let go of my anne

I will kill you.

Five words, one sentence, Sejuani spoke in a calm and indifferent manner without even raising her eyelids, but it was like a knife.

a sharp knife.

A sharp knife pierced into everyone's heart.

Everyone present heard this sentence clearly, people from Demacia, Avarosa, and Snow Mountain Alliance.

Everyone made actions that best fit their identities in the shortest possible time. They got up at the same time, grasped the swords in their hands, and looked at the person who was an ally just a moment ago, with angry eyes and determined killing intent.

The fastest responders were the two Demacia soldiers guarding Sejuani's side. They pulled out the guns around their waists almost before the last sound of Sejuani's words came out. big sword.

Even Ashe directly nocked the arrow and pulled the string, and the long arrow pointed directly at Sejuani's calm and serious face.

The group of people in Piltover raised their guns and shook their fists not to be outdone. The great scientist Mr. Jess even directly took out the bottle of antidote that controlled the Snow Mountain Alliance people and put it in his hand.

But the men of the Snow Mountain Alliance no longer cared about that point at this moment, they directly ignored Jess's threats, some even spat at Jess fiercely, looking at him fiercely, obviously Be the first to kill him.

A mutiny is about to happen.

There were only two people who did not move, one was the instigator of the mutiny, Sejuani, and the other was the challenged of the mutiny, Galen.

Sejuani was still so calm that she looked at the back of the man with his back indifferently, without saying a word.

As for Galen, his eyes never left the towering fortress from the beginning to the end, his hand holding the sword was as steady as before, and his whole body was as stable and quiet as an ancient statue of a god.

The snow fell even harder, so that every raised sword was covered with a thick layer of frost and snow.

The snow is full of bows and knives.

The wind was stronger, making every feather flutter.

Bloodshed and death were imminent.

Galen finally turned around. He glanced at those people who were killing intently in the wind and snow, and then put his eyes on Sejuani's face again. After a long, long time, he said, "Okay, you come and kill me!" I."

You come to kill me.

It's as simple and easy as I invite you to dinner.

As he spoke, he pulled out the fearless great sword from his waist, handed it to Sejuani, and looked at her beautiful and fierce eyes so calmly.

Fearless, fearless.

This is a naked duel of fierceness against fierceness, knife against knife, life against life, without any bells and whistles, the competition is who is more fierce.

Sejuani didn't accept the sword Galen handed over, but laughed instead.

Few people have seen Sejuani smile, even the warriors of the steel mane tribe who have been with Sejuani for the longest time have never seen this female leader smile. In fact, even Sejuani herself has somewhat forgotten what laughter is like Now, since she was nine years old and vowed to work hard to temper her body for the prosperity of the tribe, laughing and crying have completely insulated her.

But she was really laughing, laughing so recklessly, so crazy.

Like a wild lily blooming in the endless wind and snow, it is wild and charming.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were stabbed by the coldness and sharpness of this wild lily, and many people lowered their heads and could not bear the powerful and aggressive wild beauty.

Galen was also looking at Sejuani and smiling, but he didn't bow his head, and his hand holding the sword didn't loosen at all. He was still staring at the wild lily that suddenly opened.

Kill or surrender.

"You, think, for, I, don't, dare?" Sejuani stopped laughing suddenly, and looked at Galen and said word by word.

Just before the last dare word fell, her hand suddenly grabbed the fearless greatsword, and almost snatched it from Galen's hand.

Galen didn't stop, let go of his hand, still looking at Sejuani, everyone was looking at Sejuani, whether to fight or not.

"Stabbed—" The next moment, before everyone's nerves could react, Sejuani pierced Galen's body with a sword, and the whole body hit Galen's body hard.

"Tap—" hot blood fell to the ground through the blade.

Hitting everyone's nerves, the two nearest Demacian Dreadnought stormtroopers quickly raised their swords.

It only takes one second to cut off Sejuani's head, which is close at hand.

All the raised swords drew the most terrifying arcs.

Take a deep breath, everyone, take a deep breath and gather strength.

The destruction is about to begin.

At this moment, Galen, who was supposed to be dead, raised his arms high, without a trace of fatigue or weakness, and his face was not too pale. He looked at Sejuani's crazy face that was close at hand , the voice is calm: "I'm not dead yet."

"You're not dead yet." Sejuani didn't even show a surprised expression, as if all this was expected, and her sword wasn't intended to really kill Galen.

She didn't pull out another sword, she let go, took a step back, pointed at Galen's chest and said, "Today is your luck, next time, don't expect such good luck."

This was an obvious concession, and Galen won the duel.Galen knocked her down with a fiercer fist than Sejuani's.

She finally gave in.

No one knows whether Sejuani really wanted to kill Galen with that sword, and whether she stabbed hard with all her heart, but she stabbed, and Galen also bled.

This is enough.

Galen backed down, and Sejuani finally backed down.

Use the blood of Galen alone to exchange so many tragic lives.

It doesn't sound fair at all, but that's the way the world is.

With the completion of this transaction, the members of the Snow Mountain Alliance, who were as fierce as a tiger, also lost their momentum. They put down their swords unwillingly, and there was a strong sadness in their eyes.

They are not afraid of death, they are destined to face death at any time since they were born, but they are afraid of dying meaninglessly like that.

The greatest sorrow of a soldier is not being pierced by thousands of arrows and shrouded in horse leather, but dying of shame.

Death in bed due to old age is undoubtedly the greatest insult to a soldier, and this kind of cannon fodder death is the second greatest shame after the death bed.

Because there is no bloody battle of head-to-head fighting, no cruel battle of swords and swords, only the struggle of lingering.

Even the eyes of the Demacians showed a trace of sympathy.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the whole world is howling.

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