let go of my anne

The snow-covered Noxian fortress roared from the gap in the narrow and long valley passage, and rushed straight into Jace's light blue pupils.

He tightened the tactile Hex metal handle in his hand, put his eyes on the complex aiming notch on the Hex metal handle, and began to make the final fine-tuning.

The rare noon sun in the Freljord fell from the sky, extending from the fortress at the end of the horizon to Jace's eyes, connecting his eyes, the complicated aiming line, and the almost impossible to capture fortress into one a straight line.

With the last small adjustment of Jace's fingers, the fortress that must be breached was fully embedded in Jace's attack scope.

"What is this?" Galen glanced at the weapon in Jess's hand, the weapon transformed from his original golden hammer, the main body has not changed much, only the position of the hammer head has been flattened from the original two ends It has become a sudden high in the middle, and the sides are slippery like knives. It looks like a kind of war javelin many years ago.

Other than that, nothing else seemed to be different.

Galen stroked the rough hilt of the Fearless Greatsword in his hand, and turned his gaze back to the silent snow-covered fortress in the distance.

The sun was approaching mid-heaven, and a total of 4000 people from the coalition forces took up positions in front of the canyon of the decisive battle. Thirty-four thousand swords whined in the howling cold wind.

Everything is ready to go.

All the bettors have placed their bets before the final game, and are only waiting for the moment when the dice ring.

"The Cannon of Mercury." Jess kept aiming with one eye open and the other closed, and said unhurriedly in an almost rigid tone, "Hex Transform Metal The latest achievement combined with compressed energy weapons, my work." When he said the following sentence, Jess did not use his pride hidden in his bones under the gentleman's appearance as usual, his tone was flat, precise, and concise , without an iota of pretentious elegance.

That kind of purity gave him a different kind of flashy concentration than before, making him look like a real scientist for the first time.

"Hmm..." Galen responded noncommittally. Obviously, he was not too interested in the latest achievements of compressed energy weapons. After all, he was a pure soldier, and he was a ranger many years ago, so he believed in the weapon in his hand. The sword is more dependent on the so-called emerging magic technology, so he asked immediately, "Come on, what about Ezreal?"

From morning to now, other bettors have arrived, only Ezreal, who said last night that he wanted to give Galen what he wanted to see, has not appeared for a long time.

Jess' face darkened, he pursed his lips and did not speak, his eyes focused on the front more intently, as if he had completely entered the state.

The scene was suddenly a little awkward. Fortunately, Miss Caitlin, the other Mrs. Piltover who had been silent all this time, spoke up. She looked at the mountain barrier that was close at hand, and said with some hesitation: "He... went to the other side of the mountain. gone."

It could be heard that there was a lot of worry in her tone, and it was obvious that the Piltover policewoman who was holding Ezreal with all her heart was very worried.

This made the face of Jess, who was already a little pale, even more ugly. He snorted and grabbed the weapon in his hand even harder.

"You mean, he sneaked in?" Galen didn't pay attention to Jess's face, he was a little surprised, more surprised, this is really what he wants to see the most, it's a timely help.

"Well, he..." Caitlin wanted to say something more, but in the end she just shook her head and stopped talking.

"He..." Galen wanted to say something nonsense that Ezreal was so strong that he could kill a thousand people with one blow, and he would definitely be fine, but when he thought of that there were countless Noxus elites behind that fortress, even more so. With Swain in charge, and more unknown Noxus powerhouses lurking in the dark, no matter how strong Ezreal is, it will always be a disaster.

So he didn't say anything in the end.

Because it was too cruel, if one day, someone told Katerina to rest assured that Galen was brave and invincible, he would be fine, and that fierce woman would definitely blow his head off.

Thinking of this, Galen suddenly admired that dead, machine-like man. Even though he was an enemy who almost killed Katerina, he was able to make such a decisive choice in such a short period of time. Even Galen sighed to himself that he was indeed a respectable opponent.

"Then let's wait first?" Ashe kept pulling the bowstring of her big ice bow, so that the state of the bow and arrow could be at its best.

"Or is it that our great General Galen wants my people to die first?" Reluctantly still yawning, Sejuani shook her hand that was holding the chain hammer, and lifted the heavy cold iron chain hammer It hit the snow, and spoke first with infinite sarcasm.

"You think I don't dare?" Galen didn't show Sejuani any good looks. He didn't know what this unreasonable woman was planning, but she must be able to feel that she had begun to stop hiding her love for him. Killing intent.

"Someone has come out." Tryndamere interrupted the gunpowder-flavored confrontation between the two, and pointed the long knife in his hand at the head of the snow-covered fortress.

On the top of the city, the first thing that appeared was a large horn helmet. The material of the helmet was not the common iron in the world, but some privately mined iron ore. , is a model that only seeks shape but not good looks, and the pair of horns inlaid on the top of the big helmet are the real good stuff on the top of the real North Freljord Bull King, even if it is separated so far He vaguely felt the coldness of the cold light reflected by the pair of horns.

A classic Northland war helmet.

Under the battle helmet is a face, a face that shows tenacity and indomitableness from the forehead, muscles like stone, eyes that are so quiet that they seem to hide the sea, and a yellow beard that dances in the air like a flame .

A face that can be called a classic northerner.

"The Berserker of Lokfar..." Galen traveled all over the continent in the past, so he could naturally recognize the other party's identity from the horned helmet and the iconic beard, so when he said this, it was Look at Sejuani's.

Apparently it was an old ministry of hers.

"It's Olaf, the number one Olaf of Lokfa." Sejuani lowered the corner of her mouth that was still sarcasm, and a complicated light flashed in her eyes.

"Lokfa number one..." Galen didn't delve into the complexity in Sejuani's eyes, he was about to say something more.

On the top of the city, the wild man staring at the horned helmet suddenly jumped from the top of the city and jumped down.

Yes, he jumped down, so easily and freehand, he jumped down from the top of the wall that was as high as twenty yards.

"Boom—" The audience was silent, only the sound of the man who claimed to be the number one in the North Freljord landing.

He shook his head slightly, then slowly raised his head before the thousands of troops, without speaking, he just raised the two rough and hideous axes in his hands, pointing to the only piece of high ground outside the canyon. Len's head.

A provocative technique that can be called a classic northerner.

No one spoke, and everyone looked at him incredulously.

Jace was watching him too, in his scope.

When everyone stopped paying attention to the latest magic technology and was shocked by the brutality and power of the **, Jess quietly pulled the trigger.

Mercury's Cannon, fire.

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The first update, there must be a second update.

Although very sleepy.