let go of my anne

No one could stop Tryndamere anymore.

Nobody can.

Everyone was desperately running away, desperately squeezing towards the deepest part of the crowd, no one had any fighting spirit anymore, no one dared to take up a sword to face the man who seemed to be carrying the sword of the whole world on his back.

The rain of knives just like divine punishment had frightened them out of their wits, and they only hoped to die later.

At least later than others.

The golden light No. 18 lights up in vain.

The ear-piercing sonic boom came to dominate the earth together with the golden light in the next moment.

But it didn't help, the massive attack could not even stop Tryndamere's breath apart from temporarily losing all sight and hearing for everyone.

"Srustling—" The sound of stepping on the snow was still tenacious, echoing in the entire world that should be dead without stopping.

Tryndamere, he walked in the golden light, like the unstoppable heavenly father in mythology.

He represents the will of God.

God said, you are going to die.

Therefore, facing the light and snow that had not dissipated yet again, the rough broadsword cut off the slowest Noxians, and nailed their headless corpses to the cold snow without mercy. on the ground.

It was so fast that there was no room for negotiation, and it was so ruthless that only the sound of the wind could hear the sudden splash of blood in the first place.

"Clang—" the long knife plunged into the snow.

And the Noxians' retreat has come to an end, their gates, closed gates.

There are no gates open.

The soldiers who had nowhere to escape started beating the frost-white city gate made of unknown material like crazy.

"Boom—" once.

not open.

"Bang -" the second time.

Still not open.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang—" I don't know how many times.

The city gate still stood tall, hard and indifferent, just like Noxus's usual nature.

They were abandoned.

Unsurprising answer.

"Qiang—" Another long knife sank into the thick snow.

Like some kind of final word on the end result.

The Noxians are finally broken, not routed.

It was a complete, complete, double collapse of spirit and body.

Except for a very small number of people who were still pounding on the city gate meaninglessly, more people had already stopped fleeing. They knelt down and kowtowed frantically at Tryndamere and the long knife that filled the sky. Shouting for mercy.

spare my life.

Forgive me! ! !

"Forgive me..." Tryndamere looked at the weak men who had lost all their minions and were not even considered sheep, and laughed softly.

He took a step forward, and the long knives above his head stopped falling.

He stopped, and finally, after driving a pack of hungry wolves into sheep, he stopped moving forward.

He stood in front of them, not killing anymore, even though the nearest guy was even close to touching his ankle.

He didn't look at them any more, like a lion doesn't care about the ants under his feet.

He raised his head and looked at Swain on the top of the city. He could already vaguely see the eye symbolizing wisdom on his shoulder.

"Hey, the famous Swain, the wisest man in Noxus, look, look at your soldiers, look at them." Maybe it was to get revenge on Swain who tried his best to calculate himself before, TEDA Mir pointed at the countless cowards kneeling in front of him with the long knife in his hand, and said in a mocking tone, "Are they really your Noxus tigers and wolves? They are begging me for mercy, begging for mercy, haha Hahahaha, in our barbarians, three-year-olds know that soldiers need to die." He almost roared out the last sentence.

The strong wind howled, none of the begging people on the ground refuted, their faces were numb, and they only wanted to live.

And Swain, the most intelligent person in Noxus, didn't speak either. He looked at the countless people who were afraid of death in the city, as indifferently as a statue.

"But, well, although they are really a bunch of scum, they are also your Noxus people after all, do you really plan to just watch them die?" Just gave up the provocation, he needs a wonderful defection, "Why don't you open the door?"

Why don't you open the door?

As soon as this sentence fell, all the originally insensitive soldiers looked at the top of the city with their last bit of hope.

I hope Swain can find out with a conscience.

But presumably Swain had no such thing as a conscience.

Or rather, Noxus does not.

Swain still didn't answer, he looked at Tryndamere, and the two steel arms beside him once again emitted a golden glare.

No.19 dazzling.

No.19 times to block out the sun.

Golden light No.19 devours everything.

Devouring Tryndamere, and those Noxians around him.

The light dissipates.

Tryndamere was still standing there intact, his body was still bleeding, and his head was still full of knives.

On the contrary, those around him, those guys who were too close, were all blasted into powder.

Dead without a corpse.

"Open the door." Tryndamere put down the knife and plunged the long knife into the deep snow.

open the door...

All the Noxians lowered their heads and moved a little away from Tryndamere. They had completely given up. The blow just now fully demonstrated Swain's determination.

Some people wept softly, and more people began to be in a daze, not knowing what they were thinking.

A crow landed on the corpses all over the ground, tasted the frozen fresh flesh and then flew up again, heading towards Swain.

It finally landed on Swain's shoulder, and Swain straightened its feathers that were somewhat deformed due to flying in the cold wind, and finally pulled a cold smile from the corner of his mouth.

Open the door?

Then open the door.

"Kaca—" a stone door opened at his feet.

He turned and stepped down without looking back.

Goodbye for good.

"Great king of the barbarians, don't kill me, I am willing to serve you loyally, I just ask you to spare my life." Seeing that the highest commander really left without looking back, someone finally started to turn against him.

"And me, me."

"I, I am willing to give my life for you."

If one person takes the first step, naturally more people are willing to betray their motherland first.

how about it?

Tryndamere didn't answer, he just turned around in front of everyone, looked at the mouth of the canyon where Galen should be standing, and spoke silently.

Leave your entire back to endless enemies.

Although the whole situation is changing according to his own will, after all, Galen is the commander-in-chief today, and this face is always given.

Galen looked at the man standing in the distance between endless swords and endless kneeling people who looked like an emperor being crowned, for a long time.

Finally, he shook his head.

No prisoners.

"I am willing to serve you, my general." Tryndamere tilted his head, smiled, and raised the long knife in his hand again.

In an instant, the wind roared.

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Come on, let me see your sincerity.

I will finish the second volume in the shortest possible time, and you guys, don't let me down.