Arthur fumbled his staff with his palm, and he saw in the Endless Eye that outside the valley mouth, a steady stream of enemy reinforcements was pouring in.

It must be said that this time, they completed a beautiful raid, they managed to destroy one of the enemy's bases, killed more than 2,000 enemies, and the enemy's ability to escape was almost negligible.

They have done the job perfectly.

But now Fiona wants to tow the cannon away, which brings uncertainty to the mission.

He could understand Fiona's eagerness to convince Galen, but was it a joke to drag a cannon away for this?

Is this the stubbornness in the bones of the Demacians?

These damn Demacians don't have even the slightest turn in their brains.

Arthur shook his head helplessly at this stupidity, and it seemed that he still had to do it himself.

Otherwise, the whole retreat is bound to become a joke.

He stepped forward, the staff in his hand pointed downward, and the Pym particle ray at the front of the staff emitted a visible beam of light, shining on the cannon on the ground waiting to be transported, and then in front of everyone's eyes, the cannon on the ground disappeared directly in place with the cart, turning into a volume like a toy model, Arthur waved his staff again, and the invisible mage's hand copied up from the ground, grabbed the shrunken cannon and cart and handed it to Fiona's hand.

Fiona was dumbfounded as she watched as the toy-like cannon was shoved into her hands.

She clenched her hands unconsciously, and then opened them again, her eyes staring at what she was doing, yes, it was indeed the cannon she saw just now, but now, the huge size just now, at this time, was lying obediently in her hands like a toy.

She even subconsciously pinched herself with her fingers to make sure what she saw in her eyes was not the truth.

No matter who you are, you will subconsciously doubt everything that is happening in front of you.

This is the mage?

This is the Mage!

"Why don't you retreat quickly, what are you waiting for?"

Arthur said angrily.

At this time, Fiona seemed to wake up from the shock just now,

"Yes, yes, get out!"

"Retreat!"

The loud order that followed sounded more like she was hiding her gaffe.

Lose face!

It's a real shame.

Thinking back to her gaffe just now, the long-legged beauty Fiona was embarrassed, and she turned her face and gave Arthur a fierce look, but this glance did not make Arthur afraid at all, but added a touch of charm to the heroic beauty's heroic spirit. Soon, curiosity took over her mind again.

Arthur's mage tricks are really more and more magical every time, and along the way, they have subverted the perception of beautiful women again and again. Speaking of which, Fiona is also a well-known family in the capital of Demacia, and she has been well-informed since she was a child, but she has never seen a magical mage like Arthur.

Every time, it seems to be challenging the limits of human cognition.

She'd even seen a mage before, and she had traveled all over the place, learning and challenging from place to place, but she had never seen a mage like this.

Could it be that this little mage in front of her is the kind of hero favored by fate?

Come to think of it, it is really possible that with this little mage's side, as far as she knows, every event is far-reaching.

It's really like the patron of those legendary gods.

Those who stand on the cusp of the times, the kind of people who are destined to push the wheel of history with their own strength.

The kind of guy who has been preached in the mouths of the troubadours of the continent for thousands of years!

Once such a thought was generated, it could no longer be dismissed, and Arthur became more and more mysterious in her eyes, as if she wanted to carry some kind of aura.

In a short period of time, her perception of Arthur changed dramatically.

In this way, of course, she will not shout at Arthur like before.

"Let's retreat! Mr. Mage. ”

"Let's bring the victory back to Jean Dele."

"Oh, really?"

But Arthur did not reply angrily.

"But I don't think our enemies will make it so easy for us."

The next moment, Fiona immediately understood why Arthur was talking like this, and from the mouth of the southern valley, Noxian reinforcements poured in like a tidal wave.

In the distance, an excited voice sounded in mid-air:

"Oh, look, it's Demacia, it seems that I am so lucky, you are finally willing to come out of your tortoise shell!"

Then before the words fell, a strange sound came from the direction of the valley mouth, and then immediately after, there was a chaos in the cavalry formation under Fiona, as if something did not know something, and got into the cavalry formation, the horses neighed, the formation was chaotic, and the cavalry was killed by something on their backs.

It seems that after a long time, people saw it again, a light smashed through the military formation, flashed through the air, and it turned out to be a spinning flying axe, like a hurricane, passing through the cavalry formation, with a sound like a whirlwind whistling, and then flew straight out of the air dozens of meters away, only to spin, turn the direction and fly back along the original road again.

Coming and going, a V-shaped flesh passage was carved out of the Demacian cavalry.

What a terrifying murder weapon!

The new enemy had not yet appeared, but a long-range blow disrupted the retreat of the Demacian cavalry, and hundreds of cavalry fell under the blades of the axes.

The valiant cavalry of Demacia, who had just fought a beautiful raid, were like lambs to the slaughter in front of this suddenly appeared master.

"Haha, let me see who this is!"

At this time, the voice from just now appeared again, this time in the formation of Demacia's cavalry.

The axe swirled and stirred through the array, and everywhere it went, people flipped on their backs.

At the same time, this guy is still screaming excitedly,

"Oh, so it was you? Fiona! ”

"I know you, the daughter of the Laurent family of Demacia, haha, a good opponent, I heard that you also have a good nickname, called Peerless Sword Queen?!"

"Come on!"

"Let's fight fairly, and let these miscellaneous fish all die!"

His axe swirled in the air, rushing left and right around the cavalry, splattering blood everywhere it went, some even on his own face, but the more he did, the more he could feel the pleasure, the sound of the blade cutting through bones and tendons, to him, like the most beautiful music in the world.

Killing and death, beginning and ending, are so unified in this moment.

That's power!

The power that determines everything!

Oh, you can't feel this wonderful!

The guy walked with light steps, between the flying swords and blades around him.

It seems that he is not fighting, but enjoying a feast of blood.

"Draven!"

Fiona squeezed the words out of her teeth.

"Damn! It's him. ”

Fiona knew that this bastard, one of the most famous murderers in Noxus, was accompanied by rivers of blood every time he appeared, and in Demacia, he and his brother Darius were equally notorious for being scoundrels with the blood of the Demacians on their hands.

At the same time, he is also a well-known warrior in the Noxian army, and he is famous on the mainland for his flying axe.

Today this man is here.

This time everyone's retreat is in danger!

The Noxian soldiers brought by Draven are not far away, about to join the warband.

With a stumbling thud, Fiona drew her sword, and she had to step forward to stop him.

"Mr. Mage! If I could, I would like to ask you to help me bring them back, I know you have a way, they are the best warriors, they don't deserve to die here. ”