Chapter 270 [0268] Deserter

When Swain regained consciousness, he was lying flat on a rooftop.

The large demon wings had disappeared, leaving only a lot of hard and tough feathers, which tore his commander's windbreaker into tatters - Swain tried to turn over and stretched out his arms to support himself to stand up.

However, such a simple action made Swain's world spin. He squeezed his eyes hard and barely cleared the golden stars in front of his eyes. Swain then found that a crow was standing in front of him, staring at him with its head tilted.

"You're awake!" The crow was naturally Lamer. It stared at Swain for a while, and after confirming Swain's condition, it finally flapped its wings in satisfaction, "It can still move, it seems that at least its life is saved."

"Where are my soldiers?" Swain looked at the unfamiliar scene around him, his heart sank, "And where is this?"

"Who knows?" Lamer shook his head, "Saving your life has consumed my demonic power, and now I don't have time to pay attention to those mortals who have been erased."

Erased? !

Swain's blood pressure soared - that is, Lamer manipulated the demon wings to save himself and abandoned the soldiers who followed him all the way!

And without Swain's command, the fate of those soldiers...

Thinking of this, Swain felt a pain in his heart.

Even if this was not his original intention, after being named by the Soul Stealer and losing consciousness, Swain passively became a deserter who abandoned his soldiers and fled alone.

Realizing this, Swain collapsed on his back, almost out of breath.

As the commander of the battle, he fled when the outcome was still undecided. This was something Swain once despised, but now it was happening to him - even though Swain knew that staying might not change the situation, he still couldn't get over it.

In the eyes of many people, Swain was a very strict person. From head to toe, from inside to outside, he was always meticulous; in the army, whether it was enforcing military law or assigning tasks, he had no mercy.

However, such a strict and almost harsh person could have thousands of veterans following him to death. Why?

It was because Swain treated everyone equally.

In the army, Swain never cared who your father or mother was, and he would work together and make contributions, and he would never discount it.

Outside the army, he would not tolerate anyone who harmed Noxus, even if the person who did so was his own flesh and blood.

Swain is a strict person, but this strictness comes from his love for the Noxian Empire and his pursuit of Noxian equality - not only for others, but also for himself.

So, when he realized that he had deserted, Swain even had the idea of ​​self-punishment and suicide on the spot.

Fortunately, he was still rational.

After a while, he barely calmed down and slowly got up.

The situation at the academy was over, and now Swain needed to rush to the parliament building and take away the last available people!

"Can the demon wings still be used?" He supported himself against the wall and barely stood up. "I'm going to the parliament building!"

"Of course." Lamer laughed again. "It seems that you have recovered... You are worthy of being my partner!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Swain took a deep breath. "Let's go. We don't have much time!"

The crow flapped its wings and flew to Swain's shoulder, then disappeared. The next moment, the demon wings behind Swain opened again, carrying him to take off from the rooftop crookedly, and drifted to the north in a half-flying and half-gliding posture.

Then, just as Swain was about to leave the block, he heard a familiar shout.

"Swain!"

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Unlike the fearless soldiers, as a war mason, Tamara did not think that retreating in time was a wrong thing. So, when Swain flapped his wings and withdrew from the battlefield, she grabbed Draven and dragged him away directly.

Draven wanted to struggle, but just as he grabbed his axe, Tamara grabbed his beard. Draven's weakness was caught, and he could only tell Tamara to be gentle while following her with big strides.

Almost as the two of them ran away, Kalja's spell of turning fossils into sand broke out among the Noxian soldiers who had not received the order to retreat and still maintained their battle formation, devouring the lives of these soldiers in the form of a quicksand vortex.

Seeing that the area of ​​the quicksand vortex was getting bigger and bigger, Tamara took Draven without hesitation and hid in a nearby sewer pipe.

Along this pipe, the two ran all the way.

Tamara was lucky.

Because Zaun cut off Piltover's direct sewage pipe three years ago, some of Piltover's sewage pipes were rebuilt once - many parts of the newly built pipes were redundant, and considering the cost factor, the construction team did not backfill.

(The labor costs in Piltover are much higher than those in Zaun.)

Before Tamara copied the Hextech body transformation technology, she was responsible for the surveying of the college area, so she took Draven and quickly found an abandoned pipeline that was tilted upwards, and avoided the turbulent quicksand tide here.

When Tamara finally made sure that the surroundings were safe and took Draven out of the ground, she had unknowingly arrived in the commercial area.

"So we just ran away like this?" Draven, who was finally able to breathe, seemed a little dissatisfied, "To be honest, I really want to throw an axe at that guy..."

"Calm down, don't seek death."

"That's Draven's unique courage, the kind that is charming and bold - ah, it hurts!"

Seeing that the unreliable guy in front of her seemed to have opened the chatterbox, Tamara's fingers quickly reached out, and after resting on Draven's arm, as if she had practiced countless times, she pinched and twisted it with great familiarity.

The pain of the skin and flesh being torn apart made Draven take a breath, and then he shut up honestly - although Draven often looked like a scoundrel, he also always adhered to the principle that a good man would not suffer a loss in front of him. As long as he grasped this point, Tamara would always make him act the way she wanted.

In this way, Tamara dragged Draven again and ran straight to the parliament building.

Then, Draven saw a black shadow passing through the air, and after a closer look, he shouted out Swain's name.

Karya's Little Class Karya's Soul Stealing Scroll:

This magic looks like curse magic, but in fact it relies on the magic tide to cause damage - Karya doesn't know any curse spells, and making a book is just a pretense. This fancy way can well hide the essence of magic.