let go of my anne

More barbarians from the Snow Mountain Alliance rushed to the periphery of the battle formation. They followed the formation of sharp knives, and slashed the long knives in their hands fiercely at those who surrounded them from the flanks, trying to use their long swords to attack them. This sharp knife formation harassed the light cavalry.

Facts have proved that this group of beasts in the Snow Mountain Alliance can win all the way, not only relying on the magic weapons of Zaun that have not yet appeared.

When the group of contemptuous Demacian cavalry roared from the side and waved their big swords to harvest one or two heads. Taught them a lesson in blood.

None of the protruding long swords could be retracted easily. When the long swords slashed at those dirt-covered, skinny, chapped and pale necks, four or five long knives immediately slashed fiercely from all directions. In an instant, a large net was formed to capture the long sword and the arm holding the sword, and then the sword rushed up, chopping the arm into countless pieces in an instant.

Numerous blades quickly tore through the air, and the Snow Mountain Alliance, who was holding his breath, almost trembled all over his body.

Countless arms were cut to the ground together with the long knives. The sound of the knives cutting into the flesh and cutting off the bones was so harsh that the roots of the teeth were sore, and countless long swords fell to the ground along with the pieces of meat, deeply The deep humming that penetrated into the thick snow layer was long and long like some kind of cruel rest.

Not a single pale and chapped neck was severed, and the beasts of the Snow Mountain Alliance slapped the Demacians resoundingly. They put away their knives and looked at the Demacia whose arms were suddenly severed, with pain and shock on their faces. The light cavalry let out that low growl like a lone wolf again.

Only this time, it wasn't sorrow, but a strong provocation. Each of them opened their eyes wide, with fierce and unruly eyes, as if to say that your death time has come.

Looking at the pair of eyes that seemed to be burning with wildfire, and listening to the low growls one after another, the eyes of the Demacian light cavalrymen who were suddenly hit hard did not show a shred of timidity or fear. With his broken arm, he gritted his teeth and picked up the fallen long sword with his other unaccustomed hand, then turned the horse's head and gathered again towards the distance.

No one fled, no one retreated.

Because each of them knew that they had to stop this group of savages, and more of their brothers were still bleeding inside, absolutely, absolutely not let that damned murderer escape.

No one told them what to do, this group of men with broken arms spontaneously formed the same formation of sharp knives, and then pointed the tip of the knife straight at another extremely sharp knife.

No one spoke, and the world was silent for a moment.

The next moment, everyone pulled out their horses.

Hundreds of men with broken arms rushed forward without any hesitation.The hooves of the horses sounded like thunder, and the horses that rushed forward suddenly rolled up snow and smoke, like a mad dragon about to destroy the world.

This is a life-and-death charge, but no one is afraid. The violent wind blows over every young or vicissitudes of the face. Excessive blood loss makes their faces pale, but their eyes are shining Bright, it is full of something called fearlessness.

The charging horses instantly pulled the distance extremely close, and the two sharp knives were about to collide.

The last ten yards.

All the knights with broken arms lowered their bodies, lowered their heads and kissed the long swords in their hands, as if saying their final farewell.

"Long live Demacia." The first knight stepped into the final five yards, he raised his sword, and shouted.

"Long live Demacia." Hundreds of voices echoed together, and all raised their swords at the same time.

The wind blows across the blade.The roar was as loud as a grand elegy.

"Pa-ta--" the horse's hooves crushed the snowflakes.

last yard.

"Tearing——" the first knight swung his sword, and the blade tore through the violent wind.

"Tear—" Countless long knives responded to him.

"Pfft-"

"Kara—"

Countless blades slashed down, and the first knight was cut into a pulp by random blades.

But such bloodshed did not prevent more knights from continuing to charge. One by one, they rushed forward, swung their swords, and died.Wave after wave, like a wave that cannot be broken.

Long live Demacia resounded in the sky of the entire dining table heights. These men will live forever.

"Pa-la--" When the last Demacian light cavalry was hacked to death, the knives of many snow mountain alliance barbarians had already rolled their blades.

More members of the Snow Mountain Alliance died under the turbulent impact like a sea tide, and were twisted into meat by long swords and horseshoes.

In just thirty breaths, the Demacian light cavalry were all wiped out.

Looking at the corpses that had been completely mixed together, all the members of the Snow Mountain Alliance were silent. They finally saw the horror of the enemy. That kind of fearless charge made people deeply fearful, but also deeply respected.

But they didn't back down either, because they also had reasons for absolutely not retreating. At this moment, their king, the core of the entire Snow Mountain Alliance, was fighting bloody battles inside.

As a result, more members of the Snow Mountain Alliance quickly added to the knife edge on the left that was eroded by the wave just now, and restarted this unparalleled long knife.

At the same moment, the Demacians who had witnessed the life-and-death charge of their comrades also launched a more ferocious attack. Those infantrymen who were originally hiding behind the shield wall gathered and charged from both sides of the shield wall. Coming out, they held the spears, long swords, and long knives in their hands, forming a formation of sharp knives one after another, and began to charge towards the largest long knife.

Although they don't have horses, their forward speed is not inferior to that of the Demacian light cavalry just now. Countless feet are stepping on the thick snow, rising and falling continuously, making low and dense noises. The sound of war drums.

Wave after wave launched a bloody charge from different angles.

The blood began to flow unscrupulously everywhere, and the blood seeped into the deep snow, dyeing the snow layer more than ten yards thick almost crimson.

The two armies were finally completely twisted together, and countless flesh and blood began to be produced. At this moment, the table height became a complete war meat grinder.

The first big dish is so rich that it is almost disgusting.

And in the distance, those dozens of strange dark green units that have not been paid attention to by anyone have already aimed at this place.

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Nima.I'm going to die. . .

Kavinka's. .Just writing it now. .