The good sunshine of Frellzow shines brightly on the snowy North Frellzow barrier. The dull sonic boom in the distance is still clearly heard even if there is a mountain.

Ezrel took a deep breath and tried to maintain balance in his body so that he could completely simulate Xueshan's body without any flaws.

The rune energy in the whole body was filled last night, enough to support his body to sneak into the camp in Noxus under the shape of the whole body, and after bombarding the camp in Noxus with two full-load endless energy rings, he escaped.

As long as he can sneak in safely and silently.

Thinking of this, Ezreal carefully glanced at the solemn and fierce Noxus camp below with the light of his eyes.

The entire camp was established on a frontier position that was formerly affiliated with Sezhuangni. Judging from the traces of ice and snow erosion on the old buildings all over the camp, those buildings obviously did not belong to this era. If Chen Senran was here, it would be recognized that these buildings belonged to the Frelljord Empire period.

Because, all these buildings were dug out of a whole piece of rock and placed there, thick and thick until death, and hard until death.

The entire camp can't be said to be a camp. It's more like a city belonging to that powerful empire hundreds of years ago, decorated by the Noxus army and resurrected.

The Noxus army surrounded the four corners of the city tightly, and activated some war fortifications that looked old but actually had military value, making the entire periphery almost impossible to enter.

And its interior, from the glance that Ezreal just now, was surrounded by unknown people in black robes before the fortress.

It seemed to be the Noxus Assassination Team, but as far as Ezreal knew, he should have killed all the members of the active Noxus Assassination Team that day.

Then these people are...

Moreover, judging from the information conveyed from the latest Hex exploration instrument on his body, these people have some unusual aura, which makes these people more than the ordinary Noxus assassination team.

So their insight must be above the level, and the entire city must have the Great Noxus Summoner hidden in the dark.

So he moved so slowly that it had been nearly four hours since he had crossed the barrier, but he had only dropped by one hundred yards, and there were still a full hundred yards from the ground.

At this speed, at least in the dark, Ezreal could enter this city.

I just hope that Garen's patience is enough to last until that time.

At this time, a crow rushed straight from the horizon in the distance, almost a hundred yards away from Ezreal's.

Ezreal quickly opened up the rune energy in his body, and simulated every joint and every piece of artificial skin into the color and breath of the Great Snow Mountain.

The crow passed by, and seemed to be heading towards the huge military fortress without discovering anything.

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The crow broke through the layers of the Noxus black-robed troops, which were like black waves, and entered a window that seemed to be opened for it, and rushed into the boundless darkness.

It rushed left and right in the darkness, like an old horse who knew the way, traveled through the seemingly endless passage like a maze, and finally flew into a large and dark room, and landed on an ordinary shoulder.

One hand gently stroked the slightly scattered feathers of the crow, and one head leaned against the crow.

A deep whisper began to sound in the dark and vast room.

The whisper stopped quickly.

"Or there is no result?" General Burnham was still sitting at the end of the long table of the committee, crossing his hands and holding his head. The painted black sword was placed on the table, as if he had not moved.

"Yes." Svein raised his head, took out a bug from his pocket and stuffed it into the crow's mouth.

At this time, a knock sounded outside the door.

"Come in." Svein brushed the crow's feathers on his shoulders, not caring about the presence of Burnham, the highest leader.

Burnham seemed to have no concern at all. He didn't even look at the Noxus soldier who was pushing the door in. His empty eyes looked straight ahead, like a pair of black armor that had been preserved in the past.

"Report, Olaf has entered the designated area and has been bombarded by unknown enemy weapons thirteen times, and has not died." The Noxus soldier who came to report looked at Svein without looking at him, his tone was cold and stiff, "please ask for the next instructions."

Svein teased the crow on his shoulder for a while, and sent the soldier away, looked at General Burnham, and said nothing.

General Burnham didn't say anything, he seemed to have not seen Svein looking at him at all, as if his entire soul had gone far away.

"Cough--" Svein coughed, and the cough suddenly rang out in the empty and dark room, like a thunderclap.

But General Burnham still had no reaction.

"Actually I have found something else." Svein had to speak. He looked at General Burnham's face hidden behind the dark black armor, and said word by word, "The Demacia stormtrooper is gone, I suspect they have sneaked into our rear now."

General Burnham still didn't respond. He seemed to be listening, and he continued to be trance.

"My people told me that those who were originally affiliated with Sejuani and those who were accompanied by the original Winter Claw were not at peace."

Burnham still doesn't agree.

"Our situation is actually very dangerous now, you..." Svein left a big white spot and wanted General Burnham to answer.

There was a long silence, until the whole vast room seemed to be about to solidify in time.

"Oh." The silent general finally spoke, and he said only one word, underestimating the casual and leisurely event that he seemed to have no concern about these major events that would definitely affect his entire North final strategy.

"Oh?" Svein frowned and showed a dissatisfied expression. He believed that he was extremely intelligent and knew people well, but he followed the serious and silent general in front of him, who was like a dead general for many years, but he never felt that he had truly understood him.

"You can do whatever you want." General Burnham finally moved, and he waved his hand and made Svein retreat, as if he was a little tired.

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I really didn't want to write it, but I was really embarrassed to make up for it in two days.

My body is really about to collapse, please vote.
Chapter completed!