning soldiers, if they rush all the way like this, then even if I have the ability to create an army with equal momentum, the victory and defeat are also in the number of five or five, I don't like the number of five or five, I don't do things that I am not sure of, so ......" Svein explained so carefully and so seriously, "I need them to advance and not retreat, but I also need them to enter and never retreat, have you ever heard a sentence?" One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, this is the ancient wisdom of war, and I need them to vent. ”

"Well......" Darius finally calmed down, but he couldn't help but retort, "but...... That's 10,000 people. ”

"What about 10,000 people? What about 100,000 people? Svein sighed and shook his head, "If you can win, don't be stingy, Darius, put away your woman's heart." (To be continued......)

PS: First update.