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In a palatial room, the soft bed, the dim magic lights, and the ketones looming under the sexy gown add a touch of glamour to the atmosphere.

Cassiopeia looked at the barbarian diplomat in front of her charmingly, her heart full of pride and disdain. Even the barbarians from the bitter cold land still couldn't resist her beauty and succumbed to the temptation of beauty.

Hazarmara's heart is in the midst of a war between heaven and man, with his own city-state on one side and the naked interests of "chiluo" on the other, and he can only choose one of the two. He raised his head and looked at the stunning beauty in front of him, his abdomen suddenly became hot, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and suddenly thought of the tribal holy weapon that he had swallowed privately.

Hazarmara didn't want to embezzle the munitions at first, but when he learned that there were tribal artifacts hidden in the munitions, he began to covet them.

It was a military item packed in a stone box with the opening sealed with coagulated grease, and when the tribe sent it, it was only explained that it was necessary to have extremely high military merit to be able to redeem it, but it did not explain what it contained.

Hazarmala did not dare to open the stone box without authorization, so he pressed it to the bottom of the munitions, and gradually forgot about the storage of the stone box as time passed.

When he learned that Mogro Pass had been attacked, Hazarmara sensed that something was wrong, so he hurriedly packed his munitions and prepared to flee in the chaos when he broke through the pass. The most valuable munitions were naturally Hazarmara's choice, and just as he was rummaging through the cabinets, the stone box that he had forgotten for a long time appeared in front of his eyes again. At this time, where did he still manage the rules, thinking that if there was really something important in this stone box, I would not blame the tribe if I kept it. But when he melted the solidified grease and opened the stone box to see the contents inside, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Hazarmara did not expect that lying inside this stone box was a rough gray and white short sword like a stone, and the surface of this long sword was vividly engraved with snake threads, and if you didn't look closely, you would think that the stone box contained a petrified long snake.

As a diplomat of Freljord, Hazarmara had a high status and power in the city-state, and he also knew something about some secret things, and he recognized this strange petrified serpent sword as a cursed artifact legendary in the tribe at the first glance.

No one knows where this snake sword came about, only that this sword has mysterious powers, but because this power is too evil and difficult to control, the tribe (harmony) lists this snake sword as taboo and seals it in some unknown place.

Hazarmara had always thought that this was just a legend among the tribes, but he didn't expect that this cursed holy weapon really existed, and now it was lying quietly in his hands.

In fact, even if Hazarmara is greedy, he will not risk being punished by the tribe to covet this ominous cursed holy weapon, not to mention that it was in the midst of war at that time, and it was too late to escape, where would he still think about what benefits he would be greedy for, so after taking away the most valuable military supplies as much as possible, Hazarmala threw away the cumbersome stone box, hid this cursed holy weapon close to his body, and escaped with the rebel army.

The Noxian army aimed to capture Mogro Pass, and they did not have the spare forces to chase down the escapees, so Hazarmara escaped from the pass without danger, and was eventually rescued by Link on the way with the wounded soldiers and other diplomats.

What Hazarmara didn't know was that the tribe sealed the cursed holy weapon in the stone box not to hide people's eyes, but to block the evil power of the holy weapon. Subtly, the dark side of his personality gradually rises and begins to dominate his thinking and actions.

Hazarmara did not know that he had been affected by the evil power of the holy weapon, and he looked at the beauty in front of him, and the impulse in his heart became more and more difficult to suppress, and finally he could not help it, and took out an object tightly wrapped in animal skin from his bosom.

"This is a holy artifact, with magical powers, as long as you dare to swear to the holy artifact that you will never betray me, I will tell you the secrets of the clan."

Cassiopea's watery phoenix eyes concealed a flickering coldness. She had also heard a little about the barbarian barbarian spells, but she didn't pay attention to them. Once you get what you want, the person in front of you has no use value, and you can solve it at any time, and when the time comes, when the person dies, and then snatches the holy weapon and destroys it, where will you be afraid of what oath curse.

Cassiopeia said the oath casually, and when she said the last word, she didn't know if it was an illusion, she seemed to feel the petrified snake sword move, and when she subconsciously blinked her eyes to see clearly, there was nothing unusual.

After telling the secret of the clan, Hazarmara not only did not have the slightest sense of guilt, but felt the heat of his body becoming more and more obvious, just when he couldn't help but want to be hungry and pounced, the closed door was suddenly violently slammed open, and before Hazarmara could react, several Noxian soldiers in armor rushed in and took him away.

After Hazarmara was taken away, the petrified serpent sword naturally fell into Cassiopea's hands.

Cassiopaia carefully observed for a while, and cautiously asked someone to reach out and touch it, or drip blood for testing, but the petrified snake sword did not react at all, and the fear in her heart suddenly disappeared a lot.

Cassiopeia can be called the flower of diplomacy, in addition to her beauty and ruthless mind, prudence is also the way she can stay left and right among the powerful and save her life. After careful consideration, Cassiopeia decided to put the artifact away first, and then release Hazarmara to interrogate the curse after the great event had been successful.

Hazarmara didn't know that he had been deceived at this time, but no matter how angry he screamed, it was useless, and he was finally rudely thrown into the secret room under the embassy cellar by these Noxian soldiers.

Hazarmala fell into a daze, and just as he struggled to get up, suddenly an iron hand came from behind and stuck his throat, pinching his face and instantly swelling and red, and his mouth was open and almost breathless.

Hazarmara barely turned his head, his eyes glazed in disbelief as he saw the face of the Noxian soldier behind him.

"Yes, it's you!" Hazarmala struggled to spit the words out of her throat.

The man didn't mean to answer at all, the strength in his hands gradually increased, Hazarmara's pinched eyes began to roll upwards to reveal the whites of his eyes, and the strength of his hands and feet struggled weaker and weaker, and finally he heard a crisp click, and Hazarmala's head showed an abnormal twisted angle.

Hazarmara's body was dumped in the dark corner of the chamber, and as the portal closed and the only light source was completely cut off, no one could have imagined that Freljord's diplomat had died in a secret room in the Noxian embassy.

Several Noxian soldiers walked out of the secret room and took off their helmets, if the bayonets and others could be recognized at a glance here, the Noxian soldier who pinched Hazarmara to death with one hand was Mocha, the Recruiter who had fought in the sewers.

"Begin, we must shut down the judgment of the council before dawn." Joyce took off his cumbersome armor and put on a loose robe.

The soldiers next to him, without exception, were disguised as conscripts, and after taking off their armor, they walked out of the cellar and stepped into the banquet hall that was bright all night, led by Mocha.

Several conscripts entered the banquet hall, and the crowd immediately attracted the attention of most of the people, and Mocha's fierce eyes swept through the crowd, and the corners of his mouth suddenly opened into a hideous grin.

"The real feast is now on!"

Mocha took a step, and the big palm of the fan grabbed the current envoy wearing Ionian clothing like a chicken, raised it high and slammed it to the ground, only to hear a bang, and immediately his brain burst out, and he died on the spot.

The red and white objects are splashed everywhere, and they look particularly striking against the backdrop of the smooth ground that can illuminate the appearance of people.

"Ahh The screams resounded throughout the hall in an instant, the crowd fled in panic, and the originally staggered banquet suddenly fell into chaos.

"Guards, where are the guards!" Several powerful people in high positions shouted calmly, but after waiting for a while, no guards came, and they looked around blankly, but the guards who were now stationed outside the door did not know when they disappeared, not even the magnates to whom Noxus belonged.

The magnate wanted to shout something, but when he opened his mouth, he was really speechless, just kept gurgling, and when he looked closely, he didn't know when a bloody opening opened in his throat, and blood and air leaked out of the severed trachea.

Dressed in a tight-fitting suit, the ronin walked through the crowd step by step with a sword in his hand, and with the flickering of cold light that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, every step he took was bound to kill one person, and all of them were killed by a blow with a cut in the throat.

"You guys are too slow to kill, so let me come." A strangely dressed woman with red and blue eyes shook her thin waist and fat buttocks like a water snake and walked towards the center of the hall.

When he saw the woman come out, Mocha's face changed suddenly, not only him, but also the other recruiters around him, as if they had seen something terrible, and they all retreated, retreating in the opposite direction to the woman.

"Damn it!" Mocha cursed secretly, and when he turned his head, Joyce, who had been standing beside him, had already run to the door of the hall, and ran out without looking back, surround the fleeing guests outside.

Degree is Mocha's shortcoming, when he just ran to the door, there was a terrible scream from behind, he scolded, covered his ears with both hands and pounced, but it was still a little slower, and was affected by the scream, and the burly body hit the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

When Mocha finally got rid of the feeling of dizziness and tightness in his chest and got up, the hall behind him completely turned into a Shura field, dozens of guests were all dead, blood flowed out of the seven orifices at the same time, and the skin on the surface was swollen and red like edema, and a large amount of blood mixed with pieces of meat and organ fragments would burst out with a slight pinch of blood.

The corpse at the feet of the enchanter was even more unbearable, not only the flesh and organs, but also the bones were shattered by the frequent sound waves, and the corpse could not even distinguish its original appearance except for the clothes on its body.