The enemy is already very close.

When the Ionian coalition discovered the first abandoned checkpoint, they knew that the war was about to break out.

But what is strange is that after passing two abandoned checkpoints in a row, they did not meet a single Noxusian.

The Noxus seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Everyone felt a little strange about this, but at the same time, they felt a little excited in their hearts.

You can probably guess this situation without thinking too much. The Noxus are definitely afraid of the confrontation. They dare not confront each other in a dignified manner. They were crushed by the two terrible failures before, and they ran away and ran to a place where they could not retreat.

Rather than waiting for the final battle, it is better to say that it is like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for the final death in the corner.

When they thought of this situation, some people even whistled easily while kicking the annoying fence.

"This is not a good phenomenon." Graves closed the book in his hand, looked at the soldiers who were obviously relaxed around him, and shook his head, "Looking at Valorand's history, there is no war that can be won by an army that has the idea of ​​dying. The so-called arrogant soldiers will be defeated."

"That's not that serious. It's just that the successive victory made them underestimate the enemy. They are not yet arrogant. Besides, this is a battle for defense. Don't underestimate the power of their local feelings." Chen Senran comforted Graves instead.

"To be honest, I really can't understand you anymore. The situation is actually getting more and more dangerous. We are now alone, because no one knows when those guys on Tianwang Mountain will get a knife, but you are still so old and god-like. Let's talk about it. What trump card do you have?" Graves looked at Chen Senran with great curiosity.

In such a long time, Graves has never been able to see through Chen Senran.

He always gives Graves a mysterious, unpredictable feeling, and will always leave a terrible feeling of a backhand you would never have imagined.

This time...

What surprises are there?

"You might as well guess?" Chen Senran seemed to be interested, and did not answer, and asked back.

"Oh. Interesting, then I'll guess." Graves laughed, lit a cigar for himself, and threw it to Chen Senran at the same time. While lit a cigarette, he pondered, "Well, I guess it's Fitz. Is it right? It must be Fitz, otherwise you can't explain why it is not here now."

"Because its combat power can only be exerted at sea, I sent it to assist in defense at sea." Chen Senran shrugged with a cigar and signaled that you were wrong.

"I'm afraid there is also the intention of surveillance of Dunitz?" Graves raised his eyebrows and said, "Then it is Draven? Is it right? He is your good knife. You just let him go out like this. Is there any conspiracy? I remember you were sneaking in and looking for him."

"Draven, yes. He is very powerful, but I didn't ask him to do anything. Besides, no matter how brave a person is, he will definitely not affect a war. He just went to fulfill a wish." Chen Senran shook his head.

"Then..." Graves scratched his head with some distress, and suddenly a divine light appeared and exclaimed, "Aha, I understand, it's that... that deep-sea giant. Nortilus, right? I said I haven't seen this guy for a long time. It's definitely you who asked him to do something shameful?" Graves' words were not polite, and his expression was also full of eyebrows.

It's like playing some interesting guessing game.

"It's a pity, it's still wrong. Nortilus..." Chen Senran shook his head, "He missed home very much, I asked him... to go home."

This sentence he said was quite meaningful.

"Okay, I admit I can't guess, and announce the answer." Graves gave up.

"I will know the answer then." Chen Senran refused.

"Okay." Graves was not surprised at all.

The two of them picked up cigars at the same time.

The smoke slowly rose, giving the beauty of an old man.

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"Now you should tell me the answer?" Drayus frowned and looked at the latest battle report.

The Ionian coalition had already reached their second post, less than half a day away from their camp.

The atmosphere in the entire camp has become more and more serious, and last night he was run away by the famous murderer Vincent.

The soldiers were more resentful and their morale was lower.

If the opponent sets up his formation tomorrow and presses over, he may not have to fight anymore, and no matter how high his prestige is, it will be useless.

That's the whole collapse.

"You let him go." Svein said another sentence.

"What?" Dryus was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little disbelief.

"I said, you let our dear Mr. Vincent go, and it was said that he could be killed." Svein repeated, looking at Dryus with a strange look.

"Are you doubting me?" Dryus laughed furiously when he saw it, "Okay, just think that I let him go. What's the use of you really grab him? Skin and slap him? Hang him at the gate of the camp? Do you think this can inspire morale? Do you think that the Ionians will be afraid in this way? Sviin, aren't that naive?"

In the last sentence, he almost yelled.

"How much food reserves do we have?" Svein shook his head, as if he no longer wanted to continue the topic.

"The camp is enough to eat for three days, there are still some reserves on the ships in the port, and the sea support we can get, so there will be no food in a short time." Drius put away his anger and said reluctantly, "Why do you expect the navy's waste? It would be nice if they were not beaten to run away with their heads in their arms. There is also Puerto Rico who thought he would not take anyone seriously after winning a few battles. It's nothing."

As a result, he was furious again in the end.

"Well, where is the water?" Svein didn't care about Drayus's attitude at all and still asked his own questions.

"The water... is enough to drink for several days." Drayus felt something was wrong, "What do you want to do?"

"Dryus, do you remember what I told you first?" Svein asked another inexplicable question.

"At first..." Dryus vaguely felt something was wrong.

"If we want to win, we have to go out and bet. Now, it's time to bet." Svein was still saying inexplicable words, "How high are your prestige?"

"Card--"

"Bang--" As soon as he finished speaking, a strange sound suddenly sounded outside.

It seems... something has been sank? (To be continued...)

ps: First update.
Chapter completed!