The snow-capped barrier of North Freljord shone brightly in the fine sun of Freljord, and the dull thunderous sonic boom in the distance was still audible even from a mountain peak.

Ezreal took a deep breath, trying to maintain the balance of his body so that his body, which had completely simulated the snowy mountain, did not show any flaws.

The runic energy of the whole body was filled last night, enough to support his body to infiltrate the Noxian camp with the whole body simulated, and after using two full loads of endless energy rings to bombard the Noxian camp, the whole body retreated.

As long as he can sneak in safely and silently.

Thinking of this, Ezreal glanced cautiously out of the corner of his eye at the slaughtering Noxus camp below.

The entire camp was built on the frontier of a former Winterclaw subordinate to Sejuani, and judging from the traces of ice and snow erosion on the old buildings scattered throughout the camp, it was clear that those buildings did not belong to this era, and if Chen Senran was here, he would definitely be able to recognize these buildings as belonging to the period of the Freljord Empire.

Because these buildings are all like digging out of a whole mountain rock, and then placed there, rough to death, but also hard and stable to death.

The whole camp can no longer be called a camp, it is more like a city that belonged to that powerful empire hundreds of years ago that has been decorated and resurrected by the Noxian army.

The army of Noxus surrounded the four corners of the city, and used to repair some of the war fortifications that looked old but were in fact of military value, and almost impenetrable the entire perimeter.

And inside, from the glance Ezreal had just glanced, there was an unknown number of men in black robes surrounding the fortress.

It seemed to be the Noxus Death Squad, but as far as Ezreal knew, he was supposed to kill all the members of the active Noxus Death Squad.

So these people are......

And judging from the information transmitted from the latest Hex detection device on his body, these people have some unusual aura on their bodies, which makes these people more than a step stronger than the ordinary Noxus assassination team.

Therefore, their insight must also be above the level, plus there must be a Noxian Grand Summoner hidden in the shadows in this entire city.

So he moved so slowly that it had been nearly four hours since he had climbed over the barrier, and he had only descended a hundred yards, a full hundred yards from the ground.

At this rate, it would be at least dusk before Ezreal could enter the city.

I just hope that Galen's patience will be enough to sustain it until that time.

At that moment a raven came straight from the far side of the sky, and almost in the blink of an eye it was a hundred yards away from Ezreal.

Ezreal hurriedly turned on the runic energy in his whole body, and simulated every joint and artificial skin of his body into the color and breath of the Great Snow Mountain.

The crows brushed by, as if they had found nothing, towards the great military fortress.

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The crow broke through the layers of Noxian black-robed troops like a black wave, burrowed into a window of the great fortress that seemed to have been opened for it, and burst into the endless darkness.

It scurried left and right in the darkness, like an old horse that knew its way, through a seemingly endless labyrinth of passages, and finally flew into a large, dark room, and landed on a mediocre shoulder.

A hand gently stroked the crow's slightly scattered feathers, and a head leaned against the crow's side.

A low whisper began to sound in the dark, large room.

The whispering quickly stopped.

"Still nothing?" General Burnham still sat at the end of the long table, his head crossed with his hands crossed, his long black sword resting on the table, as if he had not moved.

"Yes." Svein looked up and casually took a worm from the pocket of his coat and stuffed it into the crow's mouth.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Svein casually dusted off the crow's feathers on his shoulder, completely oblivious to the presence of Burnham, the supreme leader.

Burnham didn't seem to care about this at all, he didn't even look at the Noxian soldier who pushed the door in, and stared straight ahead with empty eyes, like a pair of old and well-preserved black armor.

"It is reported that Olaf has entered the designated area and has been bombarded thirteen times by unknown enemy weapons, and is not dead." The Noxian soldier who came to report looked at Svein without squinting, and his tone was cold and stiff, "Ask for instructions on the next step." ”

Svein teased the raven on his shoulder for a moment, and casually sent the soldier down, looked at General Burnham, and did not speak.

General Burnham didn't say anything, as if he didn't see Svein looking at him at all, as if his whole soul had gone far away.

"Ahem—" Svein coughed, a cough that rang out abruptly in the empty and dark room, like a thunderclap.

But General Burnham still didn't react anything.

"Actually, I found something else." Svein had to speak, he looked seriously at General Burnham's face hidden behind the dark armor, and said word by word, "The Demacia stormtroopers are gone, and I suspect they have now infiltrated our rear." ”

General Burnham still didn't respond, he seemed to be listening, and he seemed to be continuing to be distracted.

"My men have told me that the bear-people warriors who originally belonged to Sejuani and the people who carried the original Winterclaws with them are not at ease."

Burnham was still noncommittal.

"We're in a precarious position right now, you ......," Svein left a big blank blank as he wanted General Burnham to answer.

There was a long silence, silence so much that the whole large room seemed to freeze in time.

"Oh." The silent general finally spoke, and he only said one word, so lightly and casually that he seemed to have no idea what would definitely affect his entire strategy in the North.

"Oh?" Svein frowned, showing a dissatisfied expression, he thought that he was resourceful and not bad at knowing people, but he followed the serious and silent man in front of him like a general who had been dead for many years, but he never felt that he really understood him.

"You can do whatever you want." General Burnham finally moved, and with a wave of his hand, he told Svein to pull back, as if he was tired.

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I really didn't want to write it, but I'm really embarrassed to make up for it in two days.

The body is really about to collapse, begging for a count.

Slept.