As the heavy gates slowly closed, the back of the last Noxian soldier was completely locked out of the fortress.

In just ten minutes, nearly 15,000 Noxian soldiers were quickly transported to the battlefield outside, huddled in that narrow and cramped canyon, waiting for a death with no way back but to charge.

Except for the Noxians who surrounded the entire city at the edge of the camp, there were not many Noxians in the entire city, but the remnants of the original Winterclaws who had been incorporated would patrol the entire city.

This is exactly the equivalent of handing over one's hinterland to a group of enemies......

"Why are you agreeing to the terms of those damned bears and savages?" High up in the city, an adjutant tried to explain something to Svein, "You should know that their so-called reluctance to use knives against the old leader is complete bullshit, and these damn dog mongrels should be sent to their deaths, not our own people." Saying this, he once again glanced at the dense and countless Noxian soldiers under the city, and gritted his teeth in anger.

"You're questioning me?" Svein didn't make any excuses, didn't even glance at the agitated adjutant, just stroked the crow's feathers on his shoulders as he looked at the chaotic coalition forces further afield.

"You...... I have every right to sue you after the war against you for conspiracy against the interests of Noxus. The lieutenant choked for a moment, but then he roared again like a chicken blood, "You should at least keep those damned bears and barbarians in check, and not let them roam our territory." "His behavior is actually a bold offense, even in Noxus, which has always been judged by its strength, such behavior is enough to make him die ten times, because Svein is so much stronger than him, but he is still yelling.

"I don't need you to teach me how to do it." Svein didn't seem to be angry, he still stroked the crow's feathers and said, "If you say enough will get out of here, I'm in a very bad mood right now, very bad, and I don't mind cutting off your head right now and sending it back to His Excellency the KGB as a morning, so that he can see how brave and ...... his men are Stupidity. ”

There was no excitement or murderous intent in his words, and he maintained a soothing and low tone from beginning to end, completely like a nobleman reciting poetry, not a chief of staff who was saying murderous words on the battlefield.

But the adjutant still retreated, the flush of excitement on his face was receding, and he began to regret a little that he had just done something just because he had received a sentence from His Excellency the KGB, you can do whatever you want, and he dared to yell at Svein like that, he knew that this damn cripple in front of him was on the battlefield of Ionia in this tone, killing 200,000 local natives and thirteen old Noxian generals who dared to disobey his orders without blinking an eye.

Svein didn't even look at the retreating dog-like lieutenant, and he continued to tease the crow on his shoulder, as if he didn't care at all how much the dissidents in the city behind him would surprise him.

No one knows what he's thinking.

The crow on his shoulder squawked, and suddenly flew up and rushed into the cramped canyon, as if smelling blood.

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"So, is Svein starting to suspect us?"

Because half of the troops were withdrawn, it seemed a little empty in the old city of the Freljord Empire, and now in the Noxus barracks, in an inconspicuous corner, someone whispered.

The man who spoke was a rough man in a rudimentary armor of thick fur mixed with messy metal, and it was already clear from his attire that he was an authentic Northern Freljord barbarian, the old part of Sejuani.

"No, it should be said...... He was suspicious of us all the time. The voice was very low and heavy, at first glance it sounded like the sound of those strange void thunderbolts in the southern mountains of Freljord, but the speaker's speech was a little unclear, or rather, the speaker was a little unskilled in speaking, and a little less human.

Like the roar of some kind of beast.

And in fact, it is not a human being who speaks, oh, it should be said that it is not a thorough human being, because its erect body and human-like posture are still human-like.

As for the rest of the ...... For example, its delicate, smooth white hair, its claws on its limbs, and its hideous head with the obvious characteristics of a bear all prove that it should be a ...... Bear.

Of course, the barbarian of Freljord who was talking to it would not think that he was talking to a stupid bear, and he clearly knew what kind of terrifying combat power and ...... this one with a pair of terrifying wild eyes that radiated thunder and light Wisdom.

Because this plan was made by this great bear-man warrior named Volibel, who had almost defeated their king Sejuani.

"Then he'll keep us in the city......" The Winterclaw Warrior, who had a little bit of a brain, began to wonder what Svein meant, but vaguely felt that the terrible man with a lame foot must have some kind of hindsight.

"He must be afraid that we will turn against us at the moment of departure." The warrior of the bear-people, Volibel hammered his fists in the rare good sunlight of Freljord, the sunlight shone its fur faintly golden light, and with its pair of eyes that people never dare to look at directly, it faintly had a calm and trustworthy power, "Moreover, he is not ......"

Before it could finish its sentence, it was interrupted by the sound of low, swift footsteps.

Volibel quickly passed by the Winterclaw warriors, who had been whispering to him a moment earlier, like strangers, and walked towards the group of Noxians who were walking towards him as if nothing had happened.

In fact, what it was just about to talk about was this group of Noxians who were walking towards it, led by a Noxian mid-level officer, and followed by the group of Noxian black-clothed warriors who had been reinforced a few days ago, and Svein used to monitor their strength.

Voliber passed by the mid-ranking officer without squinting, but when it passed by some black-clothed samurai, it subconsciously wrinkled its pair of eyebrows, which were not good-looking and a little hideous.

The subconscious told it that this group of guys was going to be extremely tricky.

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Kavinka's is a bit chaotic, it's a bit big, and it's a little hard to write.

If you find any bugs, tell me and I'll fix them in time.

After all, the six-line operation will inevitably miss a lot of things.