let go of my anne

The sunny Freljord shines brightly on the snow-covered North Freljord Barrier, and the dull thunder-like sonic boom in the distance is still clear even if it is separated by a mountain peak. smell.

Ezreal took a deep breath, trying to maintain the balance of his figure, so that his body that had completely simulated the snow mountain would not reveal any flaws.

The rune energy of the whole body was full last night, enough to support his body to sneak into the Noxus camp under the condition of full-body mimicry, and after bombarding the Noxus camp with two full-load endless energy rings, the whole body And retreat.

As long as he can sneak in safely and silently.

Thinking of this, Ezreal carefully glanced at the brutal Noxus camp below from the corner of his eye.

The entire camp was established on a forward position of Winter's Claw that used to belong to Sejuani. Judging from the traces of ice and snow erosion on the old buildings scattered throughout the camp, those buildings obviously did not belong to this era. , if Chen Senran was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that these buildings belonged to the period of the Freljord Empire.

Because, all these buildings seem to be dug out from a whole piece of rock, and then placed there, rough to death, but also hard and stable to death.

In fact, the entire 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 was decorated and revived by the Noxus army.

The army of Noxus surrounded the four corners of the entire city tightly, and used and repaired some old-looking war fortifications that actually had military value, making the entire periphery almost impenetrable.

As for its interior, judging from the glimpse Ezreal had just seen, there were an unknown number of people in black robes surrounding that fortress.

That seemed to be the Noxus assassination team, but as far as Ezreal knew, what he killed that day should be all members of the active Noxus assassination team.

So these people are...

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

So their insight must be above the standard, and there must be a Noxus Grand Summoner hiding in the dark in the entire city.

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

According to this speed, at least at dusk, it is possible for Ezreal to enter this city.

I only hope that Galen's patience is enough to last until then.

At this time, a crow rushed straight from the distant horizon, almost a hundred yards away from Ezreal in the blink of an eye.

Ezreal quickly activated the rune energy of his whole body, simulating every joint and every piece of artificial skin into the color and breath of the Snow Mountain.

The crows brushed past each other and headed straight for the huge military fortress without seeming to notice anything.

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The crow broke through layers of Noxian black-robed troops like black waves, got into a window of the huge fortress that seemed to be specially opened for it, and rushed into the boundless darkness.

It dashed left and right in the darkness nimbly, like an old horse that knows its way, passed through seemingly endless passages like a maze, and finally flew into a large and dark room and landed on the ground. On an unremarkable shoulder.

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

Low whispers began to sound in the dark and spacious room.

The whispering stopped quickly again.

"Still no results?" General Burnham was still sitting at the end of the long table, with his hands crossed and his head propped up. The jet-black long sword was placed on the table, as if it hadn't moved at all.

"Yes." Swain raised his head, casually took out a worm from his pocket and stuffed it into the crow's mouth.

At this moment there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Swain casually brushed the crow's feathers on his shoulders, completely ignoring the presence of Burnham, the supreme leader.

Burnham didn't seem to care about this at all. He didn't even look at the Noxus soldier who pushed the door in. He stared straight ahead with empty eyes, like a pair of well-preserved pitch-black armor from a long time ago. .

"Report, Olaf has entered the designated area and was bombarded by unknown enemy weapons thirteen times, and he survived." The Noxus soldier who came to report looked at Swain intently, his tone was cold and stiff, "Please Step by step instructions."

Swain teased the crow on his shoulder for a while, dismissed the soldier casually, looked at General Burnham, and said nothing.

General Burnham didn't speak either, he didn't seem to see Swain looking at him at all, as if his entire soul had gone far away.

"Cough—" Swain coughed, and the cough suddenly sounded in the empty and dark room, like a thunderclap.

But General Burnham still didn't respond.

"Actually, I found something else." Swain had to say, he looked seriously at General Burnham's face hidden behind the black visor in the darkness, and said word by word, "Demacia The stormtroopers are gone, and I suspect they're sneaking into our rear now."

General Burnham still didn't respond. He seemed to be listening, but also seemed to be in a trance.

"My people told me that those Ursa warriors who originally belonged to Sejuani and the people from the original Winter's Claw were not safe."

Burnham remained noncommittal.

"Our situation is actually very dangerous now, you..." Swain left a big blank, wanting General Burnham to answer.

There was a long silence, until the whole large room seemed to be frozen in time.

"Oh." The silent general finally spoke. He only said one word, understating it so casually that he seemed completely indifferent to these major events that would definitely affect his final strategy in the North.

"Oh?" Swain frowned, showing a dissatisfied expression. He thought he was resourceful and knew people well, but he followed the serious and silent man in front of him who seemed to be dead for an unknown number of years. The general has been for many years, but he has never once felt that he really understood him.

"You can do whatever you want." General Burnham finally moved his body. He waved his hand to make Swain step back, as if he was a little tired.

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I really didn't want to write it at first, but it's really embarrassing to make up for it in two days.

The body is really about to collapse, please count the votes.

fell asleep.