Crows fly from the north.

It crossed over the not-high but extremely rugged mountains of North Freljord, and followed the cold wind blowing from the coast of Rockfar in the far north, carrying the breath of the extremely icy ocean, and rushed towards the abrupt and towering mountain.

On top of the fortress.

The cold wind blew across the city, picking up the long scarlet cloak behind Swain and blowing off the thin snow on his shoulders, revealing the five murderous blood-blade battle axes and the

Huge eyeballs.

The crow landed in the center of the eyeball.

The whole air was filled with the sound of the wind blowing the cloak.

Amidst the sound of hunting, Swain teased the crow on his shoulder, once again leaned his head closer and began to whisper with the crow.

The cold wind blew through the city, and the broken cold current passed through the gaps in the buildings and rushed all the way to the narrow passage under the fortress. They moved forward inch by inch on the uneven rocks, spreading frozen blood and splashing everywhere.

The pieces of meat completely froze those heads that still retained a trace of warmth, and finally merged with the cold currents traveling through the canyon, whistling around in the entire narrow death tunnel, as if singing to the dead souls.

elegy.

"Crack-" was the sound of a sliding stone slab. The floor on the left side of Swain's feet suddenly opened a crack, and then the entire floor slid to the side.

Darius' sharp-edged and murderous face emerged from under the floor. He slowly walked up the stairs to the top of the city, stood next to Swain, and looked at the boundless city below.

The snow-covered body gently put his hand on the snow-covered city wall.

No one spoke.

The wind continues to blow.

The whispers didn't stop until a long time ago.

"The parliamentary envoy is still 1,200 yards away from here." Swain coughed, grabbed a worm from his arms and fed it to the crow on his shoulder.

"Should I kill him?" Darius gently twirled the snow under his palms, making the soft, sandy snow make a clanging sound.

"How is the berserker doing?" Swain shook his head noncommittally and began to tease the crow on his shoulder.

"He refused." Darius slowed down his palms and began to stroke the delicate lines of the snow. "I used eighteen sets of criminal laws, but he refused to utter a word. It seems that I am more suitable to be direct.

Killing, this kind of work..." At the end, he shook his head mockingly.

"It's not your fault." Swain still teased his crow noncommittally. His fingers brushed the sparse black feathers of the crow, and his eyes were filled with the kind of tenderness that would definitely frighten an opponent who knew Swain well to death.

, "The men of Locke Law always have to be stubborn, not to mention Olaf, who once single-handedly killed the ultimate monster in the North Sea, the Frost Snake, and is known as the strongest in Locke Law. You always have to put more thought into it, I'll do it."

"

"Then the special envoy..." Darius nodded and brought the topic back to the previous one.

Swain did not answer him directly, but continued to tease the crow on his shoulder. After a long time, he said in a sweet voice: "They are from Zaun."

Darius groaned after hearing this answer, as if he understood something, and began to turn around and walk back: "I'll go get ready."

Swain nodded, but still did not raise his head.

"If you can help it, don't kill that guy."

"He misses you?"

"He's a lot like me."

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The envoy from Zaun sent by the Council did not even see Swain, so Darius, who was ready to go, directly dragged him out of the Noxian camp and returned the same way.

Swain looked at the scenery for a long time before he was able to get off the city through the hole cut by a stone slab.

Walking up the brand-new stone steps that were even covered with stone chips, Swain turned left and right, and came to a door under the light of those burning lizard oil lamps that exuded a pungent odor.

forward.

Signing to the Noxian soldier guarding the door, he opened the brand new black rock wooden door with three magic locks, and Swain walked in calmly.

The room was dark, without a single window. Only a lamp of lizard oil that had been lit for a long time was found half-broken in a corner.

Swain waved his hand to close the door, then stood silently at the door.

After the door was closed, the already turbid air in the room became even more unbearable, and the ubiquitous pungent stench mixed with the strong smell of blood was nauseating.

The whole room was filled with the smell of rot, but perhaps this rotten smell was the crow's favorite, and the bird on Swain's shoulder neighed loudly.

In this small, cramped and dark room, something suddenly sounded like the scream of an evil spirit.

"Ding bell——" This neighing sound seemed to finally attract the attention of the person in the room. He probably moved his hands and feet, causing the shackles on his body to make a slight sound.

Swain walked towards the source of the sound without saying a word, and stopped where the lizard oil lamp was the brightest.

From this place, he could vaguely see the face hidden in the darkness.

It was a face with sharper edges than Darius. Even if Swain didn't look into his eyes and just looked at the sharp profile through the blurry light, he could still feel the pressure on his face.

Come with murderous intent and wildness.

It is no longer just something that can be accumulated by killing a few people at random, but the fearlessness and invincibility that can only be gained by completely dedicating one's life to killing and charging.

Swain still didn't speak. He took the crow off his shoulder, put it in the palm of his hand, and teased its beak little by little with his fingers, a smile on his face.

The light from the lizard oil lamp lengthened his silhouette, and together with the crow in his hand, was reflected on the wall, looking ferocious like the devil who seduces kind people in those third-rate stories.

The whole room was silent until death.

"Bang bang -" The lizard oil lamp exploded into a lantern, breaking a trace of silence.

"Mr. Olaf." Swain finally spoke. His tone was extremely long and careless, like murmuring in a dream.

The strongest man in Locke, who was hidden in the darkness, did not answer. The weak light spread from his profile to his rough and thick beard, outlining him like a statue of the legendary North Sea God of War in the far north.

"Sejuani is doomed." Swain let go of the crow in his hand and looked steadily at the cold side face in the darkness, "Foolish loyalty is not the tradition of the Lockeans."

The man in the dark ignored him.

"In the tradition of Locke, the worst thing is not to die, but to grow old, weak, and forgotten." Swain retracted his gaze, turned around and walked towards the lizard oil lamp, "For someone like this,

Is it difficult for a great warrior like you to tolerate an unknown death, dying in this dark, smelly room without seeing the light of day, just like a... mouse?"

Olaf was still as silent as a stone statue, except that his fingers twitched invisibly.

"Sejuani can promise you a grand death, and I..." Swain gently stirred the wick soaked in lizard oil with his hand, and his tone gradually became higher-pitched, "I will give you

A legendary death, a glorious death. After you die, your name will be engraved in the history books of Valoran, and you will be immortal." When he said the last sentence, he was almost roaring, and his palms were on

At that moment, it suddenly became tense, and the wick in his hand groaned under the weight.

Olaf's eyes that had been closed suddenly opened, and a dazzling sword-like light shot out from his eyes, like a meteor piercing the dark night.

He opened his mouth to say something.

"Dong dong——" There was a knock on the door.

"What's the matter?" Swain narrowed his eyes dissatisfied.

"The general is here."

As he spoke, Swain's hand shook violently, and all the broken wicks fell into the oil lamp, making a continuous explosion.

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Chapter completed!