let go of my anne

The woman who spoke opened the tent and walked in.

This is a woman who can be called a peerless beauty even if she is placed on the west coast where the sun is long and prolific, but when you first see her, what you pay attention to is definitely not her face that is enough to make a city, nor is it her beautiful face. The exquisite body wrapped in a leather battle suit must be the big bow on her back, a big bow with a transparent material like a thousand years of ice that is emitting cold air all over her body.

This bow can't be considered rough and ferocious, it can even be called exquisite and gorgeous, it doesn't have soul-stirring murderous vigor, nor naked violent beauty, but it can make you lock your sight in an instant.

Galen praised this bow more than once as the crystallization of art. For him, who was born in a high-ranking noble family on the west coast of Demacia and studied art introduction since he was a child, killing is often not about rampage, but more artistic. Performance.He himself has made the art of killing to the extreme, so he has always admired the woman in front of him who walks in step by step and whose eyes are always as calm as ice when killing people.

"Princess Ashe, sit down." Galen stared straight at the delicate face of this chilling woman in front of him. This woman who participated in the battle of Summoner's Canyon twice and laid the foundation for the victory of Demacia twice has long been famous. In the world, if it weren't for this sudden rebellion, Galen would almost call her Queen Ashe instead.

The face of the woman with the big ice bow was as delicate and cold as the bow on her back. She frowned and sat down on the first chair on the left, saying, "Galen Your Excellency, I hope you will still call me Ice Archer next time, that is what I like."

Her voice is very special, cold but not weak, slightly deep but not hoarse, like the tip of an iceberg floating on the sea, hiding endless undercurrents.

"Sorry, I will definitely remember next time." Galen's words were quite polite. Although his current military strength far surpassed that of Avarosa headquarters, he knew the pride of the woman in front of him. She was once alone. The legend of daring to step across half of the ice field with a single bow and make thirty tribes surrender at the same time.

Galen didn't want to lose this ally. On the one hand, it was because of Demacia's interests in the north, and on the other hand, he respected this woman. Years of life as a ranger made certain concepts go deep into his bones. For example, heroes cherish heroes .

So even though Galen was helping Ashe as much as possible, he still showed respect and humility.

"Then tell me what you think, Miss Ashe, you seem to...know something?" Galen quickly brought the topic back to the matter just now. The mysterious disappearance of a forward sentry is definitely not something that can be taken lightly. .

Although judging from the information, the army of the Snow Mountain Alliance is still dividing up the land they just obtained, and their weak foundation is not enough to digest the continuous fruits of war in a short period of time, even if they continue to advance desperately, Then their large troops will arrive in days at the earliest.

But the other party has the latest technology support from Zaun, who knows what those crazy guys invented.As for myself, I have not received a response to the request for help I sent to Piltover some time ago. This is extremely bad news.

"I do know some rumors about this snowy land." Ashe gave another answer that seemed a bit unconvincing.

"Rumor..." Galen's tone this time was not as cold and brief as he used to say to soldiers. Although the answer Ashe said didn't quite meet his usual taste, he knew that Ashe was not a person who liked to joke. So he chose to listen.

"Rumor." Ashe nodded affirmatively. Following her nod, the big ice bow trembled slightly in the air. Light leaked in from the corner of the tent and shone on the bow, reflecting a terrifying light. "Although my tribe has been wandering in the middle of the Freljord before, there are still some small tribes attached to them living in the fringe areas, and the small tribes living in this area often have some problems."

"Some situations...for example, some people disappeared mysteriously?" Galen frowned. If this kind of situation happened before, it can be ruled out that the Snow Mountain Alliance rushed in.

"Yes, people often disappeared mysteriously in this area, as early as ten years ago. They informed me of this situation, and I sent 50 elite people to check, but they disappeared forever. Later, because The battle in the central area, I forgot about it, and when I remembered it later, they all no longer lived in this part of life. The last report is that this area seems to be the territory of some powerful creature. Finally, I finally roughly delineated the scope that cannot be entered, and named this area the last pure land of the Freljord to show respect." Ashe explained the whole story slowly, and finally concluded, "So , we should have been targeted by it for walking unscrupulously in its territory... it's just..."

"Just what?" Galen probably believed this fact. After all, compared to the mad dog-like offensive of the Snow Mountain Alliance, a powerful individual is not too bad a thing for him.

"The thing used to leave a skull as a warning after killing people, but this time nothing was left... It's strange." Ashe frowned, and she took off her ice cube with her backhand. Bow started stroking, her delicate fingers slid across Bow's body, trying to let those cold breath penetrate her skin so that she could think better.

"Actually, you don't have to think about it that much." Galen interrupted Ashe's thinking. "Tonight, let's go to that place. From your description, we can see that the other party has a strong sense of territory. By then, everything will be clear." Her words reveal a strong self-confidence, even in the face of thousands of troops, he is not afraid, let alone a monster who hides its head and shows its tail.

"I hope so." Ashe was still dazed while touching her big bow, obviously still brooding over that question.

Always feel that something is not right.

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When it snowed again in the Freljord night, the gray carriage that had been running for a long time on the vast and dry land finally stepped into the snow-covered world.

As the first flakes of snow slowly fell on the ground, Galen stepped out of the gate of the camp with one foot.

At the same moment, the two figures were flying fast in the growing snow.

The night is getting dark and deep.

The wind is getting louder, and this is destined to be a sleepless night.

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Maintaining a good mood.