Strong wind.

It blows from every corner of Tianwang Mountain.

The smell of blood around was very strong.

dusk.

A great war has just ended.

The setting sun in the sky is like blood.

Draven picked up the half-moon-shaped double-edged whirling ax that was deeply embedded in the head of a Noxian officer, and slowly shook out the blood and brain matter on it.

His hand was very steady, and it didn't look like he had just experienced a one-sided massacre.

He was not tired at all, and even a little unsatisfied.

In this battle, Ghost-faced Shura Vincent faced off against a Noxian elite team of 150 people and won completely.

The belatedly arrived Guards officer first glanced at the corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains, then quickly ran to Draven's side and handed over a piece of fine leather.

Draven took it without even looking and began to clean his sharp murder weapon.

"Sir, can you clean up the battlefield?" Even though he had a higher official position than Draven in name, when he saw the ferocious mask that exuded a deep luster in the sunset, the team officer couldn't help but use the honorific.

There was three parts admiration and seven parts fear in his words.

There is no way, no one will not be afraid of such a demon who kills his kind like a pig, even if he is his comrade in name.

But who knows...

Draven did not answer, but just waved his hand casually, and the sharp magic weapon in his hand made a terrifying sharp whistle in the air.

The team officer was so frightened that he took three steps back, as if he thought Draven would kill him immediately. He quickly ran to his men before he had the strength to shout: "Close... clean up the battlefield."

The soldiers in the Guards Battalion looked at Draven tremblingly and cautiously walked across the battlefield. No one dared to say a word, for fear of waking up the god of death sleeping in the sunset.

Draven's reputation in Ionia is indeed great, but most people still have a bad reputation. Many people are afraid of him to the point of fear, but there are not many who really admire him.

The sunset became thicker, and the blood-stained Draven in the ferocious armor reflected in the sunset became even more terrifying.

Draven didn't pay attention to other people's eyes. He walked to the high point of the hillside and sat down on a rock. He looked at the vast plain below the hillside.

The wind is getting stronger.

The blowing made the grass and trees in the mountains make a whining sound, as if the souls of those who had died here for several years were crying for a long time.

He put the pair of murder weapons in his hands on the ground and started to freeze.

Of course he knew he was killing Noxians.

Those people were supposed to be his comrades-in-arms, no, compatriots.

But he didn't care at all, he didn't feel anything at all.

He just likes killing, he just enjoys the feeling of killing. All he has to do is to be the best. Other than that, he doesn't care which side he is on. He is a member of the same country.

All he has to do is prove that he can.

As for his mask, is it for a little bit of compassion?

No, of course not.

For a bastard like him, he only wears a mask to prevent anyone from recognizing him. For this reason, he not only kills people cleanly in every battle, but also modifies his weapons so that people will not recognize it as him.

The weapon used by Draven.

Although he was not famous in China before, even if he became famous, it was because of his brother's prestige, and more people would still call him a clown in private.

clown?

Hum, when one day you know who I am, you should pay the price for laughing at me.

I, Draven, am the best.

In the endless strong wind, Draven let out a low and sinister laugh.

I really look forward to the day when I can meet you, brother.

The sunset is so nice.

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Although Draven has tried his best to hide his identity, his every performance is too powerful.

Destroy an entire well-trained team with one person.

Not just once.

This had to make the Noxian military pay attention to this terrifying god of death.

"So, our Mr. Ghost Face Shura performed another complete massacre for us?" Darius sat in the dark tent, looking at the latest war report in front of him. There was no expression on his face.

He has been in Ionia for more than half a year. After the mobilization last May, he came to this damn island with the army.

This was his first time coming to Ionia. He didn't have time to participate in the last war of aggression, but this time he finally realized the horror of this island.

He finally understood why a country as powerful as Noxus could not conquer this weak island.

He found the resilience of the people on this island and their desire to survive in desperate circumstances overwhelming.

Last time, with the help of powerful Zaun magic weapons and poisons, the powerful Noxus was not able to conquer this place.

So this time, under the premise that magic weapons are explicitly banned, it will become more and more difficult to win this war.

Darius even felt that they should withdraw their troops and go home. This war would not end even if it continued for another hundred years.

This is a disgrace to a proud Noxian.

But he had to admit it.

He wants to live with this shame.

He has realized that starting this war was a mistake.

He wanted to undo this mistake.

Unfortunately, no one agreed.

Whether it is the usually wise Swain or the incomparably powerful General Burnham, they are determined to finish this war.

General Burnham even gave himself a death order to either go back with victory or with heads.

This is a never-ending ending.

Although he fully understood the importance of winning this war.

But Darius also had to worry that perhaps the end of this war would be the end of Noxus.

"General, I think it is necessary for us to conduct a beheading operation. No matter how many masters are dispatched, this ghost-faced Shura must be killed. Otherwise, the morale of the army will be unstable." After waiting for a long time, the subordinates standing under the tent finally spoke out.

Darius's thoughts were interrupted.

"Is everyone scared?" Darius asked casually, covering the document in front of him.

"Although it's shameful, I have to admit that the soldiers have become timid. Now no one dares to go out on patrol in small groups." The officer under the tent hesitated for a moment and then replied.

"The military spirit of Noxus..." Darius suddenly remembered what the former Valkyrie said to him on that majestic rainy night.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what the military spirit of Noxus was.

What is true Noxus?

"I understand, you go down." Darius waved his hand and sent the officer away.

He suddenly felt tired.

Ghost-faced Shura... (To be continued...)

ps: Second update.

I feel so bad.
Chapter completed!