Overclocking Summons League of Legends

The work in the food processing plant came to an end, and Quinn walked from near the huge mill to the sink, and she began to wash the white flour on her hands with water that exuded a foul smell.The city built on granite lacks water in its eyes, and what flows out of the water pipes is icy snow water.

The water was so cold it almost pierced her finger bones.Her mind was in turmoil, and she had been working since yesterday morning until noon today.Her resentment reached its peak at this moment, and in order to hide safely, she entrusted Hua Luo to a few mercenaries.And she disguised herself as an ordinary Noxian civilian and entered a food processing factory.

It is hard to imagine that in the famine-ravaged Noxus, there are tons of wheat, countless dried meat and well-preserved vegetables.

The wheat is neatly stacked in the warehouse, the dried meat is hung on the roof, and the vegetables are gathered in the cabinets on the wall.

But the people who processed the food were starving, and even Quinn almost fainted from hunger.She scraped off the grease and flour crumbs inside her nails, and she did this tiny movement extremely slowly, as if she was destroying Demacia's old enemy, Noxus, which was feared by countless people, little by little.

'will bury you in the grave! ’ thought Quinn, everything she was doing now was aimed at destroying Noxus fully.She agrees with those mercenaries' plans very much. A series of seamless schemes amazed her. She never thought that some seemingly unrelated moments would combine to become a deadly noose, which was being gathered in Knock little by little. Sass' neck, and finally strangled it and its owner.

After doing all this.Quinn shook off the water stains on his hands, and quickly stuffed his wet hands into his pockets.There was a clinking sound from the pockets, and she felt something hard with her fingertips.Here is her payment for her work, five Noxian copper coins.

The round metal manufacturing process is very backward, and a lot of uncut and polished burrs hurt the fingertips.What can these copper coins do?You can't afford even a loaf of bread, let alone fill your stomach.Demacia, by comparison, is heaven, enough to feed even the laziest of souls.

Half an hour later, Quinn showed up at the salmon restaurant.This is one of their strongholds in Noxus, with several mercenaries disguised as cooks.waiter.restaurateur.I have to say that the food in this restaurant is terrible, buckwheat soup, rice with dried vegetables, smoked pork leg and so on.Not only is it ugly in appearance, but even the smell is faintly pungent.

Still, salmon restaurants are booming.Cheap prices and huge portions.Let the civilians living at the bottom of Noxus.Low-ranking military officers, shabby government officials flock to it.

These people are entrenched at the dining room tables, drinking rum and water in large swigs.Talking about something in a low voice.No one in Noxus dares to speak loudly in public, or to discuss the happenings of the city-state with a stranger.

If you are not careful, you will be arrested by the secret agents of the Military Law Department. At that time, you will find that the guy who complained about the war with you just now suddenly changes and can decide your own fate.

Quinn walked through the crowd, her eyes were sore and stinging, and her eyes were filled with tears, while her eyelids were blinking rapidly.Those mercenaries stuffed two gadgets into their eyes, easily changing the color of their pupils, making themselves look more like a pure-blooded Noxus.

Pushing open the door, isolating the messy whispers outside.A small man in a white chef's uniform grinned at Quinn.

"I'm back, how's the situation?" The little man was named Greg. A few days ago, he was a black-skinned alien. He used ginger juice to paint his head, face, and arms yellow, pretending to be a Noxian.His eyes don't need to be disguised, so there's something schadenfreude about his smile.

Quinn nodded, and said with blurred eyes, "Nothing happened. There is a large amount of food stockpiled in the warehouse, and it is still increasing. Most of it has been made into military rations. It seems that the Noxus army will be in the near future. There are big moves." As a guerrilla, it is necessary to master certain analytical skills, and Quinn is even more outstanding in this area, and she is not inferior to Lux.

Greg put his hands in the soup pot, stirred it a few times, and then put the pot on the stove, where the buckwheat soup was being boiled.

"Boss is waiting for you, it seems that we will have work to do soon!"

Quinn blinked, lowered his head, took out the contact lenses from his eyes, and put them in a small box.He wiped away the tears on his face with a dry towel, and rubbed his dry eyes.

'They must have swelled up. ' thought Quinn to himself.

"It's contagious," Greg kindly reminded.

Quinn said bluntly, "Stop talking nonsense." From time to time, these mercenaries would say some incomprehensible words, which she had never heard before.It is said to be the native language of the Shadow Isles. By God, that small island is too far away from Demacia.She had never been to that place, and the people of the Shadow Isles were too strange for Demacia.

The Tin Woodman manipulating metal, the monster digging graves in the middle of the night...

That place must be cursed with evil.

Quinn walks through the kitchen, kicking over a skillet in the process.

"Be careful!" Greg yelled from behind.

Quinn stood in front of the closet, ignoring the nagging Greg.She reached for a cup on the closet and turned it vigorously to the left three times and to the right twice.The closet immediately rattled hinges against gears.

A door, narrow enough for only one person, opened.

The bright light inside almost blinded Quinn's eyes. She closed her eyes and walked into the white room.There are several shadowless lamps erected above the head.The walls are covered with large and small LCD screens, and the pictures inside are scenes from Noxus.

Quinn recognized many places from above, the notorious Brain Skull Manor, the luxurious sage's home, the barracks of the garrison, and even a few noble bedrooms.

A few mercenaries sat in front of these strange things, constantly knocking on the "small wooden boards" on the table. These small wooden boards were densely packed with raised small squares, and strange words were drawn on the small squares.Pressing down slightly will make a "click" sound.

These guys apparently found something.The click sound was almost continuous.It's like the sound of dense raindrops hitting the window, which makes people flustered.

'The storm is coming! ' thought Quinn to himself.

"Monitor one to the left, the target is walking towards you."

"Received, seat number one is on standby, with a good view. The dawn here is quiet, and the guests have appeared..."

"They stopped and seemed to say something. Is there any chicks nearby, I need a pickup."

"Chicken 5 take off, pickups ready. Grabbing track..."

It has to be said that these mercenaries have a lot of brushes, and Quinn can clearly see a man and a woman standing at the corner of the street through the screen on the wall.The women are dressed in traditional Noxian clothing.The black hood covered most of her face.As for that man, Quinn's pupils shrank, she clearly recognized this guy, he and his companions killed four mercenaries on the snowy field.And almost cut off Valor's claws.

"I have a hunch that if I don't seize this opportunity..."

"Wang Hu is up to me to say. ... I need his help. You are right. ... A team, the strength of an individual is always small"

The two men spoke in such a low voice that Quinn couldn't hear them clearly.But those mercenaries had excited smiles on their faces.

It looks like the situation is under control.

Quinn thought so, and then walked to a man.This man was exceptionally burly, with a height of two meters. Standing in this room, he almost pierced through the roof.The generous back is extremely oppressive, making it difficult for people to breathe smoothly in front of him.

"Marshall, I'm back." Quinn stood behind the man and said softly. The room was very warm, dispelling the chill on Quinn's body.She was drowsy from the heat, and felt tired all of a sudden coming out of her bones.

The man named Marshall is the head of the Hurricane Regiment. He is now wearing a black racerback vest with a dragon tattooed on his arm.It's hard to connect his current attire with the image outside the Xueyuan Sojourn Ball, but that's not the point.

"What did you find?" Marshall's voice was low, thick and magnetic.Inadvertently give people a feeling of safety and dependability.

"The Noxians are constantly collecting food, and there are a lot of military uniforms to keep out the cold. A lot of wood was also found near the food factory, all of which are iron leaf trees collected from the Northern Iron Ridge Mountains."

"Iron Leaf Tree?"

Quinn smiled. Iron leaf trees are the main material for shipbuilding. These woods are compact, and they will not warp or crack under the conditions of large changes in sun, rain, dryness, and humidity. They are water-resistant and fire-resistant.

It can resist the moths of sea insects in different sea areas, and more importantly, it is resistant to corrosion. Demacia's fleet uses these woods to make warships.

These mercenaries obviously don't know the usefulness of the iron leaf tree.

"The iron leaf tree is often used to build ships."

"Oh!" Marshall pondered, "It seems that Noxus is preparing to launch a war against Ionia!"

"What? How is this possible? It's too ridiculous. You can't speculate just by relying on some iron leaf trees!" Quinn was shocked by Marshall's words and woke up.This is simply a joke, how can he say that, you know that Noxus is confronting Demacia on the front line, where they have troops to wage war.

Fight on two fronts, unless the Noxians are crazy!

Marshall did not explain to Quinn, he was attracted by the picture on the screen, two naked men and a woman were talking to another man and a woman.

He sneered again and again, and finally caught you—Karen Darkwill!

"Ready to collect intelligence, Soap turned on the loudspeaker, and we will broadcast live to hear what they have to say."

"Ok!"

"Paxoren, seize the opportunity, if the titanium needle can kill Karen, we can spend less effort."

"Yes!"

The whole room suddenly became chaotic, and several people's conversations began to be heard.

But the good times didn't last long, the woman suddenly found something, she slowly raised her arms, a large number of lavender magic elements disrupted the picture, the scene on the screen was distorted, suddenly went dark, and nothing could be seen.

"Chicken No. 2 was shot down! The whale signal was lost, and the data link transmission was blocked, my God! Someone is anti-tracking! The firewall has been penetrated! We have been discovered!" (To be continued...)