let go of my anne

When the sun is completely westward.

Ezreal finally descended to the final position of the barrier.

It was less than ten yards from the ground.

At most, the distance is half a magic hour.

The nearby Ezreal can already hear the friction between the black robes of the patrolling Noxus not far away and the whistling wind and snow through his own hex sound collector that is used instead of ears. sound.

Be sure to get there before dark.

Then, just wait, wait for dark.

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When the sun is completely westward.

inside the fort.

In a room with only one light on.

Two deadpan men.

"5000 people, all wiped out." The expressionless soldier stood in front of the dimly lit oil lamp, reporting the latest battle report almost mechanically.

"En." Swain, who was expressionless, stroked the crow on his shoulder, which was almost blending with the darkness in the faint oil lamp, and just gave a hum.

The demise of a total of 5000 people, which accounted for nearly half of the Noxus garrison, did not cause any fluctuations in this commander who had always been known for his treachery and cruelty.

He was even interested in taking out a worm from his pocket, and feeding it to the crow carefully and slowly.

He fed it for a long time, little by little, until the crow swallowed the whole worm, then raised his head to look at the motionless soldier standing in the darkness like a mechanical creature, and said, "Where is the general? "

"The general is in the conference room and hasn't come out yet." The soldier paused, and then said, "Not until something happened inside, it was suddenly very cold."

"Oh." This time, Swain finally expressed something, he nodded, and then waved his hand to signal the soldier to go out.

The soldier turned around and went out without any hesitation, moving swiftly and decisively like the best machine.

The door was opened and closed, and in the room where there was no one person, the originally scattered lights were more concentrated, shining on Swain, pulling his entire thin and mutilated body into a lonely long shadow.

He looked at the oil lamp, and suddenly laughed, not exaggerated, silent, or even obvious.

His smile was only in his eyes, kind of inexplicable.

When he was laughing, the crow on his shoulder suddenly called out.

"Ah-"

The oil lamp suddenly went out.

There was only darkness left in the room.

There are also some unknown secrets.

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When the sun is completely westward.

In the Noxus camp.

In a narrow alley surrounded by two tall, rough and ancient buildings.

The afterglow of the last warm sun, rarely seen in the Freljord, leaked in through the gap, illuminating a small corner.

and half a person.

Half Chen Senran.

The long-lost Chen Senran.

The dusty Chen Senran.

Chen Senran couldn't remember how he got here, he just remembered that he smelled that smell, which belonged to that horrible and hateful smell of a woman who took away little Annie...

"Uh..." Chen Senran suddenly felt a tearing pain in his head. Something extremely aggressive was running around in his mind. For other things, he felt that his body was sinking just like his head. Even when he raised his hand now, he could see twisted and meaningless magic lines flowing and writhing like blood.

What is it?

unimportant.

The process doesn't matter.

Living is not important.

Death doesn't matter either.

Nothing matters.

The result is what matters.

As long as little Annie can be rescued...

"Evelyn, I know you're here." Although Chen Senran was about to be paralyzed, fortunately he could still remember his hole card.

Fortunately, he can still know that he will definitely die if he rushes out rashly now, he needs to wait first.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the last afterglow was slowly slanting and weakening.

The entire gloomy alley seemed even more dead because of Chen Senran's silence.

"Okay." After waiting in silence for a long time, a sigh finally interrupted it.

A purple-skinned figure walked out of the darkness when the sun was about to die, and walked into the dim light.

"What do you want from me?" Evelyn's purple face was a little pale in the faint sunlight, "Let's just say it first, I won't make a move, definitely not."

"I know." Chen Senran was not angry because Evelyn refused when she opened her mouth, he looked at Evelyn with his bloodshot eyes flickering black, "I just need you... At the critical moment, take Anne away."

"Okay." Evelyn agreed after being silent for a while.

"Your body..." She looked at Chen Sen for a while, and finally said this sentence.

"I'm fine." Chen Senran shook his head, not letting her continue.

"Okay." Evelyn suddenly laughed, turned her head and started walking towards the shadow, "But don't die, otherwise..."

Her person stopped suddenly, and she stayed at the junction of light and shadow for a long time, "Actually...you don't know where he is, do you?"

She turned her back, and couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad in her tone.

Chen Senran was silent for a long time.

"do not know."

"Thank you." Evelyn nodded and sank into the darkness.

Outside, the footsteps of patrolling people gradually became clear.

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Outside, outside the alley.

The two teams of patrolling troops finally met together again when the sun was completely westward.

"They're all dead." The Winter's Claw warrior in rough armor lowered his voice and glanced in the direction of the fortress which was a little far away.

"This is good news." Volibear, the Ursine warrior with lightning in his eyes, said this, but there was no smile on that fully human bear face. On the contrary, his words were full of unfathomable suspicion.

"What?" Although the warrior of Winter's Claw didn't have enough brains, he could still hear Volibear's obvious concerns.

"I don't know, but... I always feel, it's very strange, Swain..." Volibear also glanced at the direction of the fort, and whispered the last few words, "Are you really so stupid?"

"Duo Luo—" The next moment, footsteps sounded from the corner not far away.

Volibear and the Winter's Claw warriors brushed past each other quickly.

The sun in the sky sank faster, and it was getting dark.

In the entire Noxus camp, where it was getting dark, 78 people dressed as scouts shuttled silently.

And in the snow not far from the Noxus camp, five hundred and fifteen Demacians and their commanders were quietly crawling, waiting for the last light to pass away.

Darkness, night.

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Ask for a reward, sincerely.