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The power of the storm has gradually reached an incredible level. The already fierce wind has become like a raging beast, roaring recklessly on the battlefield. Snowflakes are whipped up into the sky, forming white whirlpools, as if the sky itself is weeping for this war.
Darius and Gragas both sensed an unusual atmosphere almost simultaneously. This storm is too abnormal, even making people wonder if it is the intervention of some kind of magic or higher-level power.
In this situation, even the bravest soldiers had to temporarily put down their weapons and seek shelter. Forces from Noxus and Freljord withdrew from the front lines and took cover in the surrounding mountains or buildings to avoid being swallowed by the storm.
Darius and Gragas stood still, facing each other, with a hint of doubt and vigilance in their eyes. They both understood that this storm was no coincidence, but rather the work of someone or some force behind the scenes.
Darius tightly gripped his giant axe, his gaze piercing through the chaos of the wind and snow on the battlefield, locking eyes directly with Gragas. His voice was deep and full of power, resonating as if coming from the depths of the earth: "This unnatural storm, it's the doing of your Freljord sorcerers, isn't it? Using such despicable means to influence the battle, it's truly contemptible."
Upon hearing this, Gragas's face grew even darker, almost reaching the depths of black. He swung his giant hammer fiercely, as if trying to shatter the entire sky. His roar cut through the storm, shaking every soldier present: "Despicable? You dare call it despicable? Your Noxus people invade other nations, slaughtering the innocent, that's the real despicable and evil! We, the people of Freljord, coexist harmoniously with nature, respecting every inch of land and every drop of water. We would never defile the forces of nature in this way. This must be your sorcerers manipulating the weather in secret!"
Darius sneered and a hint of disdain curved his lips. He responded, "Noxus also has our bottom line and principles. We will conquer with open battlefields and clear rules, but we won't distort the laws of nature with such low means."
Gragas tightly gripped his giant hammer, a flash of distrust and anger in his eyes. His heart was filled with doubt, but he also knew that in this situation, continuing to blame each other was completely meaningless.
"Whoever is controlling this storm," Gragas roared, his voice filled with uncontainable anger, "they are defiling the power of nature, and that is an unforgivable crime! No one can escape that, whether they are from Noxus or Freljord!"
Just as Darius and Gragas reached some subtle consensus in this unnatural storm, a more violent gust of wind suddenly swept through the entire battlefield. The power of this wind had exceeded anyone's imagination, like an invisible giant tearing everything apart.
The soldiers were like thrown dolls, easily blown into the sky by the wind. Even the well-armored and agile warriors could not resist. Their screams and shouts were drowned out by the roar of the storm, almost inaudible.
Not only that, even the heavy machinery and siege equipment were not spared. Large crossbows, catapults, and various war machines were swept up by the wind, blown into the sky like toys, and then crashed down, shattered, becoming a pile of useless scrap metal.
On the battlefield, there was once a certain order and structure, but at this moment, everything has been completely destroyed by the storm. It's like doomsday, making everyone feel an unprecedented panic and helplessness.
Darius and Gragas stood still, facing such a disaster, even warriors like them felt a hint of powerlessness. Their eyes met again, and at that moment, both of them understood that this war was no longer a struggle between them, but facing a larger, more uncontrollable enemy.
The storm raged like a furious deity, indiscriminately destroying everything on the battlefield. The soldiers' cries and desperate shouts scattered in the wind, almost drowned out by the roar of the storm. Darius stood there, his red eyes fixed on the front, filled with unease and worry.
"This can't go on, we must retreat." Darius felt a pang in his heart and quickly made a decision. He turned to his troops and issued the order to retreat, preparing to lead the soldiers away from the crumbling battlefield.
However, at this moment, a huge shadow suddenly pounced from his side. Gragas suddenly rushed towards Darius with the force of a raging bear.
Darius was unable to react in time, only feeling a tremendous force sending him flying, crashing heavily onto the ice-covered ground. His giant axe also slipped from his hand, landing not far away.
Gragas stands above Darius, a hint of indifference and determination flashing in his blue eyes, as if he intends to completely suppress Darius in this icy land.
"Do you think you can escape?" Gragas says in a deep voice. "This war is not over, I won't let you just walk away like this."
Darius gritted his teeth, struggling hard to stand up quickly. He knew that even in such unfavorable circumstances, he couldn't give up so easily. However, he also understood that he was not only facing a formidable enemy like Gragas, but also a sudden and devastating storm.
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