The battle ends before dusk.

The last sound of Noxus dissipated over the battlefield filled with smoke.

Countless corpses were mixed with strong plasma and ferocious expressions entangled.

This was a tragic battle.

Until the last moment, none of the two sides took a step back.

The Ionian coalition forces dropped at least 6,000 bodies on this plain, and even the guns and Rose Legion standing on the edge of the battlefield were killed and injured by some Noxus who had broken through the front line with red eyes.

The casualties are almost one-to-one compared to the Noxus.

This is a somewhat unacceptable result in a war with nearly crushing numbers.

The Noxus proved with practical actions that they are the most brave nation in the world.

Nearly eight thousand troops left their lives here, whether they were generals or soldiers.

They are a group of respectable enemies.

But this did not prevent it at all. After cutting off the head of the last man, the Ionians roared throughout the plain.

Because they are also invaders.

Noxus.

They were defeated.

The Ionians won.

Although this is just an uncritical victory.

But they firmly believe that this is the beginning of the final victory.

They will eventually drive the damn Noxus out of their land, and their vengeance will eventually burn the entire plains of the western Ionia.

"Long live Aionia!!!"

"Long live Aionia!!!"

Such roars filled the entire ferocious battlefield of flesh and blood. Countless soldiers with enemy swords stuck in their bodies were cheering affectionately, some were running and some were crying.

They need a victory too much.

For those dead people.

Even the Bilgewaters had a satisfied smile on their faces, and they hadn't seen a victory for too long.

"Victory." A smile appeared on Kalma's face. At this moment, the woman who seemed to have the softest heart in the world also became rarely happy when she looked at the corpses all over the ground.

Killing is sometimes for pity.

Have mercy on those innocent people who died unjustly.

She had to admit that at some point, the butcher knife was much better than the millions of meditations.

"It's so good, a big win." Graves sighed, and he sniffed and lit another cigar.

That leisurely state of mind is not like just experiencing a war, but rather watching a soul-stirring drama.

"A vent."

"What?" Graves looked at Chen Senran next to him with a strange look. He felt that among everyone, he seemed to be the only one who was in a bad mood.

Didn’t you win?

"Nothing." Chen Senran shook his head, but his brows frowned tightly.

A victory?

Or a... vent?

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"A vent," Svein said seriously.

"Eight thousand people. Svein, you damn madman, we died 8 thousand people!!!" Drayus was really furious this time. When he received the tragic battle report, he slapped the entire table.

"I said it was just a vent." Svein still stated indifferently, as if talking about something irrelevant.

"You damn madman, madman. You!!!" Dryus waved his hands maniily, and he looked at Svein, looking at Svein as if he wanted to lift him up but forced himself to hold back. "Svein, I ask you, I ask you to withdraw the remaining ten thousand people, and withdraw them!!!"

In the last sentence, he kicked the weapon stand next to him hard, kicking the entire weapon stand out.

"No, I refuse." Svein said in great distant manner. He even had time to touch the smooth feathers of the crow on his shoulder.

"What?" Dryus asked in disbelief at him with an incredible look.

"I said. I refuse, they must die." Svein didn't raise his head and said easily that ten thousand people must die.

"What are you talking about?" Dryus seemed to be unable to understand the madman in front of him. He looked at him for a long time and suddenly raised the hideous axe that had been with him for many years and chopped straight towards Sviin's neck.

"Tear--" The air burst by the axe blade that was too fast.

The lights in the big tent were pulled infinitely.

The overly fierce murderous aura made the crow scream in silence, and it flew up in horror and ran around the big tent.

"Qua, quack, quack."

It's like an annoying elegy.

Only Svein still kept his indifferent appearance. He pulled the collar that was blown by the strong axe wind and looked at Dryus and said, "You scared my crow."

Dryus was gasping, heavy breathing, and he looked straight at the damn madman in front of him with his bloodshot eyes.

The axe blade was only an inch from his neck.

Only one inch, this damn madman can go to hell.

"You are very angry and want to kill me, okay, come on, kill me, come on, kill me, come on, kill me, hurry up." Seeing that he didn't speak, Svein actually laughed. He spoke to him, and the faster he spoke. At the end he finally roared, and he said, "Kill me!!!"

"Kill, take action." His tone lowered again, but his neck leaned forward.

It was only a little bit long to touch the bloody axe blade.

"Give me a reason." Dryus finally let go, he took back his axe and said so.

He lowered his eyes, he was really afraid that he would kill him accidentally.

"I said, this is an vent." Svein said with a smile, summoning his crow back and comforting it.

"What to vent?"

"They are full of murderous auras. If they rushed over all the way, then even if I can create an army with a fair momentum, the winner will be in the 55th. I don't like the 55th. I don't do things that I can't do, so..." Svein explained so carefully and seriously, "I need them to advance but not retreat, but I also need them to advance and never retreat again. Have you ever heard a saying? One round of energy, one decline, and three out. This is the ancient wisdom of war, and I need them to vent."

"That's it..." Dryus finally calmed down at this time, but he couldn't help but retort, "But... that's ten thousand people."

"So what about ten thousand people? So what about ten thousand people?" Svein sighed and shook his head, "As long as you can win, don't be stingy at the price, Dryus, put away your woman's heart." (To be continued...)
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