let go of my anne

The air returned, and the wind picked up again.

The howling wind passed under the high ground, bringing the only bloody smell on the piece of flesh that was quickly frozen by the cold air into the noses of every survivor.

The bloody smell spread in the nostrils of every surviving Demacian, soaked into their nerves, drilled into their brains, and pierced their last bit of sanity like the sharpest javelin.

The smell of blood told them that the brothers of those girls who had been fighting side by side with them at the last moment, discussing in low voices what kind of red wine they would drink and what to look for after returning home, were dead.

Their heads were completely smashed, their bones were trampled to pieces, they would never drink red wine again, they would never see the beautiful girls in their hometown, and they would never be able to stand up and hold their swords high and shout Demacia long live.

Really, damn it.It is unforgivable.

This woman, this murderer who was leisurely walking away on the flesh and blood all over the floor.

Every Demacian warrior let out a low growl. The fear and shadow brought to them by the woman just before vanished, and more shame and hatred boiled in their veins.

No one said a word of nonsense, no one shouted loudly that I want to kill you.Just just.

"Zheng——" Everyone drew their swords, and every Demacian who was able to walk stepped forward at the same time. on the way.

The blood shed must be repaid in blood, and no one can let a Demacian bleed and walk away.Whatever it is.

The blood path that Sejuani opened was completely blocked, and she was surrounded by angry Demacians, leaving no room for movement.

Seeing this situation, Galen loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword. Originally, he planned to personally take action to keep Sejuani, but now, his brother did not let him down.

The blood of the Demacians is not yet cold.

Sejuani perched on the huge snow mountain porcupine that was barely injured, just a little bit of skin, looking at the Demacians around them who were getting closer and closer, looking at the fearless eyes burning in their eyes. Huo Huo, without the slightest fear on his face, showed a rare smile instead, which seemed to be admiration for the courage of these Demacians, but also a mockery of their overreaching.

Countless great swords were raised high around her, the strong wind blew over each blade, and the air was full of low humming, as if thousands of dead souls returned again, possessing those blades, Only after drinking the blood of the enemy will he leave.

The more and more intensive killing intent made the Snow Mountain Porcupine let out a manic snort, and shook its head a little uneasily, as if it wanted to forcefully rush out.

Sejuani pulled the rein slightly, and comforted the snow-capped wild boar under her seat. It seemed that she was not in a hurry to rush out. She glanced at the distance, twenty yards away, their people were coming.

The wind blew stronger and stronger, and the dense sword blades pressed the wind into sharp breaths, pressing towards Sejuani layer by layer, making the hard hairs on the Snow Mountain Porcupine stand up one by one.

Sejuani narrowed her eyes slightly when she saw the countless blades that were already close at hand, and raised the cold iron chain hammer that was covered with countless brains and flesh again.

There is only the sound of wind around.

The whole world is chilling like a knife.The blood is about to flow again.

"Xu——" When the first snow mountain alliance's foot stepped into the last five yards, the powerful sound of stepping on the snow broke the last string in the Demacian's mind.

"Roar——" the first Demacian swung his sword fiercely, and the swipe so fiercely that his arm almost lost his strength drew a white line visible to the naked eye in the air. A low, throaty hoarse whine.

Then there was the sound of thousands of great swords cutting through the wind, and thousands of hoarse hisses, like thousands of vengeful lonely ghosts.

"Clang—" The piercing sound of clashing steel rang at the same instant, and the cold iron chain hammer, which was originally as quiet as a mountain, rotated in an instant, blocking countless vengeful lone ghosts from the absolute steel field.

That terrifying force countered those Demacian people with a blow that had almost entrusted their entire lives, and the big sword led them back, expanding the originally dense circle several times in an instant.

But this time, there was no pause, and the remaining Demacians once again held the big sword in their hands and swung silently. They rushed towards the steel field that started to make thunder-like noises like crazy, without any delay. I don't mind that my body will be completely turned into a ball of flesh in the next moment.

"Clang-"

"Clang-"

"Clang-"

The sound of clashing steel continued to resound in the air, and the Demacians rushed towards Sejuani desperately wave after wave like a tidal wave.

Finally, the dancing speed of Sejuani's cold iron chain hammer, who was already a little tired, slowed down, and the steel field was no longer thunderous.

However, she was still as calm as ever, and she glanced not far away again. Her people had already started to attack, breaking through the perimeter of those Demacians.

Seeing those barbarians waving their knives at the Demacians desperately, Sejuani showed a sincere smile, and swung the cold iron chain hammer in her hand again, blocking another big sword Finally, he swung the Snow Mountain Porcupine under him, and shouted loudly: "Steel bristle, get on!"

As Sejuani's battle cry sounded on the battlefield, the men of the Snow Mountain Alliance who formed a formation of sharp knives and continued to break through in Sejuani's direction also waved their knives and shouted in response: "Steel mane, go! "

Looking at these Snow Mountain Alliance barbarians who kept charging like chicken blood, the peripheral soldiers of Demacia automatically formed a small-scale battle formation, and once again erected the shattered steel shields.

At the same time, the light cavalry also surrounded from the flanks, harassing the two wings of the sharp knife formation.

In the battle formation, Sejuani's Snow Mountain Porcupine did not have enough space to accelerate, so it did not urge another wave-like impact. It was blocked by countless sword blades, as if walking in a quagmire.And more blades had sliced ​​through its tough skin, and it began to bleed.

When the miserable howl of the snow-capped porcupine echoed in the sky above the dining table, no one noticed that not far away, dozens of dark green strange instruments were set up.

War, anxiety.

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Originally, this chapter was to be posted in the early morning, but due to network problems, it was posted now.

There will be an update tonight.