let go of my anne

There are less than 2 minutes left.

The snow was still falling, and the footsteps of the Noxus quietly broke through the last 150 yards in the boundless rain of arrows. The cruel faces of the wounded men who were crazily charging with their arms crossed and dragging their legs were already clearly visible .

And the retreat of the Demacians is like a turtle crawling.

At this speed, it might take less than 2 minutes. I still underestimated the cruelty and determination of the Noxus.

Ashe took a deep breath, and the hand that was on the quiver in turn drew the arrow quickly and firmly again the next moment.

Her hands still didn't tremble in the slightest due to any fear or excessively frequent shooting, she steadily placed the arrow filled with the power of ice on the bowstring, and pulled the string steadily.

Aim and shoot.

"Om-"

"Plop—" The Noxus who charged ahead fell down in response.

Ashe drew the arrow again, and shot.

Draw arrows, shoot.

draw arrows...

Ashe's pupils constricted instantly, and her hand froze on the quiver at that moment, because the touch of her hand told her that there were less than thirty arrows left in the quiver.

And the Noxians are still pouring in, and they have brazenly stepped over the limit of a hundred yards.

In at most 20 seconds, these men's long knives could roar towards their own heads.

Unable to retreat, Ashe's hand was only in a stalemate for such a short second. More than ten years of bloodshed career taught her the simplest and most profound truth.

The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.

The next moment she drew arrows again, but this time she did not draw three arrows as before, but took out one arrow again.

On the one hand, she considered that her arrow vectors were completely insufficient. On the other hand, she had also noticed that the fastest Noxians were all elites among the elites of the Noxus army. Members of the Sars assassination team, many of them were able to avoid their own attacks through excellent consciousness and physical reactions. Even if they were hit by an arrow, at most they were injured on their arms or other unimportant parts.

Once these wild beasts with only skin injuries and no muscle injuries charged up and stuck to their faces, there would be no room for them to maneuver.

The most important thing now is to get rid of the ones that are most likely to cause harm to yourself first.

These thoughts flashed through Ashe's mind, and she nocked the arrow again and ordered in a low voice: "Everyone shoot flat shots and give them to me within fifty yards."

At the moment when the command was issued, she aimed sideways, and her eyes, which were as calm as death, looked at the front coldly, and the ice blue pupils fixed on Nok, who was the first one who had stepped over fifty yards. Sass assassinates the team.

Her hand slightly raised the angle by a very small angle, and precisely aimed the cold and sharp arrow on the opponent's forehead.

There is a wind blowing, the sound of bowstrings is like the sound of a piano, and the long arrows are like shooting stars.

This arrow fiercely pierced that person's head with an absolutely inescapable attitude, and the huge momentum hidden in that ordinary-looking arrow lifted the entire skull of that person away. stand up.

The flesh and blood were scattered all over the floor along with the brains, and the air was filled with the shrill and tearing sound of hindsight.

Ashe pursed her lips, without even looking at the person who was destined to die, she stretched her hand back again, her ice blue pupils searched for the forehead of the next person to die at the same time.

At that moment, the cruelty radiating from her icy blue pupils combined with the slightly pursed corners of her lonely mouth, like an eagle hovering high on the top of a snow mountain, ready to pounce down at any time.

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No one can break through the distance of fifty yards. Although there are enough Noxians and they are brave enough to die, Ashe's bow and arrow told them what is the furthest distance in the world.

Anyone who dared to cross fifty yards will be shot through the head by the howling bow, and those who break through a hundred yards will be unable to move an inch under the flat fire of the Avarosa.

The Noxus' charging speed was curbed, and the time passed by every minute, and finally approached the limit of 5 minutes.

But the most dire crisis finally broke out.

They, Ashe and her Centurion, were out of bows.

Those Noxians who were struggling under the rain of arrows froze for a moment, as if they had been strangled and had a chance to breathe air again. They subconsciously glanced at the sky, and there was nothing but snowflakes. It's raining arrows.

They finally made it to this moment. In fact, they didn't pay much attention to Ai Xi's group of hundreds of people at first. It wasn't until the first wave of arrow rain that they realized the horror of Ai Xi and the others. They are still charging, and what they are fighting is that Ashe has few people and insufficient supplies.

Now, the terrifying rain of arrows has finally stopped, and even a Noxian can't help heaving a sigh of relief. After all, only by facing the boundless rain of arrows in person can one feel that it is a kind of How hopeless.

At the next moment, these Noxians who were finally unstoppable roared and stepped out of their barbaric steps again, and the members of the Noxus assassination team no longer deliberately avoided possible bows and arrows, and let go of their speed. Running, the fastest one has already pulled the distance to fifteen yards in an instant.

Fifteen yards away.Ashe still didn't move, she looked at the Noxus who finally had a trace of bloodthirsty in his dead eyes, and drew her last arrow.

Nock, string, aim.Her hand is still as steady as a mountain.

The moment the bow was drawn, the Noxian had broken through to within ten yards.

Just a little bit, his two-handed long knife that was two yards long could easily cut down the woman who had been standing here with the damned cold arrow. He hated this woman because she at least took away his daily life. The lives of the three good brothers, and what he hates the most is the eyes of this woman.

That peace, that goddamn peace without the slightest fear, don't you think it's a terrible thing to die?You, why, what, no, harm, fear?

The Noxian almost roared these words and rushed over, his long knife raised high.

The boundless killing intent brought by the sharp blade even cut Ashe's delicate face, a small wound was cut between her eyebrows, a drop of blood oozes out from the wound, and then it is quickly frozen into ice in the cold wind, solidified On Ashe's forehead, it looked like a scarlet cinnabar mole.

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When I was shopping in the book review area today, I saw a great master who said that he signed his first book with 24 characters, 24 collections in [-] hours, and [-] collections in [-] hours for the second book.

Looking at myself again, 40 words, nearly half a year, [-] collections, no A lottery.

I feel sad.