When it's completely dark.

Ezreal finally descended to the very bottom of the barrier, his feet already on the latest snow that had accumulated last night.

The silence around was terrifying, and the black-clothed men who had been deeply feared by Ezreal shrank into the fortress for some reason.

The city was now left with only a few seemingly weak-looking barbarians and bear-like creatures patrolling the city, and they had gone five minutes earlier.

It's a good opportunity.

Thinking so, Ezreal was about to attack the gates, which were less than three hundred yards away from him.

With just one blow, this impregnable fortress can be completely pierced from the inside.

But just as Ezreal was about to make a move, his extremely sophisticated Hex's sound collector picked up some footsteps.

Extremely low, extremely fast.

Trained.

Ezreal suddenly decided to wait a little longer.

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The huge camp that falls at night, on the other side of the former city.

The night hides the massive body of the bear-man warrior as if it were some terrifying ancient beast.

"You say, is this a chance they're deliberately giving us?" Volibel opened his thunderous eyes, which could tear everything apart even in such a dark night, as if he were talking to someone else, as if he were talking to himself.

The black-clad patrols of the Noxians were all recalled to the interior of the fortress before half a hour of magic, leaving only a tiny number of soldiers, barely a tenth of the combined forces of the Bear-People and Winterclaws forces, to patrol outside.

It's almost like relinquishing control of the entire city.

"I think we should do it." There is only one thought in the minds of the barbarian warriors who are completely confused about the mess, and that is. Fight while they're not there.

The rabbit in front of you will go hungry at night if you don't catch it, this is a truth that has been passed down for hundreds of years by the Winterclaw tribe.

"Then do it." Volibel said. No further refutations, no further thoughts. He just looked at the huge fortress that was hidden in the darkness from afar, and raised his claws high.

Svein, let me see what terrible things you have hidden waiting for me.

"Boom-" Just as Volibel's strong, sharp claws were about to be lowered, a violent thud interrupted him.

The next moment, the direction of the city gate in the distance lit up with a sky-high fire.

And almost at the same moment, the area that belonged to the outskirts of the camp, the edge of the original city, also resounded with an undulating roar. The sound of swords, and the sound of blood.

The sudden explosion of all kinds of sounds and fires in the extremely quiet night is like an opera that suddenly begins.

belongs to this doomed and extraordinary night, the opening play.

"It seems to be...... Someone got ahead of us. Volibel smiled as he looked at the chaotic fires that lit up everywhere and gradually tore through the night.

"What do we do now?" The barbarians, who didn't want to go hungry, snorted through the cold air, and their eyes were more intense than those flames.

He wanted to eat meat.

"What should I do?" Volibell patted his pair of sharp and strong claws, and a toothy grin rolled with thunder in his eyes, and he roared in the dark night fire. "Fateful Arrangement !!"

"Boom—" Another loud roar came from the distant city gate.

And where no one could see, a black figure flashed into the seemingly impenetrable fortress at an extremely fast speed.

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"The war has begun." On the snow at the end of the canyon outside the fort, Galen shook the wind-blown snow off his shoulders. Calmly drew his dreadnought greatsword from the ground.

Intense fires and violent explosions came densely from the end of the canyon from the previous minute.

The door opened.

It's time to get your hands dirty.

"Everybody obeys." Galen raised his dreadnought greatsword.

The dreadnought greatsword whined in the growing night wind, and the hum echoed through the mouth of the canyon like a battle trumpet.

All the warriors on standby at the mouth of the gorge stood up.

"Do you think that damn lightwave ball still has the strength?" Unable to disagree with the order, Tedamir also drew his sword and looked at the place at the end of the endless darkness where the flames began to ignite.

There was something there that knocked him out in the snow countless times. A powerful magical weapon belonging to Zaun.

"I can't care so much." Galen raised his sword and looked at everyone through the thick darkness.

"Don't keep people? They ...... "Ash the Talking." She said this and glanced at the deep snow beneath her feet.

The so-called them are naturally the three missing people. One of them doesn't matter, and the other two, whichever one comes out alive will have a big impact on the whole situation.

"And I think Ezreal would be very angry if Caitlyn was gone, and though he probably didn't know what it was to be angry, ......" Vicky, the female hooligan of Picheng leaning against the ice wall with her fists in her hands, said a little indifferently, "he won't let you have a good time." ”

It won't make you feel better.

A very serious word.

But Galen did not refute, nor did he react in any other way, and he was silent in the wind and snow for about three seconds.

Then, he shook his sword violently and shouted at the place where the fire was burning: "Attack!! ”

"Knock-" The whole army stomped on the ground.

All the army, sortie.

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It's still the mouth of the canyon.

The third minute after the all-army sortie.

Where Galen raised his sword and gave the order, two hands suddenly broke through the snow.

A slender and powerful woman's hand, a strong and stout man's hand.

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When all the surging undercurrents burst out all at once in the silent night.

Inside the fortress.

In that room covered in snow and ice.

There are no lights.

General Burnham still sat in the darkness at the end of the long table, holding his head unmoving.

The cold frost on his body still hadn't faded.

He didn't care about the chaos and carnage out there that might have broken all of his northern layout.

I don't care at all. He didn't have any intention of settling the situation or being the abbot.

He seems to have come to the North only to wait for someone.

He had already seen the first man, and after leaving a lot of frost, he didn't know where he went.

And the second person, the one he is about to meet.

That person should ......

"Squeak-" at this time.

The frost-covered door, which had been tightly closed, was slowly pushed open.

Pushing it away was a pair of powerful hands covered in twisted magic patterns. (To be continued......)

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