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"How many people are available?" Old Du looked at Chen Senran who was leading the horse, and asked Delxiu who was walking sideways beside him.

It was already daylight, and Chen Senran led the Demacia stormtroopers galloping mightily across the endless snow field, and the hell-like city in the sky covered in frost had long been left behind by them.

"Seven people in 630." 63 people died directly, 300 people were seriously injured, and almost everyone was slightly injured.

The attack in the blizzard last night was really terrifying, the kind of curse-like attack that was almost everywhere, even a team like them, which is known as the top troop on the mainland, was no match at all.

Thinking of it is a nightmare.

Del Xiu looked at those Demacia men running expressionlessly on the snow field, who seemed to be the same as before, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

He knew that they were actually very tired, and many of them were actually running with the last willpower. At this point, they still maintained a neat military appearance. It was their last pride that still stood firm.

If it was in the past, Delxiu would never agree to move forward, even if Chen Senran was the commander-in-chief, because it would be too reckless to move towards a behemoth when the casualty rate of the team is as high as nearly 50.00% , is really looking for a dead end.

It is absolutely impossible for him to send his brother to die.

But this time he compromised, when he saw Chen Senran walking down the stairs step by step, and he could clearly see the wanton murderous look in the man's eyes, he compromised.

But he is not afraid of those overflowing murderous aura. He has killed people for more than ten years, and he has never seen what kind of murderous and violent eyes. When looking at the murderous Darius, who was blocking the entrance of the valley, with blood staining dozens of yards around him, he just raised the sword in his hand and shouted Demacia to rush forward. I went up without a trace of fear.

The reason why he compromised was only because of the bewilderment after the thick killing intent in those eyes. He was very familiar with that kind of bewilderment. When he was young, his parents were chopped into flesh by the Noxians. He crawled out from under the bed in the middle of the night and looked into his own eyes in the mirror, that kind of bewildered.

That helpless daze of trying desperately to find something to hold on to.

Chen Senran, the man who has always been shown as calm and stable as a rock, has a crack in his shell that is so strong that nothing can break it.

He was called a man like a demon sword by Galen before, but at this moment, his scabbard was lost.

"He's completely crazy." Delxiu couldn't help pinching the horse under his crotch, trying to keep up with Chen Senran's speed. Even though he had agreed to march, he had to advise him to slow down. I saw that some soldiers who had not recovered from their serious injuries were almost collapsed.

"You know he's crazy, so don't try to persuade him." Lao Du saw Del Xiu's intentions, shook his head and said, "Leave the seriously injured."

The strong wind started to blow again, and Chen Senran urged the horse under his crotch even more vigorously against the wind. The force even caused a trace of flame to surge out of his body, and the horse under his crotch neighed long after being stimulated. .

He was indeed completely insane, he didn't care about anything else, the battle agreement with Galen, the surprise attack from the rear.

The flames in his body have already been burned away, and he only has one thought left at the moment, which is to follow the trace of breath left by the damn Frost Queen Lissandra, and go north, north, north.

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When Chen Senran was running crazily on the boundless ice field, Galen finally welcomed the envoy of the council.

The fateful Armistice Day has arrived.

The envoys of the parliament stepped their horseshoes on the snow in front of the coalition camp almost before dawn.

Before Galen had time to use any excuses to evade, the envoy of the parliament holding the magic book engraved with magic on one side, the scale and the crystal tower representing the supreme power of the council directly passed through the heavy encirclement, broke through into Galen's tent.

When Galen saw the face of the envoy with typical yordle features, he was still thinking about how to delay the meeting with the council envoy.

"Oh, my dear Lord Galen, are you waiting for me?" Te greeted in a yordle-specific accent, the shrill voice matched with his yordle's natural sense of joy A face that makes people laugh.

But Galen couldn't laugh at all. While cursing in his heart how the damn yordle came so fast, he smiled exaggeratedly and opened his arms to greet him, "Oh, Mr. Envoy , I sent someone to meet you, why didn’t I pick you up earlier? This is really my disrespect, welcome to come.” He originally planted countless secret sentries on the road, and once he found the special envoy of the parliament, he would stop him and try to delay the time , but did not expect to be dodged by this damned yordle.

"Oh, Your Excellency Galen, you are very polite. I am not a person who likes complicated etiquette, so I used the latest research results of our Piltover Academy of Sciences, the stealth powder, I hope you will not be surprised. .” The yordle bowed gracefully to apologize, and that precise gesture fully demonstrated his good self-cultivation.

"Of course not, please sit down, have you had breakfast?" Galen was still smiling, but when he heard the word Piltover, his smile became somewhat normal, even genuine Laughed.

People from Piltover... Originally, when he saw this yordle, he couldn't confirm his identity. After all, the yordle forces on this continent are very divided, and not all yordle forces are related to Demacia. Be friendly, like Bandle City is neutral, and some yordles in Zaun are hostile.

But Piltover, damn it, praises the word.

This shows that the damned yordle in front of him is here to help him. Galen knows that it is absolutely impossible to send people from the two countries to participate in such a mediation between the two countries, which will cause obvious bias.

That's why I usually challenge those idle people who didn't belong to any forces in the school to be envoys, but this time...

It turned out to be from Piltover, and Piltover has always been on good terms with Demacians...

"Oh, no, I'm in a hurry to go back. You must know that the entire continent is waiting for a fair, wonderful, and perfect duel in the Fields of Justice. It's a grand event that hasn't happened in many years." Piltover Mr. Yordle, the special envoy, waved his stubby little finger and continued, "So, you have to hurry up."

"But you know that my army is large..." Galen frowned. The other party's words made him not too sure about the other party's meaning, so he decided to test it out first. He needed to know what he could do. degree.

"Oh, you misunderstood me. What I need is a strong warrior who can shock everyone. Not a war." The yordle wagged his fingers and laughed, "A warrior just like you."

The meaning of this sentence is...he only needs people who can act and can stand up to the stage. As for the army, he didn't mention a word.

"Oh, the powerful warriors are going out and turn left to the third barracks. Our great prince Jarvan IV of Demacia and Lord Zhao Xin, the head of Debon, are waiting for you there." Galen laughed, using a kind of cooperation Looking at each other with pleasant eyes, finally asked cautiously, "We..."

"Oh..." The special envoy who had turned around seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and threw a scroll on the ground and stepped on it, "Freljord is such a ghostly place, the blizzard has kept the army stranded It’s been three days, damn it.” Finally, he sneezed on purpose to show the cold before he walked out of the tent.

At this time, Ashe opened the tent and walked in, looking at the joy on Galen's face, she said in surprise, "Why?"

Galen smiled and moved his eyes to the scroll on the ground. The scroll that had been scattered revealed the king's seal on the paper inside. He stomped hard and said, "The snow is too heavy."

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