When the sun is completely in the west.

Ezreal finally descended to the final position of the barrier.

Less than ten yards from the ground.

The distance is no more than half a magic hour at most.

The nearby Ezreal could already hear the sound of the black robes of the patrolling Noxians not far away rubbing against the whistling wind and snow through the Hex sound collector he used to replace his ears.

sound.

We can definitely arrive before dark.

Then, just wait and wait for it to get dark.

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When the sun is completely in the west.

Within the fortress.

In a room with only one lamp lit.

Two expressionless men.

"Fifteen thousand people, all destroyed." The expressionless soldier stood in front of the dimly lit oil lamp and reported the latest battle report almost mechanically.

"Yeah." The expressionless Swain stroked the crow on his shoulder, which was almost blending into the darkness in the weak oil lamp, and just said a favor.

The demise of the fifteen thousand men, which accounted for nearly half of the Noxian garrison, did not cause any fluctuations in this commander who was always known for his cunning and cruelty.

He even had the interest to take out a worm from his pocket and feed it to the crow slowly and carefully.

He fed for a long time, bit by bit, until the crow swallowed the whole worm, then he raised his head and looked at the soldier who was motionless, standing in the darkness like a mechanical creation, and said, "Where is the general?"

"

"The general is in the conference room and hasn't come out yet." The soldier paused and then said, "I didn't know something happened inside. It suddenly became very cold."

"Oh." This time Swain finally had something to say. He nodded, then waved his hand to signal the soldier to go out.

The soldier turned around and went out without any hesitation, moving quickly and decisively like the best machine.

The door opened and closed, and in the room without one person, the originally scattered lights became more concentrated, illuminating Swain, pulling his entire thin and incomplete body into a long and lonely shadow.

He looked at the oil lamp and suddenly laughed. His laughter was not exaggerated, silent, or even obvious.

His smile was only in his eyes, which was inexplicable.

When he was laughing, the crow on his shoulder suddenly crowed.

"Quack——"

The oil lamp suddenly went out.

There was only darkness left in the house.

There are also some unknown secrets.

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When the sun is completely in the west.

In the Noxian camp.

In a narrow alley surrounded by two tall, rough and ancient buildings.

The last warm rays of the sun, rare in the Freljord, filtered in through the cracks, illuminating a small corner.

And half a person.

Half Chen Senran.

Long time no see Chen Senran.

The dusty Chen Senran.

Chen Senran can't remember how he entered here. He only remembers that he smelled that smell, the smell of the terrible and hateful woman who took away little Annie...

"Uh..." Chen Senran suddenly felt a tearing pain in his head. Something extremely aggressive was running around in his mind. His mind was a little unclear and he could no longer think.

Among other things, he felt that his body was collapsing just like his head. Even when he raised his hand now, he could see twisted and meaningless magic lines flowing and twisting like blood.

What is it?

unimportant.

The process is not important.

Life doesn't matter.

Death is not important either.

Nothing matters.

Results are what matter.

As long as little Annie can be rescued...

"Evelin, I know you are here." Although Chen Senran was almost mentally paralyzed, fortunately he could still remember his trump card.

Fortunately, he can still know that if he rushes out now, he will definitely die without a burial, and he needs to wait first.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the last afterglow was slowly fading away.

The entire dark alley seemed even more dead because of Chen Senran's silence.

"Okay." After waiting in silence for a long time, a sigh finally interrupted it.

When the sun was about to fade away, a purple-skinned figure walked out of the darkness and walked into the small light.

"What do you want from me?" Evelin's purple face was a little pale in the weak sunlight. "Let me make a promise first. I won't take action. I definitely won't."

"I know." Chen Senran was not angry because Evelin refused. He looked at Evelin with his eyes that were now flashing black and scary bloodshot eyes, "I only need you...

At the critical moment, take Annie away."

"Okay." Evelin agreed after being silent for a while.

"Your body..." She looked at Chen Sen for a while and then finally said this.

"I'm fine." Chen Senran shook his head and did not let her continue.

"Okay." Evelin suddenly laughed, turned her head and started walking towards the shadow, "But don't die, otherwise..."

She suddenly stopped, just like that at the junction of light and shadow for a long time, "Actually... you don't know where he is, right?"

She turned her back and couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad in her tone.

Chen Senran was silent for a long time.

"have no idea."

"Thank you." Evelin nodded and disappeared into the darkness.

Outside, the footsteps of patrolling people gradually became clearer.

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Outside, outside the alley.

The two teams of patrolling men finally met again when the sun was completely westward.

"All dead." The Winter's Claw warrior wearing rough armor lowered his voice and glanced in the direction of the fortress which was a little far away.

"This is good news." Volibear, the Ursine warrior with flashing eyes, said this. There was no smile on his humanized bear face. On the contrary, his words were full of unpredictable suspicion.

"What?" Although the Winter's Claw warrior was not very smart, he could still hear Volibear's obvious concerns.

"I don't know, but... I always feel that it's very strange, Swain..." Volibear also glanced at the direction of the fortress and whispered the last few words, "Is it really that stupid?"

"Duoluo——" The next moment, footsteps sounded from around the corner not far away.

Volibear and the Winter's Claw warriors passed each other quickly.

The sun in the sky was sinking faster, and it was getting dark.

It was getting dark throughout the Noxian camp, and seventy-eight people dressed as scouts were moving around silently.

In the snow not far from the Noxian camp, five hundred and fifteen Demacians and their commanders were quietly prostrate, waiting for the last light to pass.

Darkness, night.

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Chapter completed!