"The good news is that they're finally sending troops."

In the gloomy Noxian tent, Svein, who rarely did not tease the crow, sat behind the desk and looked seriously at a document in front of him.

"And what about the bad news?" Darius lifted the curtain and glanced at the somewhat dreary barracks outside, then turned back to his seat, and said in the same dull way.

"The bad news is that the council has already moved, and now there are 20,000 troops, and more than a thousand grand summoners are waiting on our borders, as long as the big guy in the council who never wants to show his face wave his hand......" Svein made a rare exaggerated wave and smiled, "Noxus may not be Noxus anymore, Haluha." ”

Speaking of the worst, he couldn't help but laugh twice.

"It's not funny at all." Darius muffled, and couldn't help but slam the table hard.

He really couldn't help it, such a long time of doing nothing made him feel like there was a fire burning in his heart.

At this moment, the fire had already burned to his throat, and with just one mouth, he was afraid that he would kill someone.

If it weren't for Svein sitting in front of him, it was someone else.

That man's head is definitely gone.

"Don't be so nervous, relax, the situation is already on our side." Svein was in a relaxed mood, leaning back in his chair, and even began to hum a gloomy tune.

This minor tune is a folk song from Noxus, with no specific key, and even the lyrics are obscure, and it is said that it was composed by a poet who, after killing his wife, cut off his wife's body on a rainy day.

The name is called "The Crow".

"Once upon a time. It's a gloomy midnight.

I meditated alone.

Meditate on those outlandish and long-forgotten rumors.

There was a knock on my door, and I stood up.

Suddenly I heard the crow chirping.

Quack, quack, quack.

What is that?

Is it the blood of a maiden flying in the air?

Or is it the prostitute's vagina that expands infinitely in the night?

Ah, it's a crow.

It's chirping.

Quack, quack. Wail. ”

Quack, quack, quack.

The crows are really chirping.

It flew in from outside the tent and landed on Svein's shoulder, croaking as if begging for a reward.

Svein smiled merrily, took a worm out of his pocket, and fed it to the crow's mouth with a look that was almost like a father seeing a child.

Then he brought his ear closer to the crow's beak.

The next moment a thin whisper sounded in the tent.

The whisper was extremely gloomy. It's like some kind of evil spell.

It's like that obscure tune again.

The whole tent was immersed in an extremely eerie atmosphere.

Leaving Darius to sit there alone, expressionless.

After a long time, Svein looked up at Darius.

"Bad news?" Darius was already a little unsure of what expression to use to express his feelings, so he was just expressionless.

"On the contrary, good news." Svein stroked the crow's head and narrowed his eyes, "Our great Mr. Vincent has arrived. It's time to give him a grand meeting ceremony. ”

"You say...... Vincent? Darius's face finally regained expression, and he frowned. Silent and silent.

"Vincent." Svein nodded.

Ghost-faced Shura.

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Ghost-faced Shura is now sitting in a gloomy temple.

His axe was dripping blood.

Drop by drop.

In front of him lay quietly corpses all over the ground, and not a single one escaped for his life.

All of them were easily killed, leaving their lives forever in this unknown temple.

The bloody aura of the sky and the corpses that could not be seen clearly in the darkness turned this temple, which was still somewhat mysterious, into an eerie and evil atmosphere.

This is the first prey that Draven has been exploring for so many days.

Not a single one left.

Draven shook the blood stain from the blade of his axe and began to walk out without looking back.

This Noxian reconnaissance team of fifty people resting in the temple. After being discovered by Draven, it was slaughtered in the shortest possible time.

There is no live mouth.

Therefore, it is impossible to reveal their whereabouts.

Next, as long as the operation is good, then their reconnaissance team can smoothly blend into the inner abdomen of Noxus.

Moreover, this team is still relatively rich in supplies, which makes up for the supplies that Draeven and they have begun to lack.

Everything came just right.

Looks like God is helping me.

Draven took a deep breath at the sunlight coming in from outside the temple. It's a great day to kill.

In such weather, the blood dries up very quickly.

The captain of the hundred-person team of "Vincent ......" saw Draven coming out of the temple, and hurriedly greeted him, and said very cautiously.

He wasn't surprised that Vincent was able to deal with those Noxians, he was just afraid of the murderous aura that would blow him up after killing people......

"Go ahead, clean it up, I haven't damaged their clothes, I'll peel them off, you should know what I'm going to do, right?" Draven's tone was still indifferent, and that kind of cold look didn't look like he was looking at a person at all, but a corpse.

"Yes, yes, totally." The captain nodded in trepidation, and with a wave of his hand back, a group of men sprang out of the nearby woods and followed him into the temple.

That kind of tired look, it's really terrifying to Draingne.

Draven didn't care, just blocked the door of the entire temple, and stretched out again.

It's spring, it's so good.

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Spring.

What does spring look like on the sea?

Puerto Rico looked at the blue sea and took a deep breath, the sun was setting in the distance.

What a beautiful twilight.

It would be even better if we had another salmon slice and a glass of Poseidon breath on the rocks.

Thinking of this, Puerto Rico couldn't help but glance at the somewhat old leather scroll in his hand.

It's really unexpected, I didn't expect that person to be his person, and I really didn't expect that he would have such a terrible plan.

That man......

Puerto Rico couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the man's back.

But then he remembered the whole plan, as long as it succeeded, then from now on, I, Puerto Rico, will be the real king!!

O king......

What a beautiful spring.

He sighed deeply, clenching the old scroll in his hand as if he had grasped his entire life.

This is the key to the throne. (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.

There is no third update.

Too tired to sleep.