Struggle in Valoran

“That is a mortal Fiend.”

Swain confirmed his thoughts once, if he has a squad, or a few people are enough If you trust a subordinate, then this guy is impossible to leave in front of him anyway.

I will not have any nonsense with him, just kill him directly.

It is true that such people are not uncommon in Noxus, and there are no shortage of people who use killing as an art among Noxus, but it is the first time that he has seen people who have been distorted to such a degree. You should never think about controlling such a person, because there is nothing in the other person’s heart that cannot be used to interpret his art.

“But it’s really embarrassing.”

With a cane, Swain walked silently in the rain. He didn’t take those coins because he knew he would never Go back and eat the meat. If he rushes to eat what that guy gave, then he will undoubtedly step into another trap of that guy, and if he takes away the coins without eating the meat, then he will not end up. Where will it be better.

He knows artists well and knows how paranoid they are for the so-called art. He can’t take the money from the dead bodies. As long as he takes the money, he will be infected with the blood of the Ionia people, and then the Law Enforcer here will look for him to beat him, and he is a disabled Noxus person, just right. Can be a vent point for people here.

No one cares about the howl of the enemy, especially if the enemy is still crippled. As for believing in the morality of the people of Ionia, if these were useful, then he would not walk here in such a posture.

So he walked silently in the rain, thinking about how he could return to Noxus.

“Countless ambitions…when they are incapable, they are just talking about that’s all.”

The cold rain keeps taking away heat from the body, and there is not much to eat. He felt his physical strength fade quickly, and the worst thing was that the wound on his body also felt a tingling sensation, which showed that the wound he had managed to clean was once again wetted by the rain. This was quite fatal to him, so he couldn’t help sighing, speeding up his steps as much as possible without falling.

Although he really wants to return to Noxus quickly, and he is certain that the Spiritual God walking in the world can agree to his request to become an official, but the current situation is that he is likely to die here. In the continuous rain, or in the hands of the oppressed Ionia people who are going crazy.

Recently, his nightmares are also the same, all his sacrifices, all dreams disappeared with him falling ill in bed, and the opportunity that he finally met with grand plans was also because he couldn鈥檛 go. However, if I missed it, I can only watch the rise and destruction of Noxus in the world after death, but cannot participate in it and contribute to this cause.

If he really wanted Kun to be in Ionia, even if he died by adding a brick to the Noxus city wall, he was willing to give up the rest of his life and put that brick on it.

The wooden stick is not easy to use in the muddy road. He has to press the weight of his body very hard on it, and then he can ensure that he will not fall due to it. But it is a pity that when he was passing a water hole, the wooden stick he inserted into the mud to withstand the small Malphite in a piece of mud, causing him to misjudge, so when he wanted to move his leg At that time, he just lost his balance and fell directly into the mud puddle.

Yellow’s sludge is all over his body, and the dirty silver white hair becomes even more filthy in this brief moment, the stench of silt and the sting of the wound. The feeling made him understand that he had to get up and return to his residence immediately to clean up the wound, but no matter how hard he tried, the filthy silt made his struggle useless.

He remembered that this place was the foundation of an Ionia man who wanted to build a house. The other party went bankrupt because of the war between Ionia and Noxus, so the house just dug a foundation. This place has been filled with silt and sewage because of the continuous rain.

He is struggling to expose his mouth and nose from the mud, but his body is too Exhaust. Cannot support this work. But this did not make him give up. He wriggled his body as much as possible, although it would make his wounds and coat go into more mud, he pushed himself to the edge of this quagmire, and let his upper body get out of this. In the quagmire, I breathed a slightly smelly fresh air.

“Too embarrassed.”

Thinking about this, he saw a silhouette coming from a distance out of the corner of his eye, and he saw that the other party was an Ionia with some vague eyes. People, so there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, maybe he could ask the Solo Queue who came for help, let him pull himself out of the quagmire.

But he immediately extinguished the hope. He knew what he had done, so he only asked the other party to leave quickly, and then he slowly got up from the quagmire. But let him down. The man stood there as soon as he saw him. Even though his eyes were fascinated by mud and water, he still recognized that it was a hair grey-white woman, and the other person was like this. The rainy day came out not for anything else, but for some wild vegetables.

After all, the people who can live here are people who have little money and capital. Most of them are people who have lost something in the two wars. So when the Old Lady struggled to pick up a branch to him When his head fell, there was still no wave in his heart.

After all, to them, he is the enemy. He has never denied this, and he will never deny it. Because if he is Fiend to people outside his own country, and makes them want to kill himself, then it shows one thing.

He is probably a hero in his country.

“ha ha ha!!!”

Old Lady’s voice is quite stern, just like Swain’s roar at night. And Siweiin kept using his intact arm to block, wanting to buy more time for himself. But for today’s newspaper, he hasn’t eaten much for a day. After Jhin arrived, he was even more impossible to eat, so he was not even as strong as a woman.

The worst thing is that he has to maintain his figure so that he will not be submerged by mud, and his wounds have more pain, and he also feels a lot of small mouthparts. Insert the blood vessels on his broken leg. It was countless Vampiric Sceptre leeches, and his arm was not getting better, because of his struggle and scratching, his broken arm was completely exposed to the mud.

Am I going to die?

Blood loss, dizziness, even though he has a steel-like will, his body is still a mortal, I don鈥檛 know how long it took, he just felt that the Old Lady hit his arm and head with a branch more and more speed The slower, and his arms and head are getting heavier and heavier. He did not feel sad because he was about to face death, because he would have the consciousness of being killed on the battlefield. What he regrets is that he has not been able to see Darkwell鈥檚 incompetence early, so that he is not. Able to continue to work for Noxus.

This is the saddest thing in his life.

He doesn’t hate this Old Lady. Although the other party is not rich, he will share food with other children when they are hungry, and always receive others with a smile on his face. Even the worst bastard in this town would bow his head in front of her, and no longer be impudent in her face.

But as long as Noxus people appear, the smile on this Old Lady’s face will disappear. The reason is simple, because Noxus people killed her whole family.

Swain has no regrets about this, because when he ordered the killing of these Ionia people, he was fighting for the benefit of his country. But if she is killed by her, it won’t cause any waves. He is an invader, he is plundering wealth for the empire behind him. In the past, he did not hesitate about this. If he could make Noxus stronger, he would be happy to kill newborn babies and pregnant women expecting to give birth.

This is Noxus.

Will I hesitate now?

When the wooden stick hit his head and made him feel dizzy, Swain asked himself in his heart.

And the answer appeared in his heart almost instantly.

No.

Does he resent this ending?

No.

Because he is an invader, if someone invades Noxus, he will let that person be treated ten thousand times more terrifying than they are now. He will let the other party watch his wife and children chopped up ten-thousand times by a thousand blades. Anyone connected with him will suffer. His home will be burned by him. Everything he believes in, Will be trampled by Noxus.

It鈥檚 a matter of course that the murderer was killed. There was no snowflake in the avalanche that was innocent. Attacking Ionia was Darkwell鈥檚 order, but I wanted to use this excuse to say that he was treating Ionia It is impossible for people to have no mistakes. Because while plundering wealth and everything from the hands of the Ionia people, when Noxus grows stronger.

He is very happy.

Even if he opposed sending troops before, after all, his reason for opposing sending troops was that he could not win Ionia in a short time. And his only regret is that he failed to make his life useful for Noxus.

He leaned quietly in the mud, and he didn’t have the power to bounce anymore. The Old Lady was panting constantly. She looked at Swain who was lying in the mud and couldn’t help laughing. She longed for revenge, because her family was killed by the Noxus invaded Jun team, and her home, memories of her, wife, and family disappeared. Originally, she had a grandson. In order to keep this grandson alive, she pawned everything that could be pawned, the gift of love from her husband, the jewelry from the wedding, and the jewelry left by her daughter, but her grandson was still crying in a serious illness. The parents’ names are dead.

The joy of revenge is so wonderful, she will not let this Garen Seth fall into the mud in a coma, she will use her best to crush the opponent鈥檚 head, and then use her The knife slowly severed his head and hung it at the door of the town to let the Noxus people understand where they were.

“Die.”

She finally got revenge.

With a relieved smile, she once again raised the thick wooden stick in her hand, trying to smash Swain鈥檚 head, but when she was immersed in the joy of revenge, her The world turned into a cloud of darkness. When the eyes opened again, she had already come to a place full of cherry blossoms. A graceful Ahri was standing in front of her looking at her, and in the body of Ahri. Beside, it was her family who had long since disappeared from the world.

And her husband has also become the young man he used to be, and is smirking at her.

Just like years.

“It seems that I came in time.”

Pulled out his throwing axe, wiped the blood on Old Lady’s clothes, and looked at it. Swain fell in the mud and couldn’t help but hammered a whistle, and then tilted his head at the people behind him, asking them to pull Swain out of the mud. And seeing Swein’s miserable situation, he couldn’t help blowing a whistle.

“But you are really embarrassed.”

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When Swain woke up again, he felt the quilt He remembers this kind of touch. This kind of cotton is Noxus’s unique cotton. It is picked and woven by thousands of slaves, and then sewn into a simple but practical look. Moreover, the pain on his body has been greatly reduced, and the smell of Noxus’s unique medicine can be heard in the air. The mixed smell of herbs and Singed medicine has always been so unbearable.

Beside him, there is a person who is constantly humming a little tune. The other person is putting his feet on the table and constantly shaking the chair under his ass. This stupid way can only break Outside of this person’s neck, this person can only give others a frivolous feeling. He slowly got up, only to find that his broken arm had become shorter.

His movements were naturally noticed by the person shaking the chair. Swain watched him throw a potion in front of him and shook the chair even harder.

“Your wound is infected too deep, so for your life, I will let the doctor cut you some more for your life. But trust me, you don鈥檛 want to know that quagmire There鈥檚 something in Beijing. I think it鈥檚 a good thing for us not to tell you that. After all, my stomach is hungry, and you are no exception.”

Swain doesn鈥檛 care about this. What is missing is missing even if it is missing, and he is more concerned about another thing.

“Who sent you, Draven, you should show off your military force in the arena now.”

He opened the potion bottle, if the other party wanted To kill him, he would have done this a long time ago, so he drank the bottle of medicine without any hesitation.

“Usually this is true…but this time is a bit different…well, although I would like to say that the emperor Your Majesty asked me to pick you up as an official, but it’s a pity.”

Draven spread his hands.

“The Emperor Your Majesty wants to kill you even more.”

Swain’s hand shook, because this was indeed the most likely thing to happen.

“So.”

Draven gave a trademark smile.

“So I am here.”