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Just as the crowd was immersed in the joy of victory and enthusiastic cheers, the atmosphere suddenly underwent a drastic change. The temperature in the air plummeted abruptly, causing a bone-chilling sensation. Then, a large number of ice crystals appeared in the air, rapidly condensing into a huge block of ice in a matter of seconds, resembling a small iceberg.
Cracks appeared on the ice block, slowly splitting open to reveal a figure. It was Lissandra. There was a hint of incredulous mockery and disdain on her face, as if being repelled by Draven into the high tower just now was all part of her game.
She walked arrogantly to the ice, her gaze fixed on Draven, and then said loudly in a somewhat mocking tone, "Not bad at all, Draven. You've managed to push me this far, it seems you do have some skills. But do you think this will end everything?"
The words were like a bucket of cold water poured suddenly on the faces of the enthusiastic crowd. The previous cheers vanished instantly, replaced by a dead silence and thick unease. People's faces turned pale as they looked at Lissandra in terror, as if she were a demon from hell, an unbeatable presence.
Draven tightly gripped the axe in his hand, his eyes becoming sharper as if they were a sharp knife, ready to cut Lissandra into pieces. He knew deep down that this battle was far from over, and what lay ahead would be a true fight for life and death.
He took a deep breath, as if trying to gather every inch of his muscles and every drop of his blood to this moment. His gaze was firm, unwavering, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory and the path he was about to take. His hand gripping the axe trembled slightly, not out of fear, but out of the excitement of the impending challenge.
Draven Slightly bent at the waist, like a runner at the starting line, ready to face everything that is about to come. He knew that this moment would be the most important moment of his life, and also the final battle of this fight.
Draven Standing on the battlefield, gripping two axes tightly in his hands, his whole body tense, like a bowstring pulled taut, ready to shoot a deadly arrow at any moment. His gaze was extremely sharp, like a fierce beast searching for prey, firmly locked onto Lissandra.
However, at this tense moment, Lissandra suddenly raised his hand as if to cast some powerful magic. This action immediately broke the tense atmosphere and made Draven hesitate involuntarily.
"Oh, Draven, don't you think it's a pity to eat the main course now?" Lissandra said in an almost mocking tone, with a hint of evil smile on his lips.
Draven His heart sank, not understanding her intentions, but he knew this was definitely not a good sign.
"I will let you witness the destruction of Noxus," Lissandra declared loudly, his voice filled with undeniable confidence and arrogance, "Noxus will soon be mine!"
As soon as the words fell, a cold air suddenly emanated from her body. Her body seemed to be torn apart by some unimaginable force, gradually becoming transparent, and then turning into countless ice crystals. These ice crystals hovered in the air, as if attracted by some mysterious power, and eventually condensed into ice crystal ravens. These ravens circled in the air, as if mocking Draven's incompetence, and then quickly flew into the distance, disappearing into the horizon.
Draven stood in the center of the battlefield, his gaze closely following the group of ice crystal ravens until they disappeared into the distant sky. His heart was filled with a heavy anger and helplessness, as if being crushed by a huge stone. He could not accept this kind of ending, could not accept Lissandra escaping his grasp so easily.
"You, what have you done to my brother!" Draven suddenly roared in anger, his voice filled with intense emotion and pain. This was not only a shout at Lissandra, but also a self-reproach for being unable to protect his family.
He fiercely swung the axe in his hand, exerting all his strength to hurl it into the empty sky. The axe drew a perfect arc in the air, ultimately disappearing into the thick clouds. At that moment, it seemed as if the entire world could feel his anger and dissatisfaction.
Draven stood still, his hands clenched into fists, every muscle in his body trembling violently. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the raging anger within himself. But the flames seemed to grow stronger, almost consuming him entirely.
He roared again, this time at his own helplessness, at the unfairness of fate, and at the enemies who had taken away the ones he loved. His roar echoed across the open battlefield, like a wounded lion letting out its final roar.
The captain of the guard stood beside Draven, feeling a nearly tangible sense of tension. Draven's body was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, filled with suppressed anger and unease. The captain knew this was an extremely dangerous and sensitive moment, but he also knew he had to figure out what to do next.
"Draven, what should we do now?" the captain asked cautiously, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
Draven fell silent for a moment, as if organizing his emotions and thoughts. Finally, he mounted his warhorse, a strong black steed, and then spoke: "Immediately disperse the crowd here. I want all the leaflets that have fallen from the high tower to be destroyed. And clear the area around the high tower completely."
The captain of the guard immediately stood up straight, nodded vigorously, indicating that he would carry out these orders right away.
At that moment, a shadow slowly descended from the sky, it was the axe that Draven had angrily thrown into the air earlier. The axe drew a perfect arc in the air, spinning several times before finally landing securely in Draven's hand.
Draven effortlessly caught the axe with one hand. He turned around and said to the captain of the guard in a decisive and authoritative tone, "I still have matters to report to the council. You must ensure that everything here is carried out according to my instructions."
After saying this, Draven suddenly waved his whip, and the warhorse let out a long and deep neigh, then dashed towards the direction of the Council building at an astonishing speed. Draven's figure gradually disappeared in the dust and the distant buildings, but his commanding presence and unquestionable authority left everyone present feeling the pressure and responsibility.
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