Draven took off his mask and began to wipe his two ax blades.

It's night, and the day's battle has ended. Today he successfully massacred a squad of one hundred people.

The tragic deaths of hundreds of people did not bring any psychological burden to him at all. He would never have nightmares about the ghosts of those who died at his hands asking for their lives.

The smell of blood will make him sleep better.

It's true that killing someone is a burden to most people.

But for Draven, killing is definitely a pleasure.

A day without killing would be a torture for him who is already murderous.

He might be able to go a day without eating, but he definitely can't go a day without killing people.

Gently stroking the cold ax surface and smelling the smell of blood coming from it that could not be dissipated, he was almost going to die.

This is ten thousand times more charming than the body fragrance of a lady or a beautiful girl.

He is truly a born executioner.

After touching the two murderous weapons like a lover's skin, Draven sighed with satisfaction.

"It seems that you are quite comfortable here." At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the entrance of the tent that should never appear here.

Draven suddenly turned around and looked at the blind man standing there quietly with some surprise. For a moment, he was speechless and speechless.

It was incredible that he didn't feel the arrival of this person at all. After such a long period of killing, his perception had already reached a terrifying level. Even when facing his brother who was once impossible to defeat,

He was also sure of spotting him when he came within ten yards of him.

But this man, this blind man...

This blind man who has never seen through it from beginning to end, when did he...

It’s so strong!!!

"Jack...Sir." After a long time, he swallowed and managed to speak.

"Well, don't be so polite. After all, we have been drinking for so long." Chen Senran smiled and nodded, walked step by step in front of Delevingne, and sat down.

"Why are you here?" Draven stretched his stiff neck, turned around, put down the two sharp ax blades, sat upright and looked at him.

He was very cautious, even though he was already a murderous maniac, but when he faced this blind man who clearly had no murderous intent in his body, he couldn't help but want to grab the blade at hand.

This is a very groundless fear, like a hungry wolf seeing a tiger.

"I came to see if you are doing well." Chen Senran still smiled easily. "But now it seems that you are very adaptable to life here."

"Well..." Draven didn't know what to answer, so he just said favor.

He has given up pretending to be crazy in front of Chen Senran. Although he is a very crazy person, especially when killing people, most of the time, he is actually a very rational person.

He knew very well that Chen Senran had seen through what kind of person he was from the beginning, so he stopped pretending to be crazy.

Anyway, maybe the other party even knows his true identity.

He would never underestimate the blind man in front of him who was wiser than anyone else.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to tell you. You can't kill all the people, but you only have one life." Chen Senran still said very slowly, "Don't try too hard."

"You want me to go back and help you kill people?" Draven suddenly asked after a moment of silence.

"You are the fastest knife in my hand." Chen Senran didn't shy away from it, so he said it bluntly.

"What if I say no?" Draven's eyes suddenly became sharp at that moment, and his hands quietly grabbed the dropped axe.

"Then I'll be troubled." Chen Senran still smiled and knocked on his head. "Give me a reason."

"Why don't you just kill me?" Draven slightly exposed some of his teeth, which looked ferocious.

The murderous intent in the tent was in vain, and the ferocious madness shaped by the accumulation of hundreds of lives was like a sea tide.

But Chen Senran just sat in the tide, not moving.

"I never like to do troublesome things, things that can be solved with words. Never with a knife."

"I... am not legendary enough." Draven hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of the hand holding the knife, spitting out an answer that was not an answer.

"What do you need to achieve to be considered a legend?" Chen Senran touched his nose casually, "You are now the god of death, the ghost-faced Shura that everyone is afraid of, and the people of Noxus are frightened by the news. How can you still

What do you want?"

"I... want to prove it to someone." Delevingne said very slowly, considering every word, "Is it okay?"

"Okay, is this war enough?" Chen Senran did not ask who that person was.

"That's enough." Draven nodded and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very good, you see, such a friendly atmosphere, there is no need to use knives or guns for everything." Chen Senran shrugged and said, "Have a good rest, and I hope you will kill more people tomorrow."

After saying this, he stood up and started walking outside.

"Don't you ask who that person is?" Delevingne couldn't help but ask.

"unnecessary."

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at the same moment.

A Noxian-controlled military port on the west coast of Ionia.

In the dark night, Darius stood alone on the shore looking at the sea.

The moonlight was dim tonight, not even a sparkling wave appeared. The evening wind in April blew over from the sea, blowing his scarlet cloak.

He looked like a god of war in the darkness.

After the sea was calm for a long time, a little fluctuation finally came from the darkness far away.

It's the sound of a boat breaking through the water.

Many ships.

The sound of breaking water is getting closer and closer.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Darius, however, always stood there, motionless.

Soon, the port lit up the confirmation signal light, after the incoming ship played the same magic signal light.

The guidance light turned on, illuminating five large warships, all with black rock and wood hulls, the latest warships produced by the Noxus shipyard, and the Noxus flag flying wantonly in the night wind.

The ship quickly approached the coast under the guidance of magical lights, and the garrison at the military port quickly stepped forward to respond.

And Darius finally moved towards the ships.

He quickly walked under the boat and watched the huge ship in front of him stop.

A gangplank was lowered on the flagship of this small fleet, and people began to step off.

The first to go was a heavily armored Noxian warrior. He jumped off the gangplank, ignored Darius, looked around warily, and then made a safety gesture.

Darius didn't care about the other party's attitude, but stared at the man who was missing a leg on the springboard and showed a rare smile.

In the dark night, a long crow's cry suddenly sounded. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!