In the sojourn ball, Marshall raised the telescope in his hand and looked out through the composite material. Several red figures appeared on his retina. This telescope is a product of Hex Technology and can identify all living things within the effective field of view.

The principle of operation is quite similar to that of an infrared imager.

The subtle difference is the ability to detect invisible units and identify fluctuations in magical elements.

This sojourner ball is quite large and can accommodate five people. There is not much decoration inside, and all the standard instruments of the hurricane regiment are stored in the personal space.

Behind Marshall is an ice cave about one meter in diameter, from which a faint mist emerges. This is a phenomenon caused by high-speed drilling of ice and snow. Thanks to Cassiopeia, the entire garden ground is covered with ice and snow.

Covered, forming a thick ice shell. If Marshall and the others wanted to kill the ice shooter Ashe without anyone noticing, they could only use this unknown method.

The ground is too chaotic, and the telescope is full of screeners fighting each other. Some of these people are noble guards, some are hired to help the master kill political opponents, and many screeners are just taking advantage of the situation.

The entire rose garden has become a meat grinder, a whirlpool. Marshall roughly estimated that at least one-fifth of the screeners were attracted here.

"These idiots," Hall's high-pitched voice made Marshall frown slightly. No one would like a weak and twitching teammate, "they will all die in the end!"

Hall sneered at the screeners while looking at Marshall with a sneer. Not long after the Hurricanes entered this golden plot, they had lost all their troops. The three magic gunners, Mrs. Utgar Duren and Beldan, were seconded.

He left and never came back. There was no news about the person who brought the white vulture. It seemed that he was killed, and the alchemy ball that was traded before was naturally wasted.

This made the old people in the team quite dissatisfied, thinking that Marshall's decision-making errors caused heavy losses to the Hurricanes. According to Hall's idea, he should not have agreed to the White Vulture's request and directly taken advantage of the black vulture, at least one-sixth of it.

Chance to explode an Alchemy Orb from the Bloody Box.

There was no expression on Marshall's face, but his anger could be felt from his flaring nostrils. Hall had been trying to challenge the captain's position from the beginning. Fortunately, Marshall had the ability to coordinate. Otherwise, the Hurricanes would have disbanded long ago. Every family

There are sutras that are difficult to recite. He did not expect that the white vulture was so useless, and even more hated Utga and the others for being useless.

"Is Dickens ready?"

Hall sneered and said, "There are still 60 seconds to open the tunnel, but now I don't understand why we chose this method to get close to Ashe. As for the plot hero, we can just kill him directly. Why are we wasting time here?"

.This is totally worth the loss.”

Marshall endured Hall's sneer that almost pierced his eardrums and said lightly, "You don't understand!"

The casual answer almost made Hall angry. He suppressed the anger in his heart and put his fingers on the whip at his waist. "Then... please explain to us, Captain." He said through gritted teeth.

It was so clever that the expressions of the alert teammates around him immediately became weird.

These people all see the struggle between Hall and Marshall. Marshall is good at planning, while Hall likes to make sudden advances. Marshall, who is far taller than ordinary people, is always able to grasp the overall situation and find the most lucrative tasks among many side tasks.

Hall opened and closed widely, which was in great contrast with his frail appearance, crushing everything roughly to pieces.

Both of them have their own merits, but they have to rely on each other. To put it simply, Marshall is the brains of the Hurricanes, and Hall is the limbs of the Hurricanes. Neither one can do without them. But now, the golden plot is also a promotion task. As long as you successfully survive this

According to the plot, everyone in the Hurricane Team can become connectors.

This means generous rewards and powerful power. No one can face it calmly. The mood within the hurricane group is unstable, and Marshall gradually cannot suppress Hall's rise.

Marshall was very angry. How long has it been since Hall was still making small calculations? "As long as we can kill Ice Archer Ashe, we can ensure the marriage between the Kao family and the Darkwill family. We should do our best to complete this plan."

."

Everyone understood that the death of Burnham Darkwill was the trigger that triggered the war between Noxus and Ionia. Only then did Swain, the strategist commander, be crowned supreme commander.

Such drastic changes to the plot face numerous uncontrollable risks, and may even face the consequences of mission failure.

But conversely, the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

Even a three-year-old knows this, let alone a screener.

According to Cassiopeia’s background information, after obtaining information from Freljord diplomats, Cassiopeia revealed the secret and was cursed by the Kingdom of Avarosa.

It became the Embrace of the Snake Demon. The marriage between the Kaol family and the Darkwill family failed, and then Burnham Darkwill died.

According to Marshall's plan, killing Ashe, one of the three legendary sisters, and cutting off Avarosa's bloodline will naturally make this curse no longer take effect.

Hall sneered again and again. Marshall's plan was correct, but how could he guarantee that no one would attack Cassiopeia? You must know that Cassiopeia had not yet turned into a frightening snake demon.

"What if someone intervenes? As far as I know, the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra is also involved in this plot. According to their usual style, they will definitely not give up this clue. How can we ensure that they will not attack Cassiopeia."

Marshall turned around and looked at Hall, the pupils in his eyes shrunk to the size of needle tips, "So you don't understand!"

"You!" Hall became angry and stretched his neck like a fighting cock. His whole body twitched and he said angrily, "You are betting on all of us!"

"Fortunately, we still have enough chips," Marshall said with a shrug, seemingly ignoring Hall's provocation. This allowed several shaken teammates to regain their composure, "Get ready, check the equipment and medicines. McHatton

The symphony orchestra should take action now, I don’t want the whole plan to abort because of your mistakes.”

Bronn and Brandon, who were sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, lowered their heads, called up the drop-down menu on their retinas, organized their personal space, ensured the order in which medicines were used, and adjusted the positions of items according to the size of the HP increase.

"Okay, boss!" Dickens shouted from the ice cave. It seemed that he had opened the way.

"Let's go!" Marshall ordered, and everyone filed in. Hall stood at the back of the group unconvinced.

After all, once the battle plan is started, everyone in the Hurricane Group still concentrates on executing it with all their strength. Countless bloody lessons have made this group of selectors already understand that the result of the team split will definitely be death in the wilderness.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the cabin was still there, as if the rich aroma of red wine was wafting from the cork of the bottle. As soon as Cassiopeia touched Xiai, he groaned and arched his back, as shy as a kitten.

Cassiopeia smiled, with tears still on her cheeks. "Have the Freljordians never had such an experience?"

"We are only allowed after the coming-of-age ceremony...ah...don't be like this..." Xiai blushed with embarrassment. Several buttons of his shirt were torn off and his belt was pulled down. He grabbed Cassio

Peiya's hand, "Please... don't do this..."

Cassiopeia smiled sweetly and said, "What are you afraid of? I have already sworn to the 'Snake Dissector', aren't you satisfied yet? Or is it because..." Her look of crying could make any man

Heartbroken.

But she didn't expect that Xi Ai was not a man, but a complete woman.

"No... In Freljord, you can only have contact with the opposite sex after coming of age." Xiai said. In the ice world, only strong men and women are qualified to give birth to the next generation. The harsh environment cannot allow them to squander their physical strength.

The Laeljord believe that sensuality is the most evil, and greed for immediate pleasure hides a huge crisis, and the tribe will decline as a result.

Xiai felt it was necessary to remind the girl that she couldn't do this in the Freljord. It wasn't Noxus! She might be expelled from the tribe and freeze to death on the ice.

Suddenly there was a loud knocking sound outside the door, "Sir!" Iron Helmet shouted urgently from outside, "Are you okay?"

"Open the door..." Iron Helmet's rough voice was like thunder.

The voice of the guard outside the door was obviously not so rude, "No...Miss...order..."

This cabin was specially prepared by Cassiopeia, and it was naturally excellent in terms of soundproofing. She didn't want others to hear her having fun with a man.

Xiai realized that something must have happened, otherwise the iron helmet would not be like this. He pushed Cassiopeia away, picked up the cloak on the ground, "Tie it up for me!"

Cassiopeia looked helpless, she was really a barbarian, even though she was beautiful, she was still a rude guy.

"What's wrong, Iron Helmet," Xi Ai shouted unnaturally, "What happened?"

"Your Majesty, Sir Xi Ai, there is a battle outside."

Xiai glanced at Cassiopeia, and she said to the guard outside the door, "What's going on? Who is outside the door?"

"Miss, the commander in charge of guarding the bedroom, it's very chaotic outside now, this barbarian..."

Cassiopeia interrupted the guard impatiently, "How many of you are there?"

"Ten people, miss."

"There are eight people left to guard this room, and we are looking for ten more people. The Freljord envoy is still here, and we must ensure the safety of the diplomats!"

"Yes, miss."

They walked in panic and left quickly.

Cassiopeia lowered her head and fastened the belt of her skirt, while Sieia grabbed her top and put it on.

"Your hair." Xiai whispered.

"Can you help me find the hairpin?" Cassiopeia's hair was messy and her face was flushed. Her passion had not completely subsided, and she felt the moisture between her legs was still there.

Xiai successfully found the ebony hair comb, and skillfully gathered Cassiopeia's hair, making it smooth and smooth.

Cassiopeia couldn't help but wonder, "How could you do this? Do men in the Freljord also help women comb their hair?"
Chapter completed!