LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Late at night, Du Quecao sat alone in the tent, unable to sleep for a long time.

He stared at the war sand table on the command table with a gloomy expression, rehearsing over and over in his mind the bloody decisive battle that would take place here tomorrow.

And no matter how many times he deduced it, no matter how optimistic the conditions he used to make assumptions, the fate of the hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers under his command would only be... a dead end.

"Damn it, these two lunatics!" Du Cacao cursed through gritted teeth, but his voice was kept low.

Because he knew that Yin Lisi and Vladimir did not completely trust him as a "hedging expert" - even though this bet was not his intention,

He was even more aware that at this moment, there were several seemingly inconspicuous little spiders hanging quietly outside the camp, silently monitoring him.

All of this cannot escape the keen intuition of a master assassin.

"Who?!" Suddenly, Du Kecao instinctively felt a chill.

Concentrate again and take a closer look:

It turned out there was nothing. It was just that the curtain of the camp tent moved slightly, letting in a wisp of night wind.

"No..." His intuition told him that things were not that simple.

Something must have come in and come to him.

Sure enough, the next second, a very familiar voice whispered in Du Kecao's ear:

"Father."

"Caterina?" Du Cacao suddenly frowned.

"It's me." The voice that came out turned out to be that invisible wisp of wind.

"Don't worry, father. Those little things at the door won't even notice the existence of this gust of wind."

As he spoke, the transparent air flow quietly condensed into a vaguely outlined air mass, and finally turned into a small blue bird.

Du Cacault recognized this thing: "The blue bird incarnation of the leader of the wind..."

His expression became very ugly: "Katerina, have you really converted to the Wind Leader?"

"Yes, Father." Catalina replied simply.

"Then why are you coming back?" Du Cacao has no passion as a father, only indifference in the face of the enemy.

Members of the Kecao family are not even allowed to fail. Not to mention defection!

"Father." Catalina didn't care whether he was angry or not.

She came up and said straight to the point: "I am contacting you this time because I hope you can recognize the situation in time and choose the right path."

"There is an old saying in Ionia, those who know the current affairs..."

"That's enough!" Du Cacao interrupted her with a cold tone: "Caterina, don't insult your last name."

"Oh." Catalina really stopped talking.

Du Couture: "..."

There was a delicate silence.

Although he had no intention of listening to Catalina. But what he didn't expect was that Catalina would give up so decisively.

After taking so much effort to strike up a conversation with him, why don't we just say a few more words?

Finally, the incarnation of the blue bird sent a new voice.

Catalina spoke again. But she was not talking to her father, but...

"Give up." She seemed to be speaking to a man beside her, but she did not call out his name: "As I said, my father has always been the most loyal hound and the most cold-blooded killer in the empire."

"It would be great if he didn't send an assassin to hunt me down. How could he choose to abandon darkness and turn to the light because of the so-called love between father and daughter?"

"Kana, don't say that." At this time, a man's voice was also conveyed by the incarnation of the blue bird without reservation: "The sooner you reflect, the better the treatment. We should still try and give your father a timely response." Chance anyway.”

He called Catalina by the same pseudonym she had used before. But when this pseudonym came to his mouth, it seemed to become his nickname for Catalina.

And his tone is difficult to describe in words.

If I had to describe it... it would be like the interactive voice between Xia and Luo, which makes people laugh out loud as soon as they hear it.

"Wait." Du Kecao's face turned even darker.

"Who is this man?!" His intuition told him that the relationship between this man and Catalina was definitely more than just an ordinary comrade-in-arms.

"Uh, um..." Galen was inexplicably squirming: "Uncle..."

"He's my boyfriend." Catalina said bluntly.

Du Couture: "..."

There was another deathly silence.

"I see." The old father's voice was extremely cold: "Did you betray the empire just because you fell in love with a low-class person from the Wind Leader's side, and for such a vulgar reason?"

A poor boy seduces a rich lady - he never imagined that this ridiculous fantasy of a poor scholar would one day happen to him.

"You are wrong, father!" Catalina replied tit for tat: "First, leaders do not rank people; second, this is not the reason why I become a leader."

"Third, even if you look at it with your narrow aristocratic values, the name of Kecao, which you are so proud of, is not much more noble than Galen!"

"Galen?" Du Cacao breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, it turns out to be that Galen Crownguard. Of course he knows.

The heir of the Crownguard family is worthy of their Kecao family...

"Wait?!" Master Du Kecao, who had always been in a calm mood, was almost offended by his daughter this time.

Even if he defected and became the leader, he even fell in love with the general of Demacia.

shame! This is an unprecedented shame!

If it weren't for the fact that there were a few little spiders monitoring him outside the camp, he might have been tempted to slam the table now.

"Calm down, uncle."

"Don't call me uncle!" Du Kecao yelled in a low voice.

"Ahem...General Du Cacao." Galen was more patient than his own daughter.

Catalina believed that there was no possibility of her father waking up, but he persisted and continued to persuade: "General Du Couture, I believe that with your status in the Noxus Empire, you must be more aware of the problems within the empire than we are. "

"Now the Black Rose controls the Emperor..."

Galen's words were actually not much sharper than Catalina's.

The content he said was also the badly written content in the heart war leaflets that the leader sent tons of drones to drop into the imperial military camp every day.

But this happened to touch Du Kecao's mind.

For nothing else, just because of the four words black rose.

"That's enough, stop talking." Du Cecao interrupted Galen's persuasion.

But his eyes inadvertently fell back on the sand table in front of him - the sand table he had been staring at alone for a whole day.

I saw nearly a hundred battle flags representing hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the three-dimensional sand table that accurately restored the mountains and landforms of the battlefield. They were like rolled up dumpling fillings, crowded among the endless mountains and dense forests. Among the narrow mountain valleys in the rugged area.

It doesn't take any professional knowledge at all, even if you look at it with a layman's eyes, you can know that arranging troops in this way is asking for death.

If something unexpected happens, for example, the enemy breaks through the outer guard; or... the "enemy" attacks from the inside with a wide range of evil magic.

The hundreds of thousands of people couldn't even escape in the mountains, so they could only wait to die in this narrow and cramped terrain.

"..." Du Kecao was silent for a while.

"General Du Couture? General?" Galen thought he was disconnected: "Uncle?"

"Shut up!" Du Cacao interrupted him coldly: "I said, I can't betray the empire!"

"Okay..." Galen looked at Catalina helplessly on the other end of the phone and was about to give up.

But at this time, Du Cacao, who had always been a talkative man, started scolding him like a talkative man:

"Your father, Peter Crownguard, was an excellent general after all. Did he only teach you these rhetorical skills?"

"Stop thinking about winning the war with your words! If you are still a general, think about how to win on the battlefield first!"

"How to win on the battlefield?" Galen felt that there seemed to be something in his father-in-law's... uncle's words.

Then I heard Du Cacao curse in a low voice: "Don't do what the enemy wants you to do; don't let the enemy do what he wants to do. The truth is that simple!"

"If you can't even do this, then you're just waiting to fail!"

After scolding, Du Cacao stopped talking.

"This..." Galen pondered for a while.

In fact, the personnel organization and troop mobilization involving hundreds of thousands of troops cannot be hidden from the eyes of the opponent.

Not to mention, the Wind Leader also has magical black technology such as the "Unmanned Scout Bird", and an informant like Kayn who lurks within the Noxian army.

So the leader already knows about Noxus' crazy plan to attack the mountain with the entire army tomorrow.

And with Du Cacao's knowledge, he must also know that the leader knows his battle plan.

Since he knew it and said it specifically, "Don't let the enemy do what he wants to do," then...

"Could it be that you are reminding us..." Galen said thoughtfully: "Prevent the imperial army from entering the mountainous area as much as possible?"

"..." Du Kecao said nothing.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

"..." Du Kecao still didn't speak. He has the appearance of a loyal minister of the empire who vows not to cooperate.

"Uncle." Galen changed his title unknowingly: "You should know that for us leaders, letting the Noxian army enter the mountains is the best plan, right? "

The empire's hundreds of thousands of troops wanted to take the initiative to enter the Wuji Mountains, and the dumpling fillings had to be wrapped into dumplings by themselves... When they received this information, the leaders were almost stunned.

Riven, Garen, Jarvan, Irelia and other generals with experience in commanding armies all couldn't believe this was true.

For these "old players", this is simply like the enemy squeezing into the dragon pit, waiting for you to blow away 5 of them with one wind, and then follow up with a flawless Breath of the Wind.

Who wouldn't be overjoyed to see this?

Who can bear not to go up?

So on the surface, the leader must have wanted the Noxians to do this.

"But things are not as simple as they seem, right?" Galen asked again: "Black Rose has another back-up plan."

"If the empire's hundreds of thousands of troops are allowed to crowd into the mountains, something terrible will happen, right?"

"..." Du Kecao pretended to be dead.

"I understand," Galen said. "Thank you, uncle. The leader will never forget your contribution."

"..." Du Kecao continued to pretend to be dead.

"In that case, I won't bother you. And don't worry, Caterina is living a good life here. I will also take good care of her."

With that said, Galen was ready to hang up the phone.

"Wait." Du Kecao said for the first time.

Galen was overjoyed and couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, do you have anything else to say?"

"Call me uncle again and I will definitely kill you," said Du Quecao.

"Okay uncle."

"You?!" Du Kecao wanted to say something else.

But the blue bird had wisely turned into the breeze and disappeared.

Silence returned to the camp.

Du Kecao's expression also quietly became complicated and indifferent.

He turned his head and looked at the dagger placed aside. Just watching quietly, as if thinking about something.

Then, Du Cacao slowly picked it up and quietly put it against his throat.

"..." His hands were trembling slightly.

This is not how a master assassin should behave.

Finally, Du Cacao looked at the sand table again, looking at the small chess pieces representing hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers.

"Alas..." A sigh sounded like helplessness and relief.

He put down the dagger and murmured to himself: "I hope they can succeed."