In the north of Miyin City, Silas emerged from the bushes and walked to the edge of a secret canyon rift.

If the sun does not rise to its highest point and illuminate it, the depths of the canyon will always be pitch black, and no one can find that this is the secret camp for the exiles.

Silas walked around the stone tower at the rift of the canyon and walked to the shack he had temporarily lived in when he was taking refuge.

There, his scouts were waiting for his return.

"Chief, are you back?!" Seeing the kind Silas, the scout was very excited to stand up to welcome him, but when he found that Silas was empty, a strong anxiety immediately surged into his heart: "Wait! Where are the confidants who went to Freljord with you?"

"Sorry, the harshness of the ice field environment is far beyond our imagination. I thought the biggest threat was the barbarians from Freljord, but before I could see any living soul, they were all swallowed by the ice and snow. It was so difficult, I was the only one who walked to the end..."

Silas replied in a low voice that the years in the snow were so hard to look back on. From the full of ambition, too much death and cold took away their fighting spirit.

If pure willpower and the desire to see the fall of Demacia monarch and nobles support him, even he himself will die.

All the illegal people in the camp surrounded them, listening to the conversation between Silas and the scouts, and learning that the death of their former companions had hit them deeply.

No one expected that the two or three months of separation would turn into a separation of life and death. They also knew that Freljord's environment was very dangerous, and there might be someone who could not come back, but they did not expect that only one person would come back in the end.

"It was you who said that there are powerful elemental magic in ancient legends in the north that they followed you to the ice field, but now they have all sacrificed their lives, but you are back empty-handed. How can you be worthy of their sacrifice..."

A widow stood up crying and declared Silas. There were also people in the camp who did not have magical talents. Most of them were relatives or friends of demonic devils, and because of their strong bonds, they stood together with them on the united front against the leadership.

These people are not useless, but are very important for the daily maintenance of the camp. It is these people who can be investigated by searching the demons to provide the camp with clothes to keep warm and rations to fill their stomachs.

"No, I brought that magic back, but..." Silas was not excited when facing the controversy, but just answered a little hesitantly.

There is no strict hierarchy in the camp, so everyone can question it, and no one can judge right or wrong. Everyone recognizes Silas as the leader, but he has the most brains, the most solutions, and the most efforts.

"Just what?"

"It's just that magic flows in the blood of the barbarian."

"So did you kill the northern barbarians and bring their blood back?" Everyone was curious and began to look for traces of bottles and jars on Silas, or anything that could be used to hold the solution.

However, it is empty.

"Don't be stupid. The powerful ice magic is stored in the body of the barbarians and can only be used by them. If I forcefully borrow it, I will be frozen to death." It was very difficult to explain to these magic idiots, which made Silas very angry.

"Then how did you bring their magic back?" people asked.

"That's what I'm going to say, so I brought back the barbarians, and they were in the bushes just outside."

Silas changed his tone, and as soon as he said this, the entire camp was in an uproar.

"Oh my God! The Giant God Peak is on, how did you guide the enemy Demacia here!"

"Selas, do you know what you are doing! You traitor! Turn your arm out!"

"I know, I know!" The curse was harsh and harsh. Silas wanted to explain something else, but the uproar of protests had drowned him. Some people had even picked up stones and threw them at him. Some even shone with their fingers, ready to attack him magically.

This exceeded his expectations.

Silas immediately grabbed a recruit named Hap and borrowed the magic of the shady lines from him.

Black smoke emerged from his shackles of the forbidden magic stone, and a black cloud rolled out from his fingertips, gathering on the heads of the protesters, squeezing the air beside their heads.

Almost at the same time, they all began to cough with difficulty due to suffocation. Silas did not want to kill someone, but just waited for them to lose the strength to protest before evacuating the black clouds from their heads.

"Can you be quiet now?"

Silas snorted coldly, no one dared to refute.

"Listen, since the failure of the uprising, we were greatly injured and forced to this point by the Demon Searcher. Now, our own strength is not enough to break through Miyin City. Only with the help of Freljord's ice vein warriors can our plan be achieved. I learned that Miyin City has a powerful force, which is strong enough to take us back to Xiongdu and regain its heroic spirit! As long as I control it, I will crush all these wild boar riders running around the city, and then take everyone to Xiongdu with sufficient material to defeat those stupid noble pigs and their lackeys! Do you all understand?"

After hearing Silas' words, everyone's face turned redder because of their excitement. No one expected Silas to play with it, killing people with a knife and then crossing the river to destroy bridges. If the plan goes well, it would be the best time for them to fight back in desperate situations.

Under the instigation of Silas, they walked out of the exile camp with daggers and sticks, heading to the bushes to meet with the Winter Claws.

But not everyone can think optimistically - if Silas did not master that power, who would stop the Frelljords?

Most of them could not tolerate their motherland being burned, killed, looted by a group of Gentiles, and they joined the war as an accomplice.

Hap, who had just borrowed magic by Silas, asked himself that he could not overcome this psychological level.

He was not oppressed since childhood like Silas. He still had feelings for the people of this country. He had received their warm hospitality, and he could not fully agree with Silas's approach.

So instead of following Silas, he made a different choice.

The mages need supplies and strength to make a comeback, so he will not stop Silas from robbing Miyin City. All he has to do is to ensure that after the Silas plan fails, someone can stand up and protect the residents of Miyin City under the sword of the barbarian plundering group.

And he happened to know such a person, who lived in the jungle south of Miyin City. As long as he checked the time to notify her, she could come out to deal with the Frelljodes at the end of the battle.

As for whether she will attack Silas, recruit Hap thinks it shouldn't be, because she once said that she will not hurt Demacians, and Selas is a Demacian.

ps:798 is blocked, I will issue a chapter again...
Chapter completed!