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The atmosphere on the street instantly became more tense and chaotic. Despite the stern orders from the chief of the security team, it was almost impossible to have an immediate effect in this situation. The people became more uncontrollable, some started screaming, others panicked and ran in all directions, and some even began pushing and trampling.
The chief of the security team urgently ordered his guards to quickly retrieve the fallen papers, but many flyers had already been picked up and read by the people. Some individuals, after reading, showed expressions of fear and began discussing and even loudly criticizing and blaming.
"What does this mean? How could General Darius die in the North? Is this a plot by Freljord? Do they want to attack us?"
"How could we let this kind of thing happen? This is a disgrace to us!"
The captain of the security team heard these discussions and accusations, feeling even more anxious. He knew that if things continued like this, the entire city might fall into even greater chaos and crisis.
He shouted again, "Please everyone, stay calm! We are investigating the matter. Please evacuate the danger zone first!"
But his voice was almost drowned out by the panic and anger of the people. He knew very well that maintaining order alone was far from enough to control the situation.
As the panic and protests of the people escalate, the atmosphere on the streets is becoming more like a powder keg about to explode. The news of Darius's death is not just a shock to them, but more like a huge source of fear and unease.
Darius is not only a general of Noxus, but also a symbol of national power and prestige. His death not only signifies the failure of the Freljord expedition, but also a stark symbol of the decline of Noxian national strength and social instability. Such news is undoubtedly a massive shock to the ordinary people.
"We need an explanation!" "What are you guards doing?" "General Darius How could this happen?"
The crowd's emotions were escalating, and they began to clamor and surround the captain of the guard, with various questions and accusations coming at him from all directions like a gust of wind.
The captain of the security team felt immense pressure. He knew that at this moment, any wrong words could lead to even greater chaos and disaster. He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm.
"Please everyone, stay calm!" he shouted again, trying to cut through the noisy crowd. "We are doing everything we can to investigate this matter. Please give us some time. I promise that as soon as we have any updates, we will inform everyone immediately."
The captain of the guard felt a wave of nervousness in his heart. He knew that if he couldn't quickly find a solution to this crisis, the entire city might descend into irreparable chaos. He urgently commanded his guards to strengthen order maintenance, while also considering his next steps in his mind.
Surrounded by angry and anxious citizens, the captain of the guard felt a sense of powerlessness and despair. His gaze involuntarily drifted to the burning tower behind him, where the flames burned fiercely, like the fire of hell, casting a more eerie and terrifying scene. The firelight reflected on his glasses, making his face appear even more tense.
"We need an explanation!" "What are you guards eating?" "Darius General, what's going on?" Various questions and accusations kept coming from the crowd, each word like a sharp blade piercing the heart of the guard captain. He felt the pressure like a heavy mountain, every gaze felt like judgment.
He tried once again to calm the crowd, but his words seemed so feeble and insignificant in the face of this huge emotional flood. "Please everyone, stay calm. We are investigating with all our efforts, and will inform everyone immediately once we have confirmed information." The captain's voice was almost drowned out by the roar of the crowd, his words swallowed in this intense emotional whirlpool.
He felt a wave of anxiety in his heart, completely unsure of how to calm this anger. He looked at the guards beside him, their faces also filled with anxiety and helplessness, clearly at a loss. Some guards even began to show signs of panic, their hands trembling slightly, unsure whether to draw their weapons or continue trying to maintain order.
The captain of the guard took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew that if he lost his own composure, the situation would only get worse.
Just as the captain of the guard was surrounded by angry mobs, feeling extremely anxious and at a loss, a miraculous phenomenon occurred. The towering structure, originally engulfed in flames and explosions, suddenly changed from red to an icy blue. This transformation was almost instantaneous, leaving all who witnessed it in shock.
The intense flames seemed to be instantly sucked away by some force, replaced by a piercing cold. This coldness was not just superficial; it spread outward from the interior of the tower, much like the blood of a living being, rapidly freezing the entire structure. The frost, seemingly alive, climbed along the stone walls, sealing every brick and stone within its icy layers.
The windows, stone pillars, and even the top of the tall tower were covered with a thick layer of frost, emitting an icy blue light. This light appeared unusually vivid in the night sky, resembling a sculpture made of ice. The crowd's shouts and questions suddenly ceased, stunned by this astonishing sight. Even the captain of the guard was dumbfounded, having never seen anything like it before. He felt an indescribable sense of oppression, as if the ice tower was some kind of warning or omen.
However, this ice-blue tower not only amazed people, but also filled them with a deep sense of unease and fear. This was clearly not a phenomenon that could be caused by nature, but rather the work of some powerful magic or force. The appearance of this power made the whole scene even more eerie and incredible.
The captain of the guard shuddered, suddenly realizing that behind all of this, there must be a larger, more terrifying conspiracy quietly unfolding. He tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, determined to uncover it all, even if it meant risking his life. He looked at the guards beside him, their faces also filled with anxiety and helplessness, clearly at a loss. But at that moment, they all understood that what they were facing was likely far more serious and dangerous than a mere fire or public outrage.
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