let go of my anne

Empty camp.

Although the tents are still standing in the snow, the curtains of those tents have already been opened, and the place where people should have slept inside is a void of darkness. Through the dimness, it is enough to see the magic gemstones in the entire camp. Bright light, Chen Senran did not find anyone.

There is no one, and everyone seems to have evaporated all of a sudden.

The strong wind whizzed past, rolled up the curtains of the tent that should have been pressed down, and pulled those curtains wantonly, hunting in the violent snowstorm.

Chen Senran was stunned for a moment. He felt that what he should see was a thousand members of the Demacian Dreadnought Stormtrooper swinging their swords neatly and precisely like a machine. The blood of every unknown assailant soaked the entire hillside, and there were corpses everywhere.

This should be the development direction of the normal script.

But now the situation...

"What the hell." Chen Senran couldn't help pinching his eyebrows, such a sudden and treacherous turn caught him off guard, and he was completely manic.

It is impossible for such emotions to appear on him in the first place. You must know that even when he was performing a mission back then, he was discovered by his target in advance and hired a top mercenary group to hunt and kill his team. Trapped in a French winery, the opponent's killing skills are extremely clever, his subordinates will disappear inexplicably every hour, and death spreads in every corner, but he is still interested in criticizing the new one while fighting back. How does the wine taste like?

But now, he was frantic and wanted to kill someone, because little Annie was gone.

It’s like something is very important, if it’s missing, you can’t sleep, you can’t eat well, you can’t walk, and your eyelids will twitch.

"Calm down." At this time, Lao Du obviously saw that Chen Senran's mood was wrong, maybe because Chen Senran watched his Dao of the Sword tonight, so they were already friends, and they never treated Chen Senran well this week. The old guy with a complex face surprisingly persuaded him.

"Thank you, I know." Chen Senran took a deep breath, tried to cool down his emotions, and tried to let his thinking enter the rhythm of the past.

First of all, it didn't take more than 15 minutes from the time the signal was sent to when I arrived here. What can happen in 15 minutes?

It is impossible to kill 15 people in [-] minutes until there is no scum left. Not to mention that all of those [-] people are first-class elites. To kill them requires at least [-] regular troops. A thousand ordinary people, and the enemy is replaced by a pervert like Nasus, it is impossible to deal with it so cleanly in a short period of time.

Is it really the so-called curse of the Frost Queen, and it seems that only the curse can have such a supernatural thing happen?

While trying to soothe his nerves with this nonsense speculation, Chen Senran turned his gaze to the blood-soaked blood, which even the torrential snow could not cover up, exuding thick maroon blood under the dark magic light.

There was blood, a lot of blood, and I also smelled a strong smell of blood before, which meant that there was indeed a brief but intense fight here, and people must have died.

But there was not a single corpse at the scene, which means that the corpses were disposed of quickly, so the number of deaths would not be too many. Then the answer is that either the 1000 people were directly captured together with Little Annie.

Either that 1000 people retreated with Annie.

The possibility of the former result is unlikely, because the thousand elites are not allowed to be captured because of their pride alone, regardless of their strength.

Then it's a retreat. In that case, Chen Senran let go of his mind slightly.

But what kind of terrifying attack was going to happen, and the 1000 people chose to resist for such a short period of time, and chose to retreat when they couldn't even wait for Chen Senran to come back?

What's even more strange is that the attackers didn't do any damage to the camp, they only restrained the corpses that might reveal their identities, and left quietly.

What are they, or what is their purpose?Just to make those 1000 people retreat, the benefit is completely out of proportion to their (their) painstaking attacks.

And this hillside, except for the entrance, the only place to escape is...

Follow the ladder that spans the mountain to the other side of the mountain.

The former palace of the Frost Queen.

Combining such conditions... Chen Senran couldn't help but cast a shadow over his heart, which brought back the speculation that he used to mediate himself before.

What curse is it really from the Frost Queen?Or is it that the ghost of the Frost Queen controls her ghost army and drives every group of people who come here to her palace, so that she can suck the soul to get eternal life?

If it is a ghost army, then it is really possible to evade the thousand Demacians, and it can't even last for 15 minutes.

At this time, Chen Senran and Lao Du finally reached the camp, and he squatted down directly to observe the frozen blood.

Ghosts don't bleed... and judging from the distribution of the blood on the ground, it's basically a neat line.

Chen Senran had killed many people, he knew that such bloody wounds could only be cut out by a sword, and it was a very fast sword, he could even imagine how swiftly those long swords could hit the vital points.

So most of the blood here is from the attackers.

In other words, the opponent's individual combat capability is not strong, but relies on the superiority in numbers...

With an advantage in numbers, Chen Senran suddenly raised his head to look at the densely packed openings on the mountain wall hidden in the darkness.

It's just dark and deep, and the wind and snow are even crazier. There is nothing but dead silence there.

"Is there any result?" Old Du interrupted Chen Senran's trance.

"They should have gone there." Chen Senran took a deep breath, and pointed to the other side of the mountain. The majestic palace hidden in the darkness, whose face could no longer be seen clearly, was far away. From such a distance, he could faintly feel a deep sense of oppression, and he raised his heart that had just let go a little.

After all, before the old ghost of Karthus left, he kept talking about the horror of that palace. Now, the girl has entered there...

"What...is there?" Lao Du followed the direction of Chen Senran's hand and looked towards the other side. He asked almost subconsciously, his tone was a little uncertain, he seemed to feel powerful, but also seemed There is nothingness.

"There..." Chen Senran could clearly hear the uncertainty in Lao Du's words, he knew that this old guy with almost saber skills must have felt something like Karthus, "There is a very long story."

"It's a long story..." The answer surprised Lao Du a little.

"Go." Chen Senran stood up, ready to go forward.

At this time, Lao Du suddenly turned his head and looked at the mountain wall on the left. His quick reaction was like being stabbed in the back.

He seemed to be looking for something. From Chen Senran's perspective, under the dark magic lamp, his eyes flickered in the dark night.

"What?" Chen Senran paused and frowned.

Could it be that……

"It's nothing, let's go." Lao Du shook his head and started to walk forward.

Chen Senran glanced at that mountain wall again, finally shook his head and didn't think about it any more. In any case, the most important thing now is to see little Annie first, to confirm that she is safe and well.

Then, any other problem is not a problem.

After three breaths, the entire mountain was as silent as death again, only the magic stone in the camp exuded a dim light, reflecting the strangeness of the shadows.

A crooked figure sneaked out from the overlapping shadows, as if looking at the direction where Chen Senran and the others were leaving.

"My lord, why didn't we kill them just now? Locke hasn't eaten human flesh for a long time." He swallowed a mouthful of saliva while talking, and the dark magic lamp illuminated his ugly face, with red hair all over his face, thin and thin. Its ears are long and its nose is long, and its skin is a thick frosty dark blue.

This is a typical humanoid creature.

"Idiot." A giant dark blue mallet flew out of the dark wind and snow, and hit the guy named Locke heavily on the head. A humanoid creature with the same face also came out of the darkness. Walked out, "If you want to die early, I don't mind giving you to the Queen as an appetizer first."

"Oh, great Trundle, my king, don't do that, Locke is just talking casually, yes, talking casually." Locke begged for mercy while touching his dying head.

The alien creature named Trundle, whose identity is the king, picked up the mallet. He didn't answer Locke, but just stroked the huge blue mallet, and also stared at the night on the other side of the mountain.

"A great sacrifice." He sang the words in a strange and drawn-out tone that sounded like the roar of some giant beast.

The sound echoed along the cold wind across the entire mountain plain, and as the sound spread, countless scarlet eyes were exposed hideously from the night.

Countless voices sang this great hymn.

Before dawn.

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