The drizzle became heavier and heavier, like beads shooting down, heavy and animal-like, woven into bunches of gray-brown, dark green lines, pouring out, scattering countless light and broken water spots, completely covering the road.

The exquisite noble carriage walked quietly through the rain, reflected into Modrian's eyes, and the noble emblems on the side of the carriage were also seen. He turned his head to look at Horace on his side and spoke softly.

"Let's start with the annoying betrayer, and start the stage with the gorgeous stage!"

Horace nodded slightly, and a flame known as hatred was burning in his pupils under the black armor, burning his body and his soul.

Modrian turned his head and looked at the silent soldiers of the Choi Falli Legion behind him. The passionate blood in his heart dispelled the cold air of the rain curtain. The gray-white gun was placed on his waist, and the blades on both sides teared the raindrops to the blood trough that winded to the gun handle and flowed cold rain.

He was preparing to take action himself, preparing to take down the Cecil family's convoy with one blow, and fight quickly, without giving other forces to pay attention to this area in order to prevent accidents.

The legs were clamped against the horse's belly, and the sound of horse's hooves roared like thunder, rushing out of the ambush place specially prepared for them by the Dale family, and the royal guards would also stay away from this area at this moment.

The drizzle turned into a heavy rain, and it suddenly erupted and poured down. The gloomy sky seemed to be shouting, cheering for the upcoming massacre.

Sharp!

The long sword was pulled out from his waist, and Besimmo looked around the family cavalry approaching him with a cold expression. The purple armor contrasted with the dim starlight, and a mark of engraved magic patterns were faintly visible.

This is the elite cavalry carefully trained by the Cecil family, which took countless efforts and invited some teachers and retired knight officers from the Royal Capital Knight Academy to train for many years.

There were not many people, less than thirty people, but their strength had all reached the level of extraordinary knights. With the extremely skillful cooperation, Besimo had reason to believe that although this cavalry team could not match some ace cavalry, it was enough to surround the side.

The heavy rain poured down, and the vigorous energy of life was like a beacon of dark night. Besimo looked at the trembling street in the distance, then turned around and nodded slightly to the carriage.

Immediately, he held up the magic weapon he had been wearing for many years, a long sword with a cold air, frozen over the falling rain.

"The Cecil family fights bloody!"

The sound of horse hooves was everywhere, trampling on the falling rain water, moving towards the night, the sharp weapon with cold light tear open the rain curtain, and the figures and war horses immediately followed and smashed the quiet streets.

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The gray-black clouds buried the sky, the bright starlight kept dimming, and finally the light completely disappeared, only dull thunder flashed across the sky, and rays of lightning embellished the ink-colored rainy night.

In this quiet street, the sudden sound of horse hooves and the thunder flashing through the sky were mixed together, making it difficult to tell. Instead, the cold breath became colder, cold rain, sharp weapon, and a rolled breath.

Besimmo was speechless, and the surging life energy was active everywhere in his body. The substantial light spread to the long sword, which contrasted with the magic patterns on the sword.

As the distance approached, he vaguely saw the figure of the night attacking enemy, some familiar armor and the galloping red war horses, which seemed to have seen them there before.

Before I could think about it, a trace of extreme scarlet light suddenly shone on the heaven and earth, reflecting the cavalry with black armor, with three dents on the breastplate, which were strange signs.

"Captain Knight..." The horrified voice had not yet been released, and the next moment was flooded by a blood-colored wave.

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The fine rain curtain could not cover Modrian's gaze and stared at the galloping Cecil family cavalry. When the distance was enough, the gray-white gun in his hand blew the strong wind and blew the falling rain.

"Noxus, kill!"

The scarlet life energy suddenly burned like a raging fire. In an instant, waves of life energy surged and gathered together, connecting into groups, turning into a crimson blade, penetrated the rain curtain straightly to welcome the cavalry that was charging towards the charge.

puff!

puff!

puff!

The dull sound was like the sound of rain hitting banana leaves. Modrian held the gray-white gun tightly, and the simple and heavy heavy cavalry gun directly penetrated the enemy's front commander. Countless blood on both sides of the gun blade would be released along the winding blood groove, dyeing red and falling drizzle.

Big Knight, very good strength, a pity!

Modrian felt a sense of obstruction when the gray gun touched the grey gun, and then disappeared. The blood-stained gun blade penetrated the armor and revealed it from his back, bringing out the red flesh and blood.

The war horse galloped, and Modrian shook his wrist slightly, shook off the surviving enemy on the gray-white spear, and continued to lead the soldiers of the Choi Falli Legion to charge forward, and the flower of killing bloomed from time to time.

This was a massacre, just a charge, the extraordinary knights carefully trained by the Cecil family were almost defeated, and the remaining knights stood blankly under the rain curtain, as if they could not believe everything in front of them.

Scream! Scream! Scream!

The shadows twisted and flickered in the night, bringing up a few soaring heads. The sprayed blood mixed with rainwater flowed on the streets, condensed like blood-colored streams, with a strong and fishy smell spreading.

The rapid sound of horse hooves stopped. Modrian waved the gray-white gun, and threw away the blood. He looked back at the end of the battlefield, continued to ride the war horse, and came to the exquisite and gorgeous carriage. The groom driving was already dead, and the figure of Jie sat upright at the door curtain, waiting for his arrival silently.

Tat!

Modrian dismounted, nodded slightly to Jie, and then lifted the curtain of the door embroidered with noble emblems. The dark purple bird sputtered by blood seemed to be trembling, without the blowing of wind and rain.

Amazing!

This was Modrian's first feeling. The soft magic lights were falling, and a bright red dress covered the carriage, long lilac hair, jade-like collarbone, and a stunning and beautiful face with a lazy look.

But at this moment, there was a trace of deep fear mixed with the laziness. When Siglid shone with the ultimate scarlet light, he already understood the other party's terror and wanted to escape from here. Unfortunately, the breath outside the car made her afraid to move, and the fatal danger flashed deep in her soul.

"Earl Siglid? I'm very happy to see you!" Modrian lifted up his armor and sat beside Siglid without hesitation. I have to say that the charm of the stunning young woman in front of him was the most attractive among everyone he had ever seen. Except for the Wrath of the Storm, Gana, it was the most attractive.

"To introduce myself, I am Modrian, from Valoran, the northern part of the Kingdom."

Siglid calmed down his inner turmoil, his slender white fingers gathered his long lavender hair, and his black pupils filled with confusing mist, like a beautiful flower, extremely bright.

"Ye'an, Baron Modrian, I also want to visit you after this noble parliament, but I don't want to meet here."

Between life and death, everyone has their own way of survival. As for whether they are shameful or not, they are not important in survival.
Chapter completed!