What's going on?

Time pushed back three minutes ago.

Svein and Darius sensed the moment of attack.

In just an instant, the two quickly came to an agreement, and Darius simply retrieved the blazing torch that was about to hit the lead, handed it to Svein, and then strode out of the chariot with the vicious giant axe beside him.

This is a tacit understanding that does not require verbal communication, and years of fighting side by side have made the most reasonable arrangement of the strongest weapons and brains of Noxus in an instant.

Obviously, the group of people outside can deal with the forty elite Noxus assassination team members left behind on the periphery in one breath, and their strength is definitely not to be underestimated.

Then it would be a great risk to light the fuse at this time, not to mention whether Darius could kill all those people outside in a very short time, as long as he was dragged by the other party for a little longer, then Svein and Darius could only stay here and be buried.

Not to mention, if the opponent's strength is so strong that Darius can't kill them, then they will only be left with two options: stubbornly defending or falling short.

Svein doesn't care about the glory and interests of Noxus, but that guy Darius will definitely fight to the death, so Svein will lose a lot of things, first those guys in the Noxian military department who have long looked at themselves unpleasantly will pull themselves down from the position of general staff of the General Staff Department, and then because of the loss of Darius, his biggest ally in the military department, he will be completely marginalized, or exiled again.

Although Svein was absolutely confident that he could recover again within three years with his strength, the general might even continue to use himself because he was eager to launch an offensive against Freljord.

However, Svein never liked to do things that were not efficient.

So he chose to let Darius hand the torch to him, and wait and see what happened for the time being.

Another advantage of this is that a bomb that is not lit actually has an advantage over a bomb that is lit at this time.

The enemy will not go crazy for the time being, and will even be more afraid of the results that will happen after ignition and give themselves more chances.

The only question now is what the group of people outside is coming from, if it is the Avarosa people, they must have reacted too quickly, and the strength of the layout that should belong to the Demacian side should not be so strong.

But the guess was never answered, so Svein, after checking the whole cave layout again, limped with his cane and took the torch and the lead towards the mouth of the cave.

At this time, the snow outside was so heavy that it was almost impossible to step out, and the dense snowflakes made it almost impossible to see what was outside the hole.

Even the smell of blood, which should have been scattered everywhere, was barely smellable because of the fierce wind and snow.

Darius stood at the edge of the vast expanse of snow, his scarlet cloak hunting in the endless wind.

He held his breath with his axe, as if he were looking at someone.

It wasn't until Svein was two yards behind him that he could faintly see the corpses that were about to be covered in the snow in the endless wind and snow outside, and the enemies who were standing motionless in the snow.

A faint moonlight leaked through the dense snow curtain, reflecting two vague silhouettes standing brilliantly in the wind and snow.

It wasn't two people, but two guns, two guns that were unruly and motionless.

A spear, a paulownia spear, a paulownia spear sharp enough to pierce the sky.

A dragon lance, a steel dragon lance, a steel dragon lance thick enough to penetrate the earth.

Seeing these two guns, even if he only saw a vague silhouette, Svein had already guessed who the person was coming, even if it was gloomy, he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise and solemnity.

Because the person who came was none other than Demacia, who was in no way inferior in force to Demacia's power Galen, and Galen was called the other two of the three heroes of Demacia, Zhao Xin, the governor of Demacia, and Jiawen IV, the prince of Demacia.

What was on Svein's mind now was not what they were doing here, but what was going to happen next.

Although Svein had captured Gavin IV alive with family planning, he had watched Zhao Xin struggle like a dead dog in the arena of Noxus.

But it was precisely this that made him know what terrible consequences the appearance of these two men would have.

Darius is truly a brave man, and even if he faces both of them at the same time, he will definitely not be defeated.

But the Demacian Dreadnought Stormtroopers behind them are definitely not vegetarians, so it is impossible to complete the explosion mission.

They want to flee.

How to escape?

Svein clenched the torches and fuses in his hands, and now, the only hole cards he held were the fierce magic explosives of the cave behind him.

And the only good news is that the people of Avarosa should not have discovered their own backhand, but it can't be delayed for too long, although the layout over there is a little worse, but it will definitely not be too bad, I believe that the other party will react quickly, and even on the way.

It has to be done quickly.

Just as Svein was thinking about whether to directly ignite these fiery magic explosives to create escape conditions, Darius had already raised his hideous giant axe and pointed it at Zhao Xin, he pulled the corner of his mouth and said fiercely: "Zhao Xin, this time, you won't have the good luck of the last time." ”

Obviously, the madman Darius was ready to fight to the death.

This is not good news for Svein.

Just as he was about to say something.

Zhao Xin had already drawn his gun in his hand, and he watched Darius point his spear at it.

This is Zhao Xin's answer.

Needless to say, if you want to fight, you will fight.

How could Darius withstand such a provocation, almost the moment the other party drew his spear, he tore through the wind and snow like an unstoppable chariot and charged away, like a fierce tiger.

Svein could only watch Darius go berserk without a word.

Perhaps, he can restrain this mad tiger on the battlefield, but in such a so-called battle for men's honor.

Darius always followed the belief that glory is my life.

The next moment, the monstrous giant axe that tore through everything slashed at the paulownia spear.

In the air, the light was like lightning.

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