As the heavy city gate slowly closed, the figure of the last Noxian soldier was completely locked out of the fortress.

In just ten minutes, nearly 15,000 Noxian soldiers were quickly transported to the battlefield outside, crowded into that narrow and cramped canyon, waiting for death with no way out but to charge.

The originally full camp was suddenly depleted of nearly half of its troops. Except for the Noxians who surrounded the city at the edge of the camp, there were not many Noxians in the city.

, instead, the remnants of the former Winter's Claws that had been incorporated were patrolling the entire city.

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

"Why did you agree to the terms of those damn bears and barbarians?" On the top of the city, an adjutant tried to explain something to Swain with a red face, "You should know that they are unwilling to treat the old leader.

Using a knife is totally bullshit, these damn bastards should be sent to die, not our own people." After saying this, he once again glanced at the countless Noxian soldiers densely packed under the city,

He gritted his teeth angrily.

"Are you questioning me?" Swain did not make any excuses, and did not even look at the excited adjutant. He just stroked the crow's feathers on his shoulders while looking at the chaotic coalition forces further away.

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"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 roared loudly again as if he had been given a shot of blood, "

You should at least control those damn bears and savages instead of letting them walk around freely on our territory." His behavior is actually a bold offender, even if he is always talking about strength.

Regardless of whether Noxus is high or low, this kind of behavior is enough to make him die ten times, because Swain is much stronger than him, but he still roars.

"I don't need you to teach me how to do it." Swain didn't seem angry. He still stroked the crow's feathers slowly and said, "If you say enough, get out of here. I'm in a very bad mood right now, very bad."

, I don’t mind cutting off your head right now and sending it back to the KGB for breakfast, so that he can see how brave and... stupid his men are."

There was no trace of excitement or murderous intent in his words. From beginning to end, he maintained a soothing and low tone, completely like a nobleman reciting poetry, rather than a chief of staff speaking murderous words on the battlefield.

But the adjutant still retreated, and the flush of excitement on his face was receding. He began to regret why he had dared to face Svi like that just because of the KGB's words: "Do whatever you want and I'll protect you."

Because of the roar, he knew that the damn cripple in front of him used this tone of voice to kill 200,000 local natives and 13 Nok who dared to disobey his orders on the battlefield of Ionia without blinking an eye.

An old-school general from Sars.

Swain still didn't even look at the adjutant who was retreating like a dog. He continued to tease the crow on his shoulder, as if he didn't care at all what those people with alien intentions in the city behind him would do to 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 it smelled the smell of blood.

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"So, is Swain beginning to doubt us?"

The old Freljord Empire city looked a little empty because half of its troops had been drained. In the current Noxus barracks, someone whispered at an inconspicuous corner.

The speaker was a rough man wearing a simple 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 subordinate.

"No, it should be said... he has been doubting us." The voice that answered was very deep and thick. At first glance, it sounded like those weird void thunder and lightning sounds in the southern mountains of Freljord. It was just talking.

The person's articulation is a little unclear, or in other words, the person speaking is a little unskilled and somewhat inhuman.

Like the roar of some giant beast.

In fact, the one who spoke was indeed not a human being. Well, it should be said that it was not completely human, because its upright body shape and human-like posture still looked like a human being.

As for other places...for example, its fine and smooth white hair covering its whole body, the sharp claws on its limbs, and its ferocious head with obvious bear characteristics all no longer prove that it should be

A...bear.

Of course, the Freljord barbarian who was talking to it would not think that he was talking to a stupid bear at all. He clearly knew that this one in front of him, no, this one had a pair of terrifying wild beasts that exuded thunderous light.

What kind of terrifying combat power and...wisdom do the bear warriors with double eyes possess?

Because this time the plan was formulated by this great Ursine warrior named Volibear, who had almost defeated their King Sejuani.

"Then he still keeps us in the city..." The Winter's Claw warrior, who was a little out of his mind, couldn't figure out what Swain meant at first. He just vaguely felt that the terrible man with a limp must have some back-up plan.

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"He should be afraid that we will defect the moment we leave." Volibear, the warrior of the Ursine tribe, hammered his fists in the rare good sunshine in Freljord, and the sunlight illuminated his hair faintly.

The golden light, coupled with its pair of eyes that never make people dare to look directly, gives it a faint and steady and trustworthy power, "Besides, he is not..."

Before it could finish its sentence, the sound of low and fast footsteps interrupted its rest of the sentence.

Volibear quickly passed by the Winter's Claw warrior who had been communicating with him in a low voice just a moment ago like a stranger, and moved towards the group of Noxans who were walking towards him as if nothing had happened.

The man walked away.

In fact, what it was just about to say was the group of Noxians walking towards it. The leader was a mid-level Noxian officer, followed by the group of Noxians who had been reinforced a few days ago.

Swain is the black warrior, the force that Swain uses to monitor them.

Volibear passed by the mid-level officer without squinting, but when it passed some black-clothed warriors, it subconsciously frowned its unsightly and somewhat ferocious eyebrows.

The subconscious tells it that this group of guys will be extremely difficult.

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Kawenka is a bit confusing, the stall is really spread out a bit, and it’s a bit difficult to write.

If you find any bugs, tell me immediately and I will correct them in time.
Chapter completed!