Things are still going well.

At least in the captain's eyes, things went so smoothly that it was unimaginable.

So much so that he began to wonder if they had seen through Xingzang.

But then I thought about it, if the other party had seen through my whereabouts, wouldn't they have raised the butcher knife long ago, and would they have let me in?

Without asking much about how Draven managed to pass the inspection at the camp gate so easily, the captain followed Draven's rule of not asking too many questions and followed him inside.

Anyway, the magic that Draven brought to him was only a little or two, ever since he first saw this madman named Vincent easily slaughtering an enemy a hundred times his size by himself.

He knew that no matter what happened to him, it would be no surprise.

Besides, everyone has secrets, right?

The group of people followed Draven as they walked through the Noxian camp full of enemies, passing by countless Noxians who would definitely face life and death on a daily basis.

Peaceful, nothing happened.

This is really an activity of dancing on the edge of a knife.

"To be honest, I really can't imagine that we are walking in the Noxian stronghold. God, life is so wonderful." It wasn't until he reached a relatively secluded place that the captain said with relief.

smiled.

"What's even more amazing is yet to come." Delevingne looked at the Chinese army's tent strangely and said after a long time, "Sleep well and maintain your strength. We will live for a long time."

The day passed quickly, and the captain and the others were stationed in the station that Delevingne applied for from nowhere. It was in the northwest corner of the entire camp, in an inconspicuous and special location.

When the night got dark, lunch was delivered on time. After being tested and confirmed to be non-toxic, everyone shared the food and then went to sleep.

Because after all, no one knows when tomorrow we might have to get up for morning exercises.

Draven also entered the camp early. Since he showed his ID card from the Darius Guards, he was assigned a single tent.

Sitting cross-legged, Draven didn't feel sleepy at all. He kept stroking the two axes with his hands for a long time, the blood had been wiped away, leaving only the cold axe.

After a long time, he fell asleep lightly.

In the middle of the night, he was woken up by a voice.

The voice was extremely low and hoarse, as if someone was deliberately suppressing it.

But he still heard it, because he has been killing people all year round.

He is very sensitive and knows that this is the sound of murder.

This is the sound of many people being killed.

He immediately grasped the two axes, but he did not move immediately.

Because he knew that he was absolutely surrounded now, and he needed to find a perfect opportunity to break out.

This is the Noxian camp. Surrounded by thousands of elite soldiers.

Even though he was still discovered, the other party definitely made a complete plan in advance.

Maybe... we can still meet him?

elder brother.

Surrounded by thousands of people, sniped by terrifyingly powerful men, but he only had one man and two axes.

Just rush out like this.

It’s really... it makes my blood boil just thinking about it.

Draven couldn't help but burst into laughter, but he held it back. He slowly and calmly put on his ferocious mask as if performing some kind of ritual.

Open - kill - myself -

"Tear-" The two sharp axes in his hands suddenly struck out.

The originally sturdy tent was torn into pieces like pieces of paper. Then, there was a crisp and sweet sound...

The sound of bleeding.

"Tear -" is the beautiful sound of a sharp knife slicing the throat and blood spurting out wantonly.

Draven seemed to be dancing, dancing with joy, throwing the two axes back like meteors.

The surroundings erupted in an instant like a fountain waterfall.

How beautiful it sounds.

Draven smiled lowly and stepped out of his tent step by step along with the terrible rhythm of death.

By the time he completely walked out of the tent, there was blood all around.

There were stumps of limbs and broken arms all over the ground, and cries of dying people all over the ground.

The dark night is silent, and there are people who are dying but not dead everywhere, and there are roaring faces that cannot be seen clearly.

Draven took a deep breath and looked at the chaotic world. He laughed and said, "Did you hear that? Death is knocking on the door, hahahahahahahaha."

His arrogant laughter came out through the cold mask, like the cry of some kind of terrifying night owl.

What follows is an indiscriminate dance of axes.

The dance of death in the dark night.

Everywhere there was the sound of swishing, swishing, swiping, and the sound of falling to the ground and blood.

It's just like harvesting wheat in autumn.

Draven's steps were not hurried or slow. It didn't look like he was killing anyone, but like he was dancing a solo court dance.

Sometimes he takes one step forward and takes two steps back.

He has turned this planned siege into an out-and-out murderous performance.

While he was killing people, he walked outside.

At this time, someone grabbed his trouser leg. He frowned, glanced down, and suddenly laughed and said, "Aha, captain, is it you?"

"Vincent, I...I..." The captain was already covered in blood, his chest had been torn open, and he was not far from death.

"Well, I will avenge you." Delevingne didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and cut his throat with an axe, laughing in a low voice, "Sleep well, there will be many people buried with you."

So, the captain really fell asleep like that and would never wake up again.

"Hey, no one can beat him?" Draven laughed and fired with both axes again, and he didn't know how many heads he harvested.

"Boom——" At this moment, an extremely surging and fast scarlet lightning suddenly burst out of the darkness.

It headed straight towards Draven's face without any pause.

Draven had to become serious at this time. He quickly retracted the two ax blades that flew out, held them in his hands and continued to bombard the scarlet lightning.

But that scarlet lightning had unparalleled momentum, and even after eating an unknown number of Draven's axes, it still had no intention of stopping.

It wasn't until finally, when it was about to collide with Draven, that it finally stopped heavily.

Draven, who was holding a double axe, was severely knocked back three steps.

"It's you." Delevingne's words revealed a trace of crazy excitement, and even the hand holding the ax couldn't help but tremble.

It's you, brother.

Darius.

Darius just stood in front of Draven, looking coldly at the masked murderer in front of him, and said solemnly: "Vincent, you have nowhere to go today, stay."

"Hahahahahahahaha, arrogant, you have to wait even if you talk big words." Draven looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and the two axes in his hands roared like a whirlwind.

"Eat my ax!!!"

The next moment, he disappeared into the darkness like a ghost. (To be continued...)

ps: The most beautiful long hair is not left in my hands, and I also drank wine happily.
Chapter completed!