let go of my anne

As the heavy city gate slowly closed, the back of the last Noxus soldier was completely shut out of the fortress.

In just 10 minutes, nearly [-] Noxus soldiers were quickly transported to the outside battlefield, huddled in that narrow and cramped canyon, waiting for a death with no retreat but a charge.

The camp that was originally stationed was full, and nearly half of its troops were taken out at once. Except for the Noxians who surrounded the entire city airtightly on the edge of the camp, there were not many Noxus troops in the entire city. Instead, the remnants of the incorporated original Winter's Claw patrolled the entire city.

This is completely equivalent to handing over one's hinterland to a group of enemies...

"Why did you agree to the conditions of those damned bears and barbarians?" High on the top of the city, an adjutant tried to explain something to Swain with a red face, "You should know that they are so-called unwilling to treat the old leader. Using a knife is completely bullshit, this group of **** bastards should be sent to their deaths, not our own people." Speaking of this, he once again glanced at the densely packed Noxus soldiers under the city, He gritted his teeth angrily.

"Are you questioning me?" Swain didn't make any excuses, and didn't even look at the excited adjutant. He just stroked the crow's feathers on his shoulder and looked at the chaotic coalition forces farther away. .

"You...should know that I have every right to sue you after the war, accusing you of conspiring to harm the interests of Noxus." The adjutant choked for a moment, but then he yelled loudly again as if he had beaten chicken blood, " You should at least control those damned bears and savages instead of letting them walk around on our territory wantonly." His behavior like this is actually a bold criminal, even if he is always talking about strength High and low Noxus, this kind of behavior is enough to kill him ten times, because Swain is much stronger than him, but he is still yelling.

"I don't need you to teach me how to do it." Swain didn't seem to be angry, he still stroked the crow's feathers and said slowly, "If you say enough, get out, I'm in a bad mood right now, very bad , I don't mind cutting off your head right now and sending it back to His Excellency the KGB for breakfast, so that he can see how brave and... stupid his men are."

There was no excitement or murderous intent in his words, and he maintained a soothing and low tone from the beginning to the end, completely like a nobleman who was reciting poetry, not a chief of staff who was speaking murderous words on the battlefield.

But the adjutant still retreated, the flush of excitement on his face was receding, and he began to regret why he just got dizzy and dared to face Swee just because he got a sentence from His Excellency the KGB. Because of the roar, he knew that the damn cripple in front of him used this tone of voice to kill 20 local natives and thirteen Noksars who dared to defy his orders on the battlefield of Ionia without blinking. Old school generals.

Swain still didn't even look at the dog-like adjutant retreating, he continued to tease the crow on his shoulder, as if he didn't care that those dissidents in the city behind him would bring him What a surprise.

No one knew what he was thinking.

The crow on his shoulder screamed, suddenly flew up, and rushed into the narrow canyon, as if smelling blood.

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"So, is Swain starting to doubt us?"

In the old city of the Freljord Empire, which was a bit empty because half of the troops were drawn, and in the current Noxus barracks, at an inconspicuous corner, someone whispered.

The speaker was a brutish man wearing rough armor with thick fur mixed with messy metal. From his attire, one could already tell that he was an authentic North Freljord barbarian, Sejuani's old department.

"No, it should be said...he has been suspicious of us." The voice that answered the words was very deep and heavy, and at first glance it sounded like those strange voices of void thunder and lightning in the southern mountains of the Freljord, just talking People's articulation is a little unclear, or in other words, the speaker is a little unskilled in speaking, and some don't look like a human being.

Like the roar of some giant beast.

In fact, the talking one is indeed not human, oh, it should not be completely human, because its upright body shape and human-like posture are still human-like.

As for other places... For example, its fine and smooth white hair covering its whole body, its sharp claws on its limbs, and its ferocious head with obvious bear characteristics all prove that it should be A...bear.

Of course the savage of the Freljord who was talking to it would never think that he was talking to a stupid bear. What kind of terrifying combat power and...wisdom does the bear-human warrior with two eyes have.

Because the plan this time was made by this great Ursa warrior called Volibear, who had almost defeated their king Sejuani.

"Then he still left us in the city..." The Winter's Claw warrior, whose brain was a little weak, couldn't understand what Swain meant at first, but he just vaguely felt that the scary man with one leg must have something behind him .

"He should be afraid that we will turn against us the moment we go out." Volibear, the warrior of the bear tribe, hammered his fists in the rare sunshine in the Freljord, and the sunlight faintly illuminated his hair The golden light, coupled with its pair of eyes that never dare to look directly at it, makes it faintly have a calm and trustworthy power, "Besides, he is not..."

Before it finished this sentence, there were low and swift footsteps interrupting its continuation.

Volibear quickly passed the Winter's Claw warrior who was still whispering to him a moment ago like a stranger, and walked towards the group of Noxxas who were walking towards him as if nothing had happened. The Sri Lankan went.

In fact, what it just wanted to say was this group of Noxians who were walking towards it. The leader was a Noxian mid-level officer, followed by the group of Noxians who came for reinforcements a few days ago. Swain's black warrior, the power Swain used to monitor them.

Volibear passed the mid-level officer without looking sideways, but when passing by some black-clothed warriors, it subconsciously frowned its pair of ugly and somewhat ferocious eyebrows.

The subconscious told it that this group of guys would be extremely difficult.

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Kawenka's is a bit confusing, the real booth is a bit big, and it's a bit difficult to write.

If you find any bugs, tell me quickly, and I will fix them in time.

After all, six-line operations will inevitably miss a lot of things.