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Lissandra stood in the tight encirclement of the guards, but there was no fear on her face. On the contrary, as she looked at the panicked crowd around her, a deep and confident smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Fear it!" Her voice echoed throughout the venue, each word filled with irresistible dignity.
"The power of the North is about to strike, and the cold will descend upon every corner of this continent!" she continued, her voice filled with a chilling certainty.
Then, she locked eyes with the captain of the guard and the other guards, and her final words sent a shock through everyone present:
"And I, Lissandra, will be the only ruler in this world!"
This sentence seemed to trigger even greater panic in an already extremely tense atmosphere. People's faces were filled with fear and confusion, unable to believe that all of this was real, but Lissandra's authority and certainty forced them to believe.
The captain of the guard felt a wave of powerlessness and despair. He knew that if what Lissandra said was true, they would be facing an unprecedented disaster. However, Lissandra still stood there, her eyes seeming to see through everything, as if she had already seen everything in the future. This made everyone present, including the brave guards, feel a deep sense of unease and fear.
As Lissandra burst into a wild laughter, the captain of the guard finally reached his limit. He tightly gripped his weapon and urgently shouted to the guards beside him, "Attack!"
The guards reacted almost simultaneously, tightly gripping their weapons and thrusting them towards Lissandra with the force of a thunderbolt. However, just as their weapons were about to make contact with her body, everything became unreal, like a dream.
Their weapons seemed to pierce through an invisible barrier, or more accurately, as if they were piercing through the air. There was no resistance, no reaction, as if their attacks were completely ignored.
Lissandra still stood in place, her smile becoming more arrogant and confident. She looked at the frightened and confused expressions of the guards as if she were enjoying a splendid performance.
"Do you think you can hurt me like this?" she said coldly, her voice filled with disdain and contempt.
The captain of the guard and his men felt a wave of shock and fear, as they had never encountered such an opponent before. Even the most powerful weapons and the most exquisite skills seemed so powerless and insignificant at this moment.
The guards seemed unwilling to give up, rallying once again to launch a more fierce attack against Lissandra. However, just like before, their swords and spears seemed to be sucked into a bottomless black hole, completely unable to reach Lissandra.
At that moment, a rapid sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the distance, getting closer and closer. Before the captain of the guard could turn to look, a swiftly spinning throwing axe had already cut through the air, heading straight for Lissandra's head.
The throwing axe was extremely fast, almost too fast to react to, but just as it was about to make contact with Lissandra, the throwing axe suddenly stopped and hovered in the air.
"It looks like I arrived just in time," a deep voice sounded, followed by a man in chainmail walking over, a confident smile on his face.
This man was none other than Draven, the executioner of Darius, and his brother. He stood there, wielding a massive battle-axe, his gaze fixed firmly on Lissandra.
" Draven, what are you doing?" Lissandra asked coldly, seemingly unsurprised by his appearance.
"I'm here to stop you," Draven replied, his voice filled with determination.
Lissandra smiled and looked at him, then turned his head and looked at the captain of the guard and his men again.
"It seems that you Noxus people still have no shortage of heroes, but what can that change?"
Draven tightly gripped his battle axes, knowing that the upcoming battle would be extremely difficult. But he also knew that he couldn't let Lissandra continue to be so arrogant. This was not only for himself, but for all of Noxus.
The captain of the guard stood there, staring at Draven without blinking. He had seen many warriors, but Draven gave him a different feeling. This man was dressed in shiny armor, wearing a hat adorned with feathers, looking extremely handsome. But what was most impressive was the pair of spinning axes in his hands.
Draven spins his axes in an almost artistic manner, with each movement precise and seemingly honed to perfection. The captain of the guard can even sense that the axes spin with a specific rhythm and angle, as if imbued with an indescribable power.
This is Draven's signature skill - the ability to control his axes with astonishing precision and strength for various offensive and defensive maneuvers. It's not just a martial skill, but more like an art.
"Can this person really stop Lissandra?" the captain of the security team couldn't help but think.
But no matter what, he felt a hint of comfort. Because in this critical moment, there was a warrior so powerful and confident who stood up, willing to face the seemingly unstoppable enemy.
Draven's appearance also brought a glimmer of hope to everyone present. Perhaps they really had a chance to stop all of this from happening. Maybe it hadn't reached the point of no return yet.
The axe in Draven's hand spun at a dazzling speed as he casually circled around Lissandra. "I heard the city has been quite lively lately, with someone blowing up a house and freezing it. Oh, and that crow shapeshifting act, what a spectacle." He sneered, and the speed of the axe in his hand gradually increased.
Then, his expression suddenly became serious, even with a hint of anger. He stopped in his tracks, gritted his teeth, and glared at Lissandra, saying, "There is something even more important. Someone said that my brother Darius died in the northern territory."
This statement instantly heightened the tension in the entire scene. The speed of Draven's axe reached its peak, as if it could unleash a deadly attack at any moment.
His eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring straight at Lissandra. At this moment, everyone could feel that this duel would be a battle concerning honor, family, and even the fate of Noxus.
Facing Draven's threat, Lissandra seemed to feel a hint of pressure. But she still maintained her composure and confidence, as if everything was under her control.
However, Draven has no intention of letting her off that easily. He tightly grips the axe in his hand, ready to launch an attack at any moment, for his brother, as well as for his country and people.
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