let go of my anne

"It's about time." Old Du rubbed his smooth jade fingers, and glanced at Delxiu who was beside him.

Under the snowless sky, the Noxian camp was already visible. The swords in the hands of the soldiers standing on the high towers reflected light in the Freljord's rare sunshine, which even dazzled Delcher. His eyes hurt a little.

He nodded, turned and looked behind him.

Behind him, 78 Demacian stormtroopers in Noxus scout uniforms stood silently.

"Have you remembered everything clearly?" Del Xiu's eyes scanned every detail of them inch by inch, trying to find some big flaws.

78 people neatly cut their throats with one palm, the most standard Noxus military salute.

This is Lao Du's plan, let his own people disguised as Noxus scouts sneak into the enemy's interior first, and wait for the opportunity to cooperate with the outside. It is a simple but deadly plan.

Because Old Du... was someone who had been close to the soul of the Noxus army.

On the way, he told these 78 people all the most important things about the Noxus scouts. As long as they remembered those most important things, then, even the almost demonic Burnham of Noxus Even if the general came in person, he would never be able to tell the difference.

Thinking of the last sentence of Old Du's words, Del Xiu's eyes that had been cold for many years felt a little warmer, his eyes glanced at faces that were either young or vicissitudes, many of them had fought side by side with him for many years , many people still have the childishness and the taste of sunshine on the west coast of Demacia, many of them will survive and many of them will die.

War always kills people, and Delxiu is definitely not the kind of person who can't see death, but today, here, under the rare sunshine in the Freljord, he suddenly remembered the first time he went to the battlefield at the age of 15, and rushed to The sun is so good when the swords are roaring.

So instead of chanting Long Live Demacia, he said, "Take care." He hoped that this time, maybe some people would die because of Lao Du, so that many people could go home and see his girl.

The 78 people silently returned the highest Demacia chest-beating military salute, and the 78 fists pounded heavily on their breastplates, making a deep sound.

The sun was setting quietly to the west.

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With the help of the surrounding Demacians, Tryndamere struggled to pull his body out of the deep snow layer. While patting the snow on his body, he vomited the snowflakes in his mouth and shouted: " |It's fucking bad luck, where is that bastard named Jess, I'm going to cut off his head."

"You mean Jess?" Galen frowned again, but his physical strength was so exhausted that he couldn't help coughing violently.

"Yeah, that's the damn guy. If his bird-feathered Mercury cannon hadn't exploded suddenly, I would have been buried in the snow. Fortunately, I have thick skin and thick flesh..." Tryndamere was a little nervous after being blown up. It's still very wordy, talking to himself non-stop, "I don't know what happened to Ashe and the others..."

"The Cannon of Mercury..." Galen suppressed his cough, and said the name once, his eyelids twitched. He really didn't expect that the Cannon of Mercury was the problem.

Unexpectedly, the big killer that was originally used to control the enemy almost ruined his own big event. Jess really failed to achieve success and failed failure.

Galen's heart was on fire, and he couldn't help but started coughing again.

"Are you alright?" Tryndamere finally noticed Galen's injury. Even though he stood a little far away, he was overwhelmed by Olaf's blow. It is conceivable that Galen, who was facing Olaf, was hard-pressed. How stressful.

"It's okay." After all, Galen was not an ordinary person, and quickly suppressed his emotions, but the hand holding the big sword trembled slightly, revealing his incomparable weakness, "Can you still fight?"

"Okay." Tryndamere is not an idiot. Although he has been cursing indiscriminately just now, he has already seen the whole situation in his eyes. He didn't say much about Galen's mixing his own people into the resistance army. Say a word.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Galen's hands trembled more and more, and he coughed uncontrollably again, "I'll find Ashe and the others..."

"Then what if Olaf..." Tryndamere's reaction was quick. When he saw Galen, he thought of that barbarian like Thor. "I'm afraid you can't do it..." But he didn't mention Jace , although he was clamoring to kill him last moment, but he knew the pros and cons of it, and believed that Galen would give him an explanation.

"I can't control that much. If we can't stabilize the front, it's all over." Hearing Tryndamere say this, Galen not only changed his view of Tryndamere, but also began to feel that the barbarian man in front of him could gain a foothold on this snowfield. , definitely not only relying on his bravery and invincibility in chasing three thousand Noxians alone, but also a wise heart.

"Don't die." Tryndamere laughed, and pulled out a vicious long knife from the deep snow, dragging it all the way, pulling up a cloud of snow mist.

He yelled at the crowd that was fighting and crowded: "Now, they can die."

Such provocative and crazy words suddenly made the situation that had already fallen into a deadly battle boil again.

Those warriors belonging to the barbarian clan roared like chicken blood when they heard their king's voice.Originally, some people who were in the back were desperate to squeeze the crowd to the front line, and some even threw the big knife in their hands directly.

Tryndamere's laughter became louder. He hammered the muscles in his chest fiercely, and danced the big knife in his hand, "This will be a massacre."

The originally ferocious Noxians were stunned by the madness of the coalition forces. The speed of their arms wielding their long knives slowed down, and their pace hesitated. There is very little left of the hostile flames that have been dissipated.

And they hadn't even rushed a yard beyond the mouth of the canyon.

The dead bodies had already piled up on the ground, and more were the flesh and blood that had been crushed in countless collisions. The flesh and blood seeped into the snow. The red blood and white snow were bright and hideous.

The charge was still going on, the Demacians' shield formation had already been shattered by countless rounds of impact, and the first wave of people pushed forward, and behind them, the laughter of Tryndamere was already very close.

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