"What the hell are you doing?"

Faced with the inexplicable, a team of knights who were charging bravely disappeared into the wilderness out of thin air.

Finally, someone couldn't help but shout loudly.

Of course, Drizzt is absolutely impossible to answer.

He just smiled and raised his hand again.

It's like saying silently, "Go away, mortals, you have reached the end, if you insist on moving forward again."

The fate of those people is your best role model.

This is absolute contempt.

Yes, **naked ridicule.

So the person who asked the question stopped talking because he felt that he had suffered a great insult.

He comes from the snowy land and is the most proud and powerful barbarian warrior.

He could not bear the contempt of the young white-faced who looked like he could not even lift a heavy blade.

Even if this little guy just performed a show, he became a living person with great excitement.

No one can curb his anger, nor can he be afraid.

So after he asked his lord with his eyes, the great barbarian king Tedamir, he charged forward again with fearlessness.

Still, I didn't care about Ezrel's attitude.

And Ezreal, for this kind of unauthorized warfare that has no respect for him completely.

I continued to remain silent.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the unwavering figures of the barbarian warriors.

He needs someone to check the reality of this somewhat bizarre roadblocker.

Then, it doesn't seem to matter if a few more barbarians die.

Especially, the barbarians who don’t take themselves seriously at all, run up to die.

It doesn't matter if you die...

This word just fell into Ezreal's heart.

Drizzt's raised hand also fell down at the same time.

He still had that hateful smile on his face.

It seems to be saying, since you don’t believe it, then I might as well perform it for you to see it again.

What is the true power of God.

“…”

silence.

The whole audience was silent.

Once again, silence.

This kind of silence, caused by more than 100,000 people, seems particularly terrifying.

Because, what a terrible thing it is to shock so many people collectively.

Shock.

There is nothing wrong.

The group of brave barbarian warriors moving forward.

Once again, without any sound, he disappeared before everyone.

Even this time, people who were already prepared were carefully staring at them with their eyes to prevent them from missing out, even if it was a detail.

But there is no details.

That group of people disappeared out of thin air.

There is no extra struggle, or even a little clue telling others what happened.

Only the dust stirred up by Kuang Yong's footsteps remained.

Still. No light, no electricity, no magic fluctuations.

Among the more than 100,000 demon-eliminating coalition forces, there are naturally countless strong people, all of whom have excellent cultivation and insight in various fields.

But there is no exception. This time, there is still no one, no one, who feels the real power.

This inability to perceive and this lack of details is exactly the most terrifying situation.

Could it be that this man...

Really have the ability of a god?

Just wave your hand and turn hundreds of living people into dust in an instant, and you can’t even feel the slightest changes?

"Chi, a trick of eagle." At this moment, a disdainful sneering sounded from the Demon-Eliminating Alliance.

It is Tedamir, the king of the barbarians.

He looked at Drizzt coldly, as if he had seen a clumsy trickster pretending to behave.

He had seen through his simple tricks.

He wants to seek justice and dignity for those tribe members who have disappeared inexplicably.

So he took a step.

Ashe, who was standing beside him, looked at him, wanting to speak but stopping.

But after all, she knew the man's personality and she didn't stop him.

Just watched him carry the knife forward.

And Drizzt, as if he still didn't care, smiled and raised his hand again.

It's like saying, come on, you can try it.

Of course I want to give it a try.

It seemed like he was hitting back hard.

Tedamir dragged the knife extremely hard and stared at him.

Tedamir, walking very slowly.

He was not as eager to charge as those before.

He was real, step by step towards Drizzt.

But the difference is that he takes every step.

A certain strong momentum emanated from him.

So much so that when he reached the tenth step.

The whole earth shook slightly.

That is, from his murderous intent.

It was the one that Tedamir had accumulated for countless years, killed countless people, and was stained with countless blood and the aura that he had obtained from his enemies.

That aura now enveloped the entire wasteland.

All of them, 120,000 people, and the bloody members of the Noxus assassination team behind Drizzt, started to tremble slightly.

And Drizzt's face, which had been smiling unchanged, finally frowned slightly.

He seemed to feel the terrible and difficult nature of this opponent.

"Clang——" Tedamir's dragging knife sounded louder.

It resounds like thunder in this world.

This is already a huge trend.

Unstoppable.

The whole world has become Tedamir's home court, and he communicates with the world through those murderous auras.

No need to use a knife at all.

As long as he walks to Drizzt, he will die.

This is the real way for the strong!!!

I don’t know how many times better than Drizzt’s tricks.

He believed that as long as Drizzt died, those who had disappeared before would come back.

Drizzt must have just used some advanced and confusing methods.
To be continued...