"Is that Jiawen?" Darius was not at all intimidated by the power of the man holding the dragon spear high. He still maintained his condescending posture, without even raising his eyelids. "It's such a pity. That battle that year

I'm not here, otherwise, you would have died long ago."

The battle Darius was talking about was many years ago, when Jarvan was still very young, very naive, and full of the passion and dreams of a young man.

At that time, like his ancestors, he fought on the front line of the battle against Noxus, charging with the lowest soldiers, getting injured and bleeding, even though his life was in danger almost every moment, even though he

He broke countless spears and lost countless battles, but he firmly believed that as long as he kept charging and killing the enemy, one day, the glory of the Demacia Empire would be restored.

At that time, Jiawen felt that blood and swords were the most powerful weapons in the world. He believed that truth came from the spear.

Until that biggest defeat.

That time, he led 3,000 elite Demacian soldiers against Swain, who had just emerged at that time.

When Jarvan, who was fully clothed in military uniform, saw the lame Swain on crutches and coughing weakly on the battlefield, he laughed and said to his soldiers that no one in Noxus could use a lame man.

Are you ready for war?

The result is self-evident. The young man's arrogance and passion were easily shattered by the sinister eyes and conspiracy. In that battle, Swain just showed weakness and easily used the geographical advantage to annihilate all three thousand elites.

Captured alive Jarvan IV who went deep into the solitude and wanted to behead Swain.

When Swain walked up to Jarvan with a cane and stepped on the flesh and blood of three thousand Demacian elites and said calmly, "Your Highness, you lost to a cripple like me," Jarvan looked at the sky, his throat too dry to scream.

Say a word, Demacia will last forever.

That time, if Garen hadn't risked his life and led Demacia's Dauntless Stormtroopers to rescue him, he would have been killed by the war machine called Urgot.

"That time, I was lucky." The prince holding the dragon spear didn't seem to hear the disdain and ridicule in the man opposite him. He smiled in a low voice, seeming to be lamenting his good luck that year.

Hearing such words, Darius' eyes froze. He was a little surprised to see the prince who had escaped the disaster laugh at himself, and subconsciously touched his ferocious giant ax, because he

I felt a bit of pressure coming from the man who was supposed to have died many years ago.

This man who almost died because of his arrogance and passion, today, many years later, on this snowy night, is so calmly listening to others talking about his unbearable past, and laughing at himself with a smile, as if he has just finished listening to a story.

A good story worth pondering and applauding. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face, no anger in his words, and his eyes were deep and steady, like a mountain standing in the wind and rain.

"Actually, I should really thank Swain." Jarvan IV seemed to have become more interested after hearing his past. He simply put down the dragon spear in his hand and inserted it into the snow again.

"At that time, I was young and ignorant. I only knew how to immerse myself in the charge. I felt that a pair of hands would

A gun can bring down the whole world. As a result, so many good brothers were killed. At that time, I always told them that when the flowers on the west coast bloom next year, we will go home. Thinking about it now, it is really sad.

"When he said it later, his tone was a little sad, but he was still smiling.

The originally tense scene became much lighter with Jiawen's sad and yet sad smile. Even the murderous aura on Darius's body faded a bit. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he put his hand on the ax handle.

But he didn't take action. He seemed to want to hear what the prince wanted to say.

"For a long time, I felt guilty and wanted to commit suicide. Later, I chose to go to the whole world to find a way to atone for my sins." Jarvan sighed sadly when talking about that period of time. "At the beginning, I was in Valoran.

The people in the north hunted robbers and wild beasts in an attempt to satisfy their inner uneasiness by killing.

, but failed. Later I understood that what I needed was not killing, but a strong enough heart. So, I worked hard in the dry wilderness south of the magnificent barrier, under the boundless scorching sun.

After exercising my spirit, I feel that my whole person has become brand new.”

"So, I want to thank you, Swain, for the shame you gave me and allowed me to find my own path." After saying this, the man stood behind Darius and raised his hand.

Swain, who was silent under the torch, bowed deeply.

There was also a hint of relief in Darius's eyes.

If Darius had some contempt for the prince of Demacia because of what happened back then, then at this moment, he suddenly admired this man.

Sometimes, it is easy for a person to die, but difficult to live.

"Very good." Darius nodded, "I suddenly want to kill you. You are qualified to die under my ax because of your unyieldingness."

Faced with such bloody truth from Darius, Jarvan still smiled. He once again pulled out the stainless steel dragon gun, held it in front of him and said, "Do you know the name of this gun?"

?”

"What name?" Of course Darius would not give Jarvan any more time to talk nonsense. At this moment, his murderous intention surged up again, because of the impulse that could kill an amazing guy. He used his ferocious weapon

Pulling the big ax behind him, he squatted down slightly and began to accumulate strength.

"This gun was made by me, inch by inch, by collecting materials myself over the years. There are a total of three thousand notches carved on this gun, representing my three thousand dead brothers." Jiawen's hand moved inch by inch.

Brushing the fine steel dragon gun inch by inch, feeling the cold touch brought to him by each deep notch, he took a deep breath and said, "The name of this gun is, Qianjun."

The strong wind blows through the Dragon Spear.

Every inch of steel vibrates in the wind, and every inch of steel roars in the air.

The endless roar was like the souls of Jarvan's three thousand brothers returning to the world at that moment, roaring together and fighting alongside him.

"Qianjun, what a name." Darius laughed loudly, and he suddenly jumped into the sky, holding the ferocious giant ax above his head, "Before you die, I tell you,

This ax of mine is called..."

"Invincible."

The snow fell heavily.

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I originally thought I would be stuck until I died.

I finally wrote it down.

There is something I want to say in this chapter: Sometimes, it is easy for a person to die, but difficult to live.
Chapter completed!