Modrian looked at the refugees who were clamoring. His extraordinary eyes could easily see the madness in the eyes of those people, and also see some people who were in a hurry.

Even if the clothes are similar, their complexion cannot deceive people, which is different from the crazy and resentful complexion of real refugees.

"How many refugees gathered here occupy Valoran's leadership?" Modrian asked softly, with a different kind of emotion flashing in his brown eyes.

"More than half." Crane looked at the lord, lowered her head and replied in a deep voice.

"Half!" Modrian murmured again, his eyes flashed past the crazy refugees who had gathered over a thousand people, then turned to look at the location of the Laxtak Fortress, and waved his hand coldly.

"Let's start!"

If it were the usual situation, he might have been kind and considering dispersing everyone at the foot of the mountain, and then screening the mastermind behind the capture one by one.

But now, unlike in the past, Valoran is destined to be the center of sight in this kingdom turmoil. So why not add some blood to the upcoming lively scene, so that the many forces who are playing conspiracy will be more awake.

Bang!

The red fireworks bloomed over the Duower Fort, turning into a red-bottomed axe-blade flag, condensed in the sky for a long time.

In the camp at the foot of the mountain, after seeing the fireworks in the sky, the refugees who exuded resentment were slightly stunned, and then they became in the previous state, making noise and wanting to enter the city halfway up the mountain, where they would provide what they dreamed of.

Dongdong! Dongdong!

The sound of neat footsteps came from the mountain roads, like a majestic and majestic piano piece that roused everyone's hearts, but for the hidden spy, it turned into a tormenting death song.

Not only were there movements from the mountain peaks, but there were soldiers wearing silver armor in all directions.

These are Demacia soldiers stationed in Duowo Fort. There are not many people, only seven hundred. However, it is quite easy to destroy the group of refugees who are powerless in front of you.

When the enemy appears in front of him, the Demacia soldiers don't care about anything else. As a military force in the Demacia Empire who has been fighting against the Noxus Empire all their lives. Kindness and mercy do not exist, even if these people seem so weak.

With agile steps, the Demacia soldier held a silver shield and waved the sharp blade in his hand, bringing up a large piece of blood.

Killing starts!

Or more importantly, it is a massacre, because Demacia soldiers completely surrounded all the gathering refugees without leaving any gaps to escape.

The strong smell of blood awakened the fear of these refugees who were once dominated by wolves, crying, begging for mercy, and sadness, and praying that the private soldiers who obviously belonged to the nobles in front of them would let them go. How pitiful it seemed, but they forgot their previous face.

Before the bloody death, life has different aspects, but the purpose is the same and desires to survive.

Unfortunately, the killing actions of Demacia soldiers did not stop at all, but became more rapid. A group of refugees who had long lost their resistance could not raise the real battle they longed for.

“Born!”

Modrian shook his head gently, and the killing at the foot of the mountain was somewhat unexpected. There was no hidden force jumping out to stop him at this moment. He also brought the sword captain Tiana's title guard and the soldiers of the Fearless Pioneer Legion.

"Cran, I'll leave the rest to you." Modrian smelled the bloody smell, showed an intoxicated expression, then patted Cran on the shoulder and said.

"Then let's go back."

Modrian looked at Tiana beside him, as cold and serious as usual. Could it be that the people in the Mianwei family are like this?

Given the boring thoughts in his mind, he returned to the mountain embedded Noxtola, praying that the movements of the Laxtak Fortress were not over yet, and he was looking forward to Svein's strength.

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Laxtak Fortress, near dark jungle.

Several crows stood on the bare branches, making hoarse screams, and their scarlet eyes quietly stared at several figures in black cloaks gathered together.

When the faint mist covered the sky, the group of hidden people who were peeping at the fortress could not control their breath, because a strange and terrifying aura suddenly appeared in the spiritual perception.

"Damn it, go!!!"

hiss!

The leading black shadow took out a spell scroll from the cloak and tore it apart directly. Flashes of space fluctuations emerged in front of him, forming a black and red portal, and mysterious and strange patterns were engraved on the edge of the illusory door.

The other hidden people ran towards the portal without giving instructions. Their quick movements could be comparable to some medium and low-level assassins.

But unfortunately, their actions were still too late.

The crow on the branches suddenly fluttered its wings and soared, like an arrow, crashing into the newly formed black and red portal.

puff!

A strange thing happened. This portal representing the hope of the hidden person turned into bubbles, and the smoke disappeared, as if there was a powerful force that directly cut off the positioning of the portal and condensed spell energy.

"Array!"

The retreat was broken, and the black shadows in the lead were very decisive. When the hope disappeared, they lined up back to back and formed a circular protective array in order to face the upcoming enemies.

The gradually rising wind and waves blew away the faint mist. Svein floated in the air, gently tightening the plain coat she draped outside, looking down at the poor guys with a plain face. They had no idea that they were being watched by the flock of crows scattered around them after they came to the vicious frontier.

"Crown, we don't know that this is your territory, otherwise we would never offend you." The black shadow in the head lifted up the black cloak and showed the old mage holding the purple-black staff. Judging from his mental fluctuations, he was actually a high-level spell caster.

"Please give us a chance, maybe you are the same as we are seeking."

"Dark blasphemy priest?" Svein fell from the air, and the black stick in his hand hit the ground. He smelled a similar smell, like a demon in his body, like the abyss passage sealed by Gana in the Fortress of Laxtak.

"Are you coming for the abyss passage?"

"Yes, Cangxia, this is also the reason why Cangxia sent us here behind us!" The old master kept himself low because he had already felt the unfathomable power on the opposite side, and was most likely a legendary Cangxia.

"If you need help, I think we can help a little!"

"Are you afraid of me?" Svein said with a chuckling, and his left hand slowly stretched out. "Although I am very relieved, this is not like the style of blasphemy of the priests. After all, even the gods cannot destroy you who are greedy."

Hearing this, the old mage looked solemn. He couldn't figure out what the person in front of him was thinking. Finally, he said in a low voice: "Mr. Cang, I know you are a legend, but there is a demon lord standing behind us. You must think clearly."

"Can you know the organization behind you? I'm very interested." Svein did not answer, but looked at the old mage with interest.

He likes darkness, especially darkness that can steal the power of the gods and bring fear, and these dark blasphemous priests seem to have mastered such power.
Chapter completed!