let go of my anne

The Snow Mountain Alliance's first wave of tentative attacks started before the sky was bright, and the faint light of dawn only pierced some darkness, revealing a small corner.

The sky is full of huge snow.As if to prepare for this impending war, the snow is getting bigger and bigger every day.

When Chen Senran yawned and rushed to the high ground of the dining table, Galen was looking at the snow mountain wolf cavalry galloping crazily in the boundless snow curtain below the high ground with the faint light of the sky.

Those wolf cavalry had no more than a hundred men and horses, and they didn't form a team. Instead, they rushed towards the high ground scattered from all angles like a race.Although their speed is fast and the wind and snow are majestic, but with the advantage of the dining table heights and the existence of those sharpshooters from the Avarosa tribe, they can be used as targets.

But Galen just watched, without any intention of ordering those Avarosa arrows to do it. One reason is that after repeated battles, bows and arrows are already somewhat scarce and there is no need to waste them at this time. On the other hand, the Snow Mountain Alliance The person in charge is not a fool, and the other party will not send dozens of people under him to die early in the morning for no reason.

They are going to demonstrate.Galen watched as the fastest wolf cavalryman sat on the front foot of the snow mountain giant wolf that had stepped onto the edge of the high ground. The thin man with tattered fur had nothing but madness in his eyes.

He must feel that he is honored, as long as he can rush to this high ground.This belief must also be distributed in the hearts of every wild man who follows.They just want to use their lives to give the Avarosa tribe the first impact, telling them that we are here, we have set foot on your last piece of land, and your time to survive is running out.

Death is doomed, so let's see who is the first to rush to that ridiculous high ground.

Poor psychological tactics, if Galen had [-] Demacians with him, this tactic would be meaningless to him, but there are tens of thousands of Avarosans behind him, so this tactic is also worthless. Absolutely useful, if the Avarosa people collapse without a fight, then the meaning of staying in the north will be gone.

Therefore, absolutely no one should be allowed to set foot on the high ground.

Not even an inch.Galen took a deep breath, sucked the fine snow flakes and wind and frost into his chest, and stabilized his nerves. He still didn't ask for someone to shoot an arrow, but took it from the hands of several Demacian stormtroopers beside him. He picked up a huge dragon gun, then raised it up with one hand, and slowly pointed it at the wolf cavalry who was already galloping halfway.

Galen aimed at the thin man's brow, and whispered: "Asterabista." This is what he learned recently, and the man is a warrior no matter what.This is respect for warriors.

Before he set off on the expedition, he must have drunk strong alcohol.Looking at the fiery breath that melted the surrounding cold from the man's mouth, Galen finally thought.

The dragon gun shot.The gigantic spear rolled up a layer of more violent storm in the violent cold wind. It pierced through all the blocking wind and snow, penetrated the dark sky, and brought a series of ear-piercing roars in the air.

In the end, it was accurately stabbed, no, it should be said to be hit.

The thin man's head couldn't bear the thrust of the huge dragon spear at all, and the moment it touched his brow, there was a crisp sound like a rotten watermelon being smashed in the air.

"Pala——" White brains mixed with blood sprayed into the air, and they were instantly frozen solid.

The spear continued to move forward, directly piercing through the giant snow mountain wolf that the thin man was sitting on with terrible inertia. Before the wolf could struggle, it nailed a man and a wolf on the last way to the high ground. The violent wind and snow soon froze and covered them. From a distance, they looked like an ancient statue standing here for thousands of years, hideous and terrifying.

In the wind, only the bundle of unknown animal hairs hanging from the end of the huge dragon gun was hunting.

The wolf cavalry who followed behind had a little hesitation. If they were only pierced by random arrows or stabbed with long knives, they would die heroically, but now this way of death... It can be said that Galen's terrifying The blow of the enemy left a deep shadow on them, and no matter how brave the soldiers were, they would be afraid of the unstoppable power like ghosts and gods.

Gradually the soldier who ran the fastest drank the snow mountain giant wolf who was sitting down, and stayed in the place where his comrades were buried, not daring to take half a step beyond the thunder pool, as if he was afraid of his own head the moment he stepped out. It will also split into countless petals like the unlucky ghost next to it.

More wolf cavalry stopped, and finally everyone stayed here, silently looking at Galen on the high ground, and some didn't know what to do.

If Galen ordered to release arrows at this time, he would definitely be able to wipe them all out, but Galen didn't do that. He knew that only greater terror could give the opponent an absolute shock.

After another 5 minutes, the wildness in the hearts of the soldiers who started to accumulate snow began to swim restlessly again, and the boundless fear in that short moment began to dissipate, and someone whispered: "What are you afraid of, he is alone It's so powerful, we run separately, he can't kill us all, go ahead."

"That's right, come on, I'm going to die anyway, for the sake of the great Snow Mountain Alliance."

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More and more voices sounded from the wolf cavalry, and the crowd became restless, and the giant snow mountain wolf under them also began to howl in a low voice, as if it smelled the death of their companions.

"Xu——" the first sound of stepping on the snow, the first person finally couldn't help urging the snow wolf under his seat.

No Dragonlance, no death.His face, which was a little underdeveloped due to lack of food for many years, showed an ugly smile.He starts to sprint.

The end seemed to be at hand.Five hundred yards to go...

I will be synonymous with greatness...

Then he saw Galen.That devil-like man was walking towards him step by step. He wanted to turn around, but it was too late.

The next moment, Galen lowered his body and exerted his strength, sending the Snow Wolf under him flying more than ten yards away with a punch. The sound of bones breaking was as crisp as roasted beans in the air.

And he, who was supposed to become a legend immediately, was pinched by Galen's neck lightly at the moment he flew up, as easily as pinching a chicken.

"Kara—" was the last sound he heard.It turned out that this was the sound of a broken neck...he finally thought this way.

Galen was not in a hurry to throw away the corpse, but carried the corpse step by step towards the men who were about to move and prepare to sprint, and then threw the corpse in front of them like throwing garbage.

"Pa-ta--" Until this moment, only a little blood dripped from the poor bastard's mouth.

The nerves of all the wolf cavalry jumped, and their agitation dropped instantly. They were terrified of hitting the giant snow mountain wolf sitting down in order to suppress the restlessness and mania of those beasts.

Galen didn't look at them, but walked to the side of the unlucky ghost who was nailed in the snow, and slowly began to draw the huge dragon spear.

"Puss hiss—" When the spear was pulled out, it inevitably made an unpleasant rubbing sound against the body that had just died.Every sound of that sound hit the nerves of those wolf cavalrymen, and those with weaker minds could no longer hold the knife in their hands.

"Kill him..." someone yelled, very softly, and sternly.

"Yes...kill...kill him." More people responded.

The people who were terrified at first seemed to have caught the last straw before drowning. They breathed heavily and tremblingly raised the rough long knife in their hands.

Those snow-capped giant wolves finally couldn't hold back their long howls.

Galen was still drawing his gun.

"Kill!!!" The first person rushed out, jumped up high with the wolf, and pressed down on Galen's head, as if he wanted to tear this terrifying man into pieces.

"Zheng—" the dragon spear was finally pulled out, and just before the wolf was about to tear Galen's skin, Galen glanced indifferently at the wolf cavalrymen who were pressing down, and stood up with his spear.

"Hiss—" The sound of sharp blood rushing through the air was extremely ear-piercing.

The sudden splash of blood stained Galen's body, and the blood froze rapidly, as if Galen had put on a layer of scarlet armor again.

Dead silence.The people holding the knives froze there again, looking coldly at Galen and at the early bird he held up high.

The wind is as strong as the roar of the devil.Everyone's veins seemed to freeze.

I don't know who was the first to run away frantically in fear, and then collapsed, those wolf cavalrymen began to flee all over the mountains and plains.

"Invincible!!!" Chen Senran looked at the man standing proudly under the high ground, and was the first to shout the horn of victory.

"Invincible!!!" A roar louder than a gust of wind echoed across the dining table.

First course, very tasty.

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First update.It's nearly [-] words long.

Take a break and see if I can write a second update.