These ruthless and bloody scenes are spreading outside the Renver Mountains with the Dowbor Fort as the center, and the red blood gradually dyes the muddy land red.

In the cold and gloomy environment, dim figures quietly shuttled through the oak forest and leaped across the mountains and hills. They were chasing their extremely fragile enemies.

No one can escape from the shadows, silent killing harvests the despair of life.

At the top of the tree canopy, the catastrophe stands alone, allowing the wind to roar, but it remains as towering as a rock. The plain eyes reflect the scene of killing, and the shadows linger.

"Leader, the peeper has been cleared!"

A gray shadow slowly rose from behind the robbery, and a cold voice came from it, reporting the news ahead.

Jie looked at the gray shadow silently, and the memories appeared in his eyes. He remembered the chatterbox guy who would always follow him.

If he represents the present of Yingliu, then that guy represents the future of Yingliu.

In the war when the Noxus Empire invaded Ionia, shortly after the massacre on the Yipu River ended, he clearly remembered that on the side of the river, he encountered Kaiyin, who was a child soldier of Noxus at that time.

The thin and short Kaiyin waved a sharp-looking farming sickle. This was the cruel fate of the Noxus. Even children had to accept the order to become a soldier.

But Jie saw a weapon to be cut from the boy. For some reason, Jie took him as a disciple.

Later, in this young believer, Jie saw the pure target motivation that was comparable to his own, and saw the future of Yingliu.

"We will meet in the end, and we look forward to the moment we meet, when the sharp blade of the shadow flow will be stained with blood glory."

The sharp blade slid out from the cuffs, chopping down the falling raindrops, and the shadows covered Jie's figure, and disappeared from the top of the tree canopy in a moment.

"Target, Irvingdale Town, Shadows will bury their lives."

Shadows filled the sky, rolling up rains, and between the hazy sky, illusory figures could be seen vaguely moving forward.

Here, there will be Noxus Empire cavalry to clean up the mess, and those guys who are like cold machines are very suitable for dealing with these.

............

Huhu! Huhu! Huhu! Huhu!

Old Jack woke up from a nightmare, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his off-white hair was wet.

He stretched out his hands to cover his tired face, and there was a hint of fear in his turbid eyes. In the nightmare just now, Old Jack watched the oak tavern turn into ashes, and his familiar friends lay on the ground, with red blood stinging his eyes.

Gently pressing the exquisite magic lamp, Old Jack got out of bed in a soft dress and came to the window of the room.

The stars are in the middle of the night, the rain is drizzling, and there are few pedestrians outside the oak tavern, most of whom are hangovers, and just enjoy the perfect nightlife.

Old Jack stopped for a while, and the fine cold sweat drank on his forehead by the cold wind, but for some reason, he still felt the fear in the nightmare follow the reality.

The sound of the door sounded, and Old Jack turned around and looked at it. It was his old friend John Andy. He seemed a little anxious when he saw that he was safe and sound. He did not breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong, John, is something going on?" Old Jack asked.

"It's nothing, I just saw the lights in your bedroom suddenly light up and thought something happened." Old John said with a smile, his wrinkled face full of warmth.

"Haha, this is our territory, what accident will happen." Old Jack left the window, sat in his seat, poured a cup of hot tea, and picked it up and drank it all.

Although Old Jack's expression remained calm, he always felt a little uneasy. He felt that the previous nightmare might not be aimless, but perhaps it was a warning given by fate.

"Have you arranged it? We left Irvingdale town at dawn. It was the time for the city defense force to change shifts and the time for the relaxed defense." Old Jack said to Old John standing beside him.

"All notices are made, and those who can follow us have replied. As for..." Old John paused slightly, then said firmly.

"As for the absence of a reply, I have arranged a staffing staff, which will keep those people completely silent."

As soon as the words came to an end, the hunched and old body exposed a terrifying momentum, and the turbid eyes were full of murderous intent.

Hearing Old John's statement, Old Jack didn't say much. He was too familiar with his old friend. Since they were abandoned in the Kingdom of Stoke, this old friend's personality has become a bit extreme and his style of doing things is dark.

"Roseti, I haven't seen the little guy in the past few days. Are you ready to break through?" Old Jack opened the topic and talked about Rosetti, a little guy with good cultivation talent.

"The evacuation is too urgent, and some people cannot be mobilized. I arranged for Rossetti to help." Old John smiled slightly, and when he talked about Rossetti, his sharp aura was much more restrained.

"I always have a bad premonition to arrange for him to come back as soon as possible. I hope I'm over-thinking."

Old Jack got up from the seat, patted the old guy on the shoulder, and looked at the night sky outside the window again. At this time, the dark night was still shrouded in rain, as if the shadows were coming, and there was no trace of dawn.

Destiny, I am your always believer, I hope you can bring me...

Bang!

The door was suddenly knocked open, and a figure covered in blood staggered into the room, gasping for breath. After seeing Old Jack and Old John, a dry sound came out.

"Uncle Jack, Dad, something is wrong. Cooper suddenly attacked us. We were not prepared and suffered heavy losses."

The rich energy of life surged, and Old John appeared beside Rossetti, holding the seriously injured Rossetti with both hands, looking at the scars covered with his body, and a hint of chill appeared in his eyes.

"Damn Cooper, why did they raid us at this time? Did anyone leak the news?"

"Don't think so much anymore. Since they have broken up, we can't stay too long. Let's leave now." Old Jack on the side said, his old face a little gray, and his premonition seemed to come true.

"But, our people are not ready..."

"Shut up, John Andy, don't you understand yet? We have been exposed in Modrian's eyes, and even... he never even took us to heart."

Old Jack directly interrupted Old John's words, recalling the group of black cavalry who had settled in the town of Irvingdale, he finally understood Modrian's intentions.

It turns out that I have been eyeing us for a long time, haha, I really look down on us, an elite cavalry team of 100 people.

He glanced at Rossetti, covered in blood, and whispered: "Now, see if fate favors us, otherwise we will be completely buried in the town of Irvingdale tonight."
Chapter completed!