When Marshall led the team near the Fortress of Doom, his face was already blue from the cold. White ice shards were condensed on his eyelashes, and his white winter clothes had been blown stiff by the cold wind. A "clicking" sound could be heard with every step he took.

, mixed with the sound of the soles of the shoes crushing the snow, and was soon blown away by the strong wind.

As the leader of the Hurricane Regiment, he had to shoulder this responsibility. From then on, the world was never the same again.

Teresa died inexplicably, and Marshall's life seemed to be completely shattered. The Hurricanes were vaguely divided into two factions. Hall and Dickens were in the same group, Teresa was Marshall's die-hard loyalist, and Flamenco remained.

Neutral. Now that Marshall has died, his voice in the team has been greatly weakened.

Even two Dickens tied together are not as heavy as Teresa! Marshall has been secretly transferring team resources to Teresa because he knows how powerful the "Witch's Blade" in Teresa's hands is. Think about it.

Devour the weapon of growth, and finally grow into a fully realized weapon that will bring you great surprises.

But now... Marshall pursed his lips into a straight line, and the anger in his heart was boiling like lava.

"Can you stop!" Hall shouted behind Marshall. The wind was so strong that it roared with ice and snow, and you could even hear a "crackling" sound when it hit his face. He just opened his mouth.

When I opened my mouth, I was choked by the wind and couldn't breathe smoothly. I coughed violently several times, and I suddenly felt that the last bit of my body temperature had been wiped away.

Despite this, Hall still did not dare to bend down, so he could only follow Marshall closely.

This is really stupid, Hall thought to himself.

They are now in a straight line. Marshall is at the front, followed closely by Hall, in the middle is a very short man, and finally Flamengo. In order to avoid the strong wind from blowing down the people behind to the greatest extent.

, Marshall and Hall could only endure the cold and protect the people behind them from the wind.

Marshall paused slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then walked forward. Suddenly, his waist tightened, and he almost stumbled and fell into the snow.

He turned around and looked at Hall through his windproof glasses.

The anger in his eyes seemed to burst out, melting the glasses made of fiberglass, and finally burning Hall into coke.

Not to be outdone, Hall looked at Marshall. A ferocious scar ran across his face from the corner of his forehead to his brow bone. His thick black eyebrows were divided into two sections. The scar ran across his eyelids and reached his chin. Finally, it stopped at his throat.

. This is an injury he suffered before. Hall, who fished in troubled waters, was severely punished by the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra. If Marshall hadn't pulled him out, Hall's head would have been split in half by the sound waves.

However, Hall didn't seem to appreciate it, and instead said aggressively. "Stop, we are almost out of strength!" He gasped for air, and white smoke came out of his mouth, which was quickly blown to pieces by the cold wind.

"We're almost there," Marshall said. He was also very tired, but there was a fire in his heart that kept him moving forward, as if he would not give up until he reached his goal. He glanced behind Hall, who was following behind.

The little man was completely frozen, and his body was swayed by the cold wind.

He was silent at this moment, with his head wrapped in a thick cloak. The cloak was obviously too big and could almost cover both of him.

If it wasn't so cold, this little thing would definitely be chirping and yelling.

Hall looked at Marshall expressionlessly, pointed to the black pine forest in front of him, and said, "Just rest for a while, let's drink some hot drinks, and then leave when our bodies are warm. We just need to reach the Fortress of Doom before dark."

After thinking for a few seconds, Marshall stiffened his neck and nodded. He didn't want to push his teammates too far, otherwise...it would be of no benefit to him if the situation was difficult to control.

Hall breathed a sigh of relief, took out a thumb-sized capsule from his personal space, pressed it hard, and then threw the capsule out.

"Bang~"

There was a muffled sound, like a cork of red wine being opened, and a sojourner ball that could accommodate eight people suddenly appeared in the snow. The white shell was soft and elastic, and its streamlined shape allowed it to stand in the cold wind without being blown.

Go. Like an eggshell buried in the snow, the sojourner ball gives everyone a warm feeling in the cold wind.

Even Flamengo relaxed and followed Hall into the sojourn ball.

Marshall stood in the blizzard. The crazy snowflakes made the sky and the earth white. Through the snow curtain, he could see the appearance of the Doomsday Fortress in the distance.

Huge scaffolding clings to the fortress wall, and tall hanging towers are driven into the cliffs on both sides like nails. A large number of iron components suddenly appear on the city wall, shadowy and sharp, like the sharp teeth of hungry wolves, constantly biting.

Solid rock. This fortress gives people a dark and heavy sense of oppression, ferocious and aggressive.

It represents the consistent style of Noxus, "conquer, oppress and dominate!"

After taking a deep look at the fortress in the snowstorm, Marshall bent down and got into the sojourner ball.

The hemispherical building reflected white light, and the noisy air conditioner blew out bursts of warm air. Hall took a big gulp of steaming chocolate, and the white steam blurred his face. He looked like a sinister bird.

His eyes were slightly squinted, and a glimmer of light flashed through his eyes.

Flamengo leaned cross-legged against the wall of the sojourn ball. His white winter clothes were scratched on the air conditioner vent, dripping with ice water. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was long and rhythmic. He was as calm as if it had nothing to do with him.

, he has seen the struggle between Marshall and Hall. In fact, as a senior team member, Flamengo has enough say, but because of the super-large screaming electromagnetic gun, he has been marginalized in the team

, it can even be said to be hidden in the snow.

Marshall and Hall both chose to suppress Flamengo. No one wanted to let this guy with too powerful DPS output appear. Usually, he was given only peripheral tasks. Basically, in the group,

During the battle, Flamengo can rest by instantly killing the opponent's AD or AP, so in most cases, Flamengo seems to be doing nothing.

But now... Marshall's mouth was bitter, and he muttered in his heart, "1:1". Now Flamengo's appearance made it clear that he wanted to remain neutral. At the same time, he also told Marshall that if he wanted to gain the upper hand, he had to show enough to impress.

The benefits of Flamenco. He has now considered the possibility of winning over Flamenco, after all Teresa is dead.

If Dickens hadn't been sent away in advance, I'm afraid the Hurricanes wouldn't be Marshall's now.

"Sir," Marshall squatted down and said to the little man, "Are you okay?" He was extremely uncomfortable with Hall's sharp eyes.

At this moment, Marshall even had an illusion. A sound similar to breaking glass or ice rang in his ears, and the fragile balance that maintained the team was broken.

There is nothing wrong with moving closer to the plot hero. Most teams in the overclocking world will choose to do this. The benefits are obvious. It can ensure the success rate of the mission and the team can survive better. But the Hurricane Group has not been like this from the beginning.

Setting a precedent, under the leadership of Marshall, this team was able to navigate many plot heroes with ease, taking advantage of the different camps the heroes belonged to, and reaping the benefits from both sides.

Otherwise, the Hurricane Group would not be able to develop to such a scale, and the core members would far surpass the peripheral team in terms of equipment and skills.

"I...I...feel much better," the short guy seemed like a rat from hibernation that had just woken up. His body was shivering involuntarily, but his voice recovered. The sharp and strange accent made him speak Valoran Common Language.

It feels weird.

He took off the cloak on his head and untied the thick scarf, revealing an extremely uncomfortable face. A weird green goggles stuck tightly to his eye sockets, and his eyes were as big as ping pong balls through the turbidity.

The green glass rotates. A surprisingly curved mouth extends to the bottom of the furry ears.

The two rows of teeth, which are about the size of an adult's thumb, are so neat that they cannot be covered even if the lips are closed forcefully. The teeth sticking out of the lips are about to be broken to pieces by the cold weather.

Giggs shook his triangular ears and forced a smile. "Thank you, thank you and your friends for your help, but I still want to ask when I can arrive in Piltover."

Ziggs, who has short brown hair all over his body and is as thick as a boar's bristles, has lived in the warm Bandle City all his life. The ocean currents make this land full of life. Ziggs has never crossed the Sable Mountains.

Half a minute, this time in order to show off his superb skills, he traveled a long way and met Marshall and others.

The man in front of him gave Ziggs a lot of help. The weapons used by these people had a strong Hextech style. As the mainstream technology on the continent of Valoran, Ziggs has a lot of influence on Hextech.

I have a deep understanding of it, but I have never seen technology that is so closely integrated with steel.

"I understand, Giggs, I promise to arrive in Piltover before dusk tomorrow. Then you can show the Hex Engine to everyone! Believe me, we can help you do it." Marshall's eyes were calm and he stretched out his hand.

He patted Giggs on the shoulder, as if to convey confidence.

A smile appeared on Giggs's face again, and his cold body seemed to have regained consciousness. The smile no longer looked stiff, "Thank you." He said again, treating this unknown human being as a trustworthy friend in his heart.

Hall snorted coldly, "Don't forget that there is a large group of people behind us. Those guys who are blowing and beating will definitely not let us go!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the temperature in the sojourner ball dropped several degrees, which was a terrible sight. Giggs couldn't help but tremble, as if he remembered something that was scary enough. He screamed, "I

I will teach them a lesson with bombs!" After saying that, he took out a round black bomb from his waist and said forcefully, "No one can stop me from proving myself!"

Marshall glared at Hall and growled in a low voice, "Shut up! Don't you think the situation is chaotic enough now?" His anger suddenly burst out, and the magma from the volcano erupted into the sky, gradually swallowing up his sanity! (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!