"It's him." Chen Senran raised his head and looked in the direction where the crow was chirping.

"Who?" Graves also looked into the sky.

The crow.

"Sviin." Chen Senran said slowly.

"It turned out to be him?" Graves showed a look of surprise.

"It's him." Chen Senran lowered his head and pursed his lips. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Bang——" The stone containing rune energy was ejected from the launcher.

"Bang—" The loaded musket broke out at the same time.

Guns and fire were everywhere, and swords were chaotic.

Dryus stood at the end of the black frenzy, allowing the bullet stones to fly and jump at his feet.

He firmly put the scarlet axe in his hand on the ground and looked at the brave black iron stream in front of him.

He couldn't help but think of the afternoon yesterday:

"Card--"

"Bang—" A strange sound sounded outside the tent.

Immediately afterwards, there were scattered noises.

Nearby, there is a more dense noise.

It seems like there are many people quarreling there.

"What did you do?" Drayus growled at Svein almost gritted his teeth.

But Svein still looked at him innocently and said, "I'll try, Noxus' luck."

"What?!!" Drius left the angrily and wanted to grab Svein's collar, but in the end he forced himself to hold it back, turned around and lifted the curtain and walked out.

Although he has a bad temper, he is definitely not a reckless man. He knows that it is useless to get angry with Svein here. If the camp is really blown up outside, then it will be really too late to make a comeback.

After walking quickly to the camp, he finally knew the source of the noise.

As soon as he saw that scene, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

At the port next to the military camp, a group of soldiers were sank the few ships one after another, and a group of people stood in the vital position. More people tried to break through the group of people to stop the crazy behavior of chiseling the ship.

"Are you crazy?" A leading soldier roared excitedly at the soldiers blocking the road.

"We are just on orders." An officer among the soldiers blocking the road looked at the soldiers in front of him who were several times more powerful than them, and his hands were already on the knife at his waist.

It was obvious that he wanted to kill him again.

"Whose order do you follow?" an officer from the opposition asked with a frown. He was still a little sensible if he was an officer.

It’s such a crazy thing to chisel boats. It’s also in such a sensitive period, and it’s definitely not what the other party’s little officer dares to do it by himself.

"Above." The officer pressing the knife replied without any emotion.

"Why?" The opposition officer was still a little prestigious. As soon as he spoke, the noisy soldiers around him suddenly became quiet.

"Nothing to be told." The officer who pressed the knife answered firmly.

"You..." The opposition officer was also a little angry for a moment.

At this time, more soldiers discovered the situation here and gathered over, and the atmosphere became more solemn for a moment.

"Get out of the way, you can't do this." A soldier shouted again.

"Yes, you can't do this. Are you crazy? Get out of here, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." More soldiers echoed.

But the soldiers of the resistance faction remained indifferent. Even as the soldiers gathered more and more, they had to directly unsheathed their swords and threatened the people around them not to get closer.

"Hey, I dare to show my sword to your grandfather. Do you know who I am? Zoro, the Sword King is me. Are you fucking impatient? "A scar on a scar on a scar on the face of a scar face twisted, and a long, shiny knife was also unsheathed.

With him as a demonstration, other soldiers naturally followed suit.

"Single"

"Single"

"Cangzi" for a moment, the sound of long swords being sheathed everywhere.

There was a dead silence around the port, and the atmosphere solidified to suffocation.

Only the sound of chiseling a boat was heard one after another.

"Do you give in? It's all your brothers. If you really want to do something, it's not good." The opposition officer who spoke first had already drawn his sword. He gave an ultimatum to the soldiers of the resistance group who were already completely weak.

"Please back." But the opposition officers still said the same.

At the same time, an even more unbearable scene occurred at the sea port, and the soldiers were dumping food and fresh water.

This is simply...

Take their lives!!!

"Get out!!!" Someone in the opposition finally couldn't help but start waving the long sword in his hand and was about to move forward.

"Don't force us!!!"

"you……"

"Tear--" Finally someone took the knife, and he slashed at the rebel tube of the resistance faction with great harshness.

If this knife is solid, then...

"boom--"

"puff--"

A loud noise suddenly broke out in the air. At the same time, the person who used the knife suddenly separated his body.

There was a moment of silence in the crowd, followed by a longer silence.

No one dares to speak.

Because the one who divided the unlucky corpse was a scarlet battle axe.

The battle axe belonging to Dryus.

"You all turned against each other, aren't you?" The crowd was silent, only Dryus's voice echoed everywhere.

The originally crowded crowd made way and Dryus, wearing a scarlet cloak, walked slowly through the periphery.

Many people watched him want to speak but stopped, and finally the opposition officer spoke.

"General, this matter..." He looked at Drayus, hoping that Drayus could give him and give everyone an explanation.

After all, this is really a matter that affects the morale of the army.

But Dryus did not answer him directly, but walked past him step by step and came to the officer of the resistance faction, before looking at him, and saying to everyone, "This matter is my order."

I gave this order.

As soon as this sentence was said, everyone looked at him with an incredible look. Many people even seemed to have no idea about him, and their eyes were full of despair.

"General... General, you..." The opposition officer was also unable to accept this answer. He could not understand it at all. This was...

Why?

"You must want to ask me why I did this, right?" Dryus smiled a little helplessly.

He understood what Svein meant, how high is my prestige?

Sviin, do you really not overestimate me?

There was silence all over the place, and everyone was waiting for an explanation.

And the destruction work is still underway there.

"Let them stop first." Dryus suddenly said to the officers of the resistance faction.

"Yes." The officer did not object this time. He signaled behind him, and soon the destruction work behind him stopped.

"Can anyone tell me how many years have Ionia fought in this war?" Dryus picked up the battle axe that had just been killed and leaned it under him.

Blood flows drop by drop.

"Tick--"

"Tick--"

Dropped in the suffocating air, there was an extremely murderous silence.

"No one?" Dryus repeated.

The sea breeze at noon blew, and there was a hint of coldness.

"I...I know." Finally a soldier raised his hand and said, "Seventeen years, to be precise, seventeen years and eight months, began in August of the 198th year of the New World calendar, and that year the wheat in Noxus was still green."

The soldier who spoke was already old-fashioned. The years and the wind and frost of war made his face extremely vicissitudes, but you could still vaguely see the handsomeness of youth between your eyebrows. I think he was still in his prime when he came.

But this island took away the best years of his life.
To be continued...