let go of my anne

The sudden loss of voice made everyone lose interest in speaking, and everyone's nerves were suspended. In this ghostly place where the head may be chopped off by a long knife violently coming out from somewhere at any moment, anyone Any abnormality may cause the sun of tomorrow to never be seen again.

The sound of howling wind and snow seemed to be louder.Everyone suppressed their breathing, trying to hear the sound of possible dying struggles clearly from the chaotic storm. Everyone's hands were firmly grasping the long sword beside them. At this moment, only the cold and rough hilt could be heard. The touch can bring them some sense of security.

"Harrison, are you bastard still alive?" Jason the talkative hesitated for a moment, and finally called out the alcoholic's name.

The others didn't stop Jason's behavior. After all, they were comrades for many years, and they didn't want him to die so quietly.

There was no response, and the biting cold wind made everyone's faces ache, and the sound of the wind was as loud as the howling of thousands of lonely ghosts.

"Pa-ta--" Just when Jason was about to yell to try again, the sound of liquid dripping on the ground suddenly reached everyone's eardrums in the strong wind with incomparable precision.The slight dripping sound was as heavy as a hammer falling to the ground.

Everyone's breathing is stagnant.

"Pa-ta--" Another sound.

"Patta papa papa..." followed by countless sounds.

It was the sound of dripping blood.A strong smell of blood filled everyone's nostrils through the wind and snow in an instant, and was instantly frozen by the extremely cold temperature. Those scattered blood flowers were mixed in the heavy snow and fell on the ground. A thin layer of blood-red frost.

Harrison was dead.This is not a very surprising result, but when it was really confirmed, everyone's eyes showed a trace of coldness.

Even if Harrison is usually an old alcoholic, he talks too much, often offends people, has a bad temper, and snores when he sleeps.But, no matter what, that is also a brother, the good brother who once hacked the Noxus and drank together.

So every man let out a deep roar, and they moved quickly in the snow, rushing towards Harrison's position like wild beasts.

"Son of a bitch, don't grab anyone, I'm going to cut off the head of that bastard who dared to kill my brother." Jason yelled in a low voice and rushed to the first place, even if it was a veteran like him , there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, after all, it is rare to find someone to have a good drink in this world.

He took the lead through the darkness, through the boundless wind and snow, and plunged into the snow covered with blood.

Then, he also lost his voice.The same abrupt end, the same abrupt end as if strangling a chicken, but Jason's death was more thorough, and he didn't even have time to snort.

All the people who rushed forward were stunned for a moment. After all, they were members of the Demacia stormtroopers. Demacia's first-class combat power, their awareness of danger is not comparable to ordinary people.

That unknown guy could instantly kill Harrison and Jason, two soldiers with extremely good personal combat abilities, which shows that the opponent's single-player ability has reached a certain level.

At this time, we must not recklessly send them up one by one for the opponent to kill. The captain of this team finally gave instructions at this time, and he lightly tapped the armor on his body a few times.

Three long and two short, the low and muffled sound of fingers tapping on the armor spread far and wide in the violent wind and snow, everyone heard the content clearly, gathered together, and closed in.

This is the code word for dark night battle formulated during the long-term battle. Although it is windy and snowy at the moment, it is conveyed accurately.

All the soldiers stopped rushing forward, instead they moved forward slowly like civet cats, carefully forming an encirclement circle around that place.The fierceness of the other party killing the two people did not frighten these animals who were licking blood all day long. The sound of dripping blood made everyone's killing intent rise to the throat, and they approached step by step, like predators. As silent as a mountain, they stretched out their sharp claws silently, waiting for the final moment, mixed with the killing intent, and cut out the deadliest sword.

Bloody snowflakes kept falling on the faces of those furious men, and the bloody smell that permeated the air intensified their desire to kill.

Someone couldn't help but growled in a low voice, and the low roar was suppressed like a caged beast.

The other party didn't seem to care at all about the growing killing intent around him, and there was no sound in that dark bleeding place.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller.But it was not enough for the captain of the team to issue the order to siege.

The beasts are still holding back, the hot killing intent has melted the snowflakes on their faces, and blood has flowed into their mouths.It was the blood of the two dead men, the blood of the same robe.

"Tsk—" an abrupt voice sounded, this voice came from the pitch-black killing field, that long voice had a hint of aftertaste, like a victor tasting the blood of his prey, that taste is very good.

This extremely provocative sound finally broke everyone's last trace of rationality, and everyone rushed forward frantically, no longer ignoring the captain's order, and the captain, he also rushed forward.

The figures of more than a dozen men rushed into the darkness from the dim moonlight, and those thin shadows gradually lengthened and finally disappeared without a trace.

Without any extra noise, those people were also quietly and abruptly buried in that pitch-black snow field.

The blood continued to flow and the snow continued to fall.

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Galen was woken up by a soldier's emergency report. Facing the pressure of the two forces these days, his mental strength was being pulled hard, causing his sleep quality to be very poor.

After retreating to the so-called last pure land of the Freljord in the past few days, he finally had a chance to breathe, but he didn't expect to be woken up by someone.

For this soldier who woke him up, Galen was a little angry, but he knew that if it was not an absolutely important matter, this soldier would not dare to disturb him.

So he just said calmly: "Say."

"General Galen, all members of the outpost first team are missing." The soldier lowered his head, probably because he was afraid of Galen's anger, and his whole body stiffened respectfully.

"Missing?" Galen frowned, very dissatisfied with the word, in this place, either live or die.

Disappearance was not an answer he wanted to hear.

"The people in Avarosa went to change shifts this morning and found that the people in the first team had disappeared, as if they had never existed, leaving no weapons, armor, or corpses." The soldier recognized Galen. Dissatisfied in his tone, he could only bite the bullet and continue reporting.

"Is that so?" Galen frowned even tighter. Originally, he thought that the enemy was advancing faster and was approaching, but this kind of weird-sounding answer made him feel bad. premonition.

"I think we have encountered a warning from an unknown friend." Just as Galen was silently thinking, a female voice came in from outside.

The voice was cold, like cracking ice.

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I will wake up hard tomorrow morning and go to work, hey, please ask for a recommendation ticket.