let go of my anne

"Tearing——" Jianfeng tore the night with an unstoppable gesture, tore through the shadowy flames, and finally tore the throat.

The blood erupted at a speed slowed down by time, after the knife-shooter took two full steps, along with the corpses that fell heavily onto the snow.

The dark night is outlined with a lonely arc.

Del Xiu held the knife with the last drop of blood still sticking to the blade without stopping, and rushed towards the next one hiding in the darkness. He thought he was hiding well, but his constant panting exposed the stupidity of his position. Noxian soldiers.

This is the camp of Noxus, the middle part of the old city, after the Demacian soldiers who secretly sneaked in according to Lao Du's method 10 minutes ago completely opened up the outer passage, they waited outside in the snow All afternoon, more than 600 of Demacia's strongest elites began the massacre in the dark like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.

Old Du walked behind Delxiu with his hands behind his back. He never made a move, but walked with treacherous steps like a ghost, silently avoiding all killing and blood, and just moved forward.

"What should we do now?" After Delxiu cut off an unknown number of heads, he finally stopped, and there was no one to kill in his sight.

More killing intent and roars are still far away.

For the time being, it seems that there is no direction to attack.

"Go there, don't stay, everything should end there." Lao Du passed Delxiu's mighty and majestic body without stopping.

His finger was raised slightly, and in the flickering firelight, he pointed directly at the monster-like fortress in the dark night.

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Galen led the charge all the way across the high mountain made of corpses.The open city gate is already visible in the distance.

But there has never been any attack rushing towards them.

The pair of mechanical arms that had caused Tryndamere a lot of trouble in the afternoon, now seemed to be dead and silent on the city of night.Like two cannon beasts that have been weathered by time.

"It's a bit strange." Tryndamere stood at the highest point of the mountain of corpses, leaning on a knife, and frowned slightly as he looked at the high city.

It doesn't make sense.

Faced with such an attack that can be completely blocked.The cripple who was known for his wisdom and cruelty didn't respond in any way.

He was like that silent fortress, sitting in a dark and unknown corner, watching helplessly as a huge army was about to enter his incomparably important hinterland.

"I also find it a bit strange." Galen picked up a corpse blocking the way, his body still hadn't recovered from the shocking battle in the afternoon.

but……

"However, there is no way out." He panted and raised his sword, which was buzzing in the howling wind again, "This battle..."

"There is no retreat!!!"

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"Meet the storm."

The violent chain lightning kept jumping in the dark night amidst the roaring sound, tearing apart one living body after another, and finally returned to a pair of pupils full of savagery.

The eyes of a bear.

Volibear's eyes.

Volibear licked his blood-stained paws.Carefully pulling every trace of flesh and blood from the claws little by little, and then rolled it into his mouth, chewing slowly, not letting a trace of blood seep out.

He did it slowly, gracefully, without any sense of blood.

And the barbarian warrior next to him from Winter's Claw, who only has rabbits and a full stomach in his mind, is another extreme.

He frantically waved the rough long knife in his hand, not letting go of any living creature that appeared in front of his eyes.

Even later, some people were hacked to death by him.He also tirelessly whipped the corpse over and over again with the knife in his hand, yelling loudly in his mouth: "Jolly, jolly, just to kill your son-of-a-bitch Noxian dogs, to annex our great Winter's Claw. Just dream, hahahahaha..."

"Almost." Volibear stopped, frowning.

"Fine." Winter's Claw's... well, let's just call him Mr. Rabbit.Mr. Rabbit provoked the poor Noxus man who had turned into meat paste, and stood up.

He held the knife and looked towards the war hell around him for a long time in the dark night.He asked, "Where are we going now?"

"Go to the city gate." Volibear's voice was sober, without a trace of fanaticism.Intent clearly pointed to the blazing gate not far away, "As long as we occupy the gate, we will win half of the victory today."

His eyes are always around Thunder, and his mind is always turning with clear thoughts far beyond ordinary people.

This bear is really an amazing bear.

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"Crack——" The brand-new black rock wood door covered in frost made a small sound, and was pushed open to the maximum extent.

"You are here." The general sitting at the end of the huge unlit room made a calm and loud voice from his armor completely covered in frost, enough to fill every corner.

There was no surprise in his voice, and there seemed to be a smile.

Expect a surprise smile.

"Here I am." The man whose arms had been completely eroded by the magic pattern slowly walked into the frosty room, and sat on the chair that was sat by another terrible woman a few magic hours ago.

Chen Senran is here.

Although his heart was going crazy and his whole body was about to burn, his voice at this moment was calm and without a trace of trembling.

"If I'm not wrong, you should be the flame of hope that has troubled me for a long time, Master Yi's second disciple, Chen Senran." The man in the armor still supported his head, using his image to influence the whole world The voice sighed and said, "I didn't expect it to be you, it really surprised me."

Although he was saying unexpected words, there was not much unexpected meaning in the words.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the supreme ruler of Noxus, the man who killed my teacher, the legendary immortal who lived for hundreds of years, General Burnham Darkwill. "Chen Senran responded without hesitation.

At this moment, facing the man he had sworn to kill, he did not draw his sword but quietly recited the other man's life.

It was like saying a solemn prayer of war.

"It's an ancient tradition to recite each other's wisdom before the duel." General Burnham said this, but didn't move. "Someone asked me to stop you."

"I know, I can feel the breath of her staying here."

"Very good." The general who missed the ancient tradition sighed and smiled, "Chen Senran, you are a fearless and brave man, just like your teacher, I will let you die like him...great."

The last big character fell, and the frost in the whole room suddenly began to melt. (To be continued..)