As the blue-white tulips swirled in the sky of black roses, the sound of sword blades chopping flesh filled the sky.

No one noticed that an unremarkable crow had crossed the snow and descended from the high ground of the table, over the place where a bloody song and dance was being staged, and flew low in circles, finally landing on the shoulder of an unremarkable crow.

And the owner of this shoulder, which should have been unremarkable but glorified by the four bloody axe blades on it and the wide eyeballs, was naturally Svein, who had not been seen since the beginning of this battle.

He was standing on the top of a hidden hill far away from the battlefield, behind him were those strange green magic instruments from Zaun that had directly caused the current situation, and beside him was the Noxian Hand Darius, known as the Noxian Army's highest combat power, a savage man who had always been known for his ferocity and irritability, staring at him, waiting for the latest information.

Facing the burning eyes of Darius, Svein didn't put on a show this time, and after teasing the crow on his shoulder for a moment, he leaned his head close to the dark, seemingly perpetually wallowing bird of conspiracy, and began to emit that strange sound that seemed to overpower the lowest sound in its beak.

The treacherous whispers once again sounded on the snowy mountains, but the black-robed Noxian assassins standing next to the green magic instruments did not show any strange expressions, obviously accustomed to them, they were all members of Svein's henchmen.

The whispering continued for nearly ten minutes before it stopped.

"How?" As soon as Svein stopped communicating with his beloved bird, Darius, who was most impatient, hurriedly asked questions, as if he would vomit blood if he held it any longer.

"The plan seems to be under control, Taidamir has already attacked the rear base camp of the Alvarosa coalition, and after the Karthas is broken, the Alvarosa people have come to support." Svein teased the unremarkable raven with his hand as he frowned, as if something was bothering him.

"It seems?" Although Darius is a little impatient in character, he can be the strongest in the Noxian military department, and he is in the limelight for a while, of course, not only with his hideous axe that drinks countless blood, although his brain is not enough to understand the entire layout of Svein, but he is also not stupid, so he noticed the word "seemingly" in Svein's words.

The word "seemingly" was too vague and variable to have been in Svein's mouth, but the fact that he heard it today meant that things might not have gone as smoothly as he had imagined.

"It seems." Svein nodded, he glanced at the bloody battlefield in the distance at the moment, and his brows furrowed even tighter, "Judging from the information that my little darling brought me, the base camp of the Al-Avarosa coalition is indeed in chaos, and the Alvarossa people are desperate to come to reinforce their queen as I wished, but...... It was really surprising that I could really think of using false momentum to form the illusion of a two-sided attack and force Karthhas to stay behind without giving any plan, but merely misleading Tedamir with words. ”

"You mean it's too smooth?" Darius's mind was a little swollen as he listened, and for a moment he couldn't understand what Svein was talking about, but it probably meant that he thought it was too smooth.

"That's right. It's just too smooth. Svein was still frowning, as if the execution of his entire plan was a very distressing consequence for him, "You must know that according to my analysis of Tydamir, although I misled him before and said that he would take five hundred men to kill Karthus, even if he did bring five hundred men, there is definitely a high probability that he would only bring fifty of them to carry out the simplest decapitation operation, instead of carrying out the current delicate layout, Tydamir is essentially just a tough enough stone. If you want him to kill someone, he definitely only knows how to kill the opponent with a knife, instead of trying to use a trap to make a stone fall and cleverly smash the opponent to death. ”

"There is less than a 5 percent chance of such an outcome in my calculations, and that is when Tydamir suddenly has a convulsion and his brain is enlightened." Svein's implication was that he had no illusions about the possibility.

So the only conclusion is......

"Someone noticed your plan?" Darius was finally able to figure it out by this time.

"I don't know what to do, but the probability of being detected is about 60 percent." Svein rubbed the ugly beak of the crow on his shoulder, but his brow slowly loosened, "It doesn't matter if you see through it, anyway, it's almost time." ”

Darius couldn't react to Svein's leap of thought for a while, one moment he was still worried about whether his plan was seen through, but the next moment he was completely indifferent and began to say things he didn't understand, plus he didn't know what Svein was busy with for a while, and his questions couldn't help but rush out again.

But this time, Svein waved his hand to stop Darius's question, he supported his crutches with both hands, and glanced behind his back, a glimmer of gleam in his eyes, "Now there is one thing for you to do." ”

Hearing Svein's order in such a stinging manner, Driothern was breathless, but in wartime he would never oppose Svein's order, unless he wanted to kill himself, so he could only say a little depressedly: "Tell me, what's the matter." ”

"There's only one way to this high ground, and I think some friends might come, so you'd better not let them bother me." Svein raised his hand and pointed behind him, uttering a vague command.

"Yes, Eyeball." Darius picked up his hideous axe and began to walk backwards, he was used to the mysteries of Svein, but since he said that someone would come, then someone would come.

This has happened like the truth countless times.

Therefore, he carried out without a trace of concern and dissatisfaction.

"But well, when you come back, you have to tell me everything, or I'll kill your ugly bird and roast it." Darius's shouting came intermittently from behind.

Unconcerned about the threat of Darius, Svein took a worm out of his pocket and fed it to the crow on his shoulder, and the message flashed through his mind again:

Nine days earlier, Piltover had sent an elite squad to reinforce Freljord.

As long as this hellish uncertainty is taken care of, then the next ......

"Victory is in sight." The lame man ended up chanting softly.

The cold wind was even more bitter.

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I kept reading my old work until late at night, and suddenly I felt that I was actually writing really good.

It can be regarded as a princess selling melons.

I hope that my brother who is reading this book can go and read the book I wrote before called "Cutting the Blue Sky".

I'm not just writing so-called fanfiction.