let go of my anne

Under the plateau, the killing is still going on, and the bloody opera composed of blue and white tulips and black roses is still being staged.

Swords clashed, and the sound of bones and flesh being cut and torn was more piercing than the strong wind.

With Galen's continuous rotation, the boundless sword formed by the Fearless Great Sword shuttled through the endless sea of ​​black roses like an unstoppable hurricane. No one could stop his pace. Galen's sword edge passed There are shattered blades and dead Noxians everywhere.

Dead bodies piled up along the way, and blood flowed everywhere. From Chen Senran's perspective, it looked like countless black petals fell into mud.

It's just that the enemies are still rushing towards Galen, and the sea of ​​flowers is endless.However, Galen's sword turned slower and slower, and his footsteps were also somewhat sluggish. Obviously, under the interference of the terrible toxin, the long-time killing, and the inevitable pain caused by the killing, Galen could not hold on. How long.

Of course the Noxus saw this, so they charged faster and swung their knives harder.

Countless black roses once again surrounded the dying blue and white tulip from all directions, like a small boat that was tossing in the sea and would capsize at any time.

The swords collided again, causing the cold air to burn for a moment, sparks flying everywhere.

Once again the blue and white tulips repelled the engulfing of the black roses, and once again Galen cut the necks of a dozen Noxians eager to kill him with his fearless greatsword.

Dozens of heads soared into the sky, as if returning without success.

Only this time, Galen never fought a bloody path with the power of killing as before. He finally stopped the hurricane-like rotation, leaned on the sword, knelt down, and took a deep breath.

This time, he really didn't have any more strength, the hidden toxins could no longer be suppressed, they began to wreak havoc in his body again, his chest stagnated, and it was difficult to breathe, while the one on the left chest The small wound that was just pulled out by the knife, which he would not care about at ordinary times, was only a few tens of micrometers, and at this moment, the pain was so painful that all the nerves in his whole body were convulsed.

"Is it going to end?" Galen gasped and raised his head and looked around. The members of the Noxus assassination team surrounded him like locusts after a short pause, and countless long knives even covered them. Sky.

And farther away, those ordinary Noxus soldiers who had come for reinforcements finally broke through the line of defense he had held until now, and the slaughter was about to begin.

The only good thing is that after finding that bows and arrows are completely unable to stop those Noxians, most of the Avarosans who came to reinforce them have begun to quickly gather in front of the weak Demacians. Will replace Galen as the last ultimate line of defense, and buy the last time for those Demacians who have withdrawn to the table height the fastest.

Seeing this, Galen couldn't help showing a weary smile.

The next moment, his last line of sight was also covered by those forest-like long knives, and his eyes were completely black.

The blue and white tulips are about to be swallowed up by the black sea of ​​flowers.

The heavy snow is still overwhelming.

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When the cruel and bloody grand opera drew to a close, the people who saved the world finally arrived at the place of redemption they planned.

A boot stepped on the only snowy road leading to the top of the mountain. This is a boot full of rigor, whether it is the unique shape of the genius design that can reduce the wind resistance generated during running after precise calculation. , or the kind of leather that has been manufactured through complicated processes and will never enter the water and keep warm forever, all of which explain the word science.

Ask a shoemaker where that boot came from and he'll tell you categorically that the damn thing must have come from that damned place in Piltover.

And the owner of this boot, a man who definitely came from Piltover and put the word science throughout his life, is holding a golden hammer covered with strange patterns all over his body with one eye closed. , seems to be measuring something.

"Hey, let me say, can you stop fiddling with your broken hammer?" Just then, a discordant voice sounded behind him.

It was a woman who was speaking, a woman with two huge mechanical gloves on her hands, the workmanship of those two mechanical gloves was definitely a thousand times better than the boots on the man's feet, countless complicated patterns on the two Distributed on the gloves, there are even faint flashes of lightning.But the strange thing is that there is nothing wrong with such a pair of extremely fierce and precise gloves worn on the obviously smaller woman. Instead, it seems that her fists are as long and harmonious as they should be.

This woman's tone is very aggressive, and her tone of voice is quick and sharp, giving people a feeling that if you don't follow her words, she will definitely put her two terrifying fists on your face in the next moment, full of A kind of rudeness that is arrogant to say the least.

"Obey, my lady." The man just smiled at such an obvious rude behavior, he put down the giant steel hammer in his hand, and bowed slightly, fully showing the generosity of a gentleman.

"Mr. Jess, please forgive her rudeness, I am deeply sorry for that." Just as the man bowed slightly, another woman spoke.

The woman was the last one, and she was squatting down and looking down on the snow at the moment.

For the woman who was said to be rude by this woman, she shrugged her shoulders with a huge iron fist, showing a helpless expression on her face, you are such a good person, but she didn't say anything else, as if she had some scruples about that woman.

"Did you find anything, Miss Kaitlin?" The man called Jess shook his head and said it was okay. He looked at the woman with her head down and said softly. It could be clearly felt that what he said this time did not contain the previous words. This kind of politeness is more of a kindness from the heart, and it is obvious that he has a good impression of the woman with her head down.

"The footprints are still fresh." The woman named Caitlin raised her head and wiped off the snow from her hands. "It can be judged that the arrival time is about one magic hour, and they should have already started. We have to speed up, and I don't know about Ezreal..." Finally, Caitlin straightened the purple top hat on her head, and couldn't help but look into the distance.

"Cough cough cough..." Jess looked at Caitlin distracted, and couldn't help coughing, "I've calculated it just now, it's impossible to level the top directly from here."

"That's right..." Caitlin was interrupted by him, and came back to her senses, "Then..."

Just when she was about to say departure, a brutal and rough voice came down from above the snow path.

"Okay, the damn guy is finally here." Accompanied by this arrogant announcement, a scarlet figure strolled down from above.

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Still wrote it out.