let go of my anne

"Snapped--"

The crashing sound of ** resounded in the air again, low and scattered.

The snow is still falling.

There was a long silence.There were no more unnecessary sounds, except the sound of the wind.

The moonlight was like a broken knife, reflecting on the cracked earth walls that were ferocious like ancient corpses, it was as quiet as death, and even the sound of breathing was barely audible.

The fight to the death finally came to an end.

Both lose.

This result was somewhat beyond Swain's expectations. In fact, Darius, a crazy tiger, can bring him a little surprise every time he goes crazy, and this time is no exception. Originally, he thought that Darius could only Barely resisting the attacks of Jiawen and Xin Zhao, it's just not losing the wind.Unexpectedly, he exchanged injuries for injuries to kill the opponent's two major strengths.

There is still a chance to win, which is really good news.

But he still sighed helplessly, because those Demacia stormtroopers were still standing intact, and he needed to deal with them by himself.

Fifty members of the Demacian Dreadnought Stormtroopers may be a mountain that can never be overcome by ordinary people, but it is definitely not Swain's mountain.

He just finds it too troublesome, but more because he really hates doing it by himself. He always only likes to kill with his mind. It's not that he is so arrogant that he doesn't need force, but the scene where he fights with others. It will remind him of the scene of the drunk man beating the woman who died on that rainy morning many years ago. He will feel that his whole body is wet and full of the acid rain of that morning, and he will feel sick and want to vomit.

Swain's face turned pale for a moment, and he felt his stomach start to churn, but he still turned his gaze to the faces of those Demacians.Because, just like when he pierced that man's heart while vomiting, some things really had to be done.

The torch was still burning, and the only ray of light in the dark snowy night blurred the faces of those Demacians.

They were also looking at Swain, the only remaining crippled enemy. In terms of numbers, they could completely tear Swain to pieces in an instant.

But none of them moved, because they saw Swain's gaze, which diverged inch by inch under the reflection of the only remaining torch, and became distorted and strange, making people afraid to look directly at it.

At that moment, these Demacian soldiers who drank blood on the battlefield felt a bit of chill in their hearts, and there was a bit of hesitation. It was different from the huge sense of oppression when facing Darius, but seemed to be facing a huge spinning The vortex is falling, as if as long as you get close, you will be involved in it, and you will not be able to turn over.

Confronted silently.

After a long time, Swain's shoulder moved, as if he felt that the snow on his shoulder was too much and heavy, he shook his shoulder vigorously, and the ordinary crow on his shoulder was blown away.

As the snow fell rustlingly, the crow soared into the sky, flew higher and higher, flew into the snow curtain, and uttered a long hoarse cry high above the sky.

"Wow--"

This long cry broke the silence of the whole world, and the eyelids of all the Demacians twitched, and they subconsciously clenched the long swords in their hands.

Swain pursed his harsh lips, his stomach convulsions made his face pale again, and he couldn't help holding the crutch with both hands.

He looked at those Demacians who had already felt uneasy, and sighed again.

That long sigh penetrated into every Demacian's body along with the deep cold wind, and every Demacian soldier couldn't help shivering.

A long sigh fell.

The moment the long sigh fell, Demacia, who hadn't recovered from the bone-chilling cold, felt her eyes dim, and the strange light in Swain's eyes shrank suddenly.

Even the flaming torches were suppressed abruptly.

There is no more warmth and light, and even the half-hidden moon has reappeared and hidden in the boundless snow curtain.

The whole world is full of darkness.

next moment.There were boundless wings vibrating from the darkness, like thousands of demons thirsting for flesh and blood surging out of the gate of hell.

"Tearing—" There were sharp piercing sounds all over the sky.

"Tearing——" the sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh and blood filled the sky.

The Demacians who suddenly lost their vision let out a muffled low growl. They were still calm at first, relying on their hearing to judge possible attack directions, but with more and more scars on their bodies, as those attacks could not Everywhere, they had lost their composure, and they began to frantically wave the big swords in their hands.

In the darkness, there were constant sounds of blood and flesh splattering, and the sound of foreign objects falling to the ground, but most of them were the tragic screams of people dying.

This is a massacre, an absolute massacre in the dark.Many people died, unwilling to die.

After a long time, boundless wings vibrating sounded again in the darkness, towards the high sky, all the demons returned to hell.

Darkness fades away.

The heavy snow was still falling, and the waning moon leaked another ray of light like a knife, cutting through the dark night, revealing the broken bones and flesh all over the ground.

The ground is full of bones, like hell.

Swain's face was extremely pale, he felt the stickiness all over his body, he felt his stomach churning, he clutched his chest with his hands tightly, coughed a few times, but finally didn't spit it out.

A long low hoarse cry sounded again from the sky.

"Wow--"

That ordinary crow shuttled down from the sky and landed on Swain's shoulder slowly.That crow was still the same crow, but its eyes were scarlet, as red as blood.

Swain stood there for a long time, and finally let out a long breath. He took out a magic flint from his arms and re-ignited the extinguished torch. He leaned on his crutches and turned around to ignite the powerful magic explosives.

And at the moment he turned around, his body froze there, never moving again.

It was because he suddenly felt a great threat swimming up his back, and finally aimed at his heart. As long as he took another step, he believed that his heart would be pierced immediately.

"I advise you to put down the torch in your hand first, otherwise my hand will tremble and shoot you in the heart, Mr. Swain." A slightly sharp female voice came from behind him, sharp Just like the Hex Magic Rifle held in her hand.

Under the waning moon, Caitlin loaded the gun and took aim, eyes like eagles.

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Recently things have started to go wrong again.

Trying to adjust.

Hope to recover some tomorrow.