let go of my anne

In the absolute darkness, there is only one knife shining an absolutely impossible light.

Beauty under the moon.

In the hands of Lao Du, he insisted on the last difference.

"When you left, you shouldn't come back." Sitting in the eternal darkness, General Burnham said sincerely, like a really good boss facing a subordinate who hadn't seen him for a long time.

"I know." Old Du clenched his knife tightly.

He knew it, but he came anyway.

"For what? Revenge?" General Burnham asked in a curious tone, not murderous, but unattainable for no reason in the dark, "but you have tried it once."

"I can try again." Old Du took a deep breath.

And Delxiu, who was directly ignored standing beside him, was also ready to do his best.

"You are still as brave and fearless as before." General Burnham admired, as if laughing in the dark, "To commemorate that we once fought side by side, this time, can I leave your whole body?"

"No need." Old Du said.

The next moment, the knife light rose from the darkness.

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Strong winds returned.

See the king's roaring has died down.

The atmosphere at the gate of the city, where the flames of war were scattered, was as solemn as thousands of long arrows on a bow, and the strings were so taut that they were about to burst.

No one spoke anymore, eyes met eyes in the night, fiercely met fiercely.

wringing.

The collision sound of the imposing confrontation seemed to be heard in the air.

Just shy of Mars.

The entire battlefield can be quickly ignited by a prairie fire.

Everyone is waiting for the ignition, holding their breath and holding their swords tightly.Dare not go beyond one step.

I dare not move a step.

This step is too important, this step...

"Kara—" Someone finally sent it.

Ezreal.

He completely ignored the whole scene that was so solemn that the space was about to be distorted.He stepped on a thick piece of snow casually, and raised his right hand, which had become a cannon muzzle.At Volibear, launch.

"Ling—" The light blue arcane energy resonated with the air, making a crisp wind chime-like sound.

In the sound of the wind chimes, everyone subconsciously charged forward.

"Crack——" the arcane energy impacted on Volibear's sharp and strong claws, and was crushed by the still lingering thunder.

"Crackling—" Thunder still roared.

"Pa-ta--" the first person rushed out with one foot.

"Pa-la--" sounded like a horn that reverberated throughout the space.

Everyone surged out of the darkness.

A single spark started a prairie fire.

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"Boom—" The vast snow-capped mountains suddenly exploded from the night.

A pair of extremely sharp claws rushed out from the debris and dust, tearing apart the howling wind.

In the endless night, a pair of fierce and burning eyes were revealed.

Relgar.

Under the guidance of those voices in his head, he involuntarily and completely unstoppably climbed over an unknown number of mountains.Mercedes-Benz has traveled a long way and came here.

Here.

where?

Raelgar, who had gone through an incomparably long journey, was not tired at all, he only had anger at his own powerlessness and disgust at the inexplicable nerves in his brain that tormented him.

flame?

people?

Damn weak humanity.

Raelgar squinted his eyes and looked at the place not far away where the flames of war were burning in the dark night, and snorted a cloud of strong white air from his nose.

He still has to go, keep going, to the place where there are many people.

His brain kept reminding him of this.

Raelgar was also lazily resisting. After struggling all the way, he successfully injured his face and almost took his head off his neck.

This is really not a choice.

It's better to keep walking according to the idea in your head.Maybe I can still meet that damned guy who dared to control himself.

When the time comes, just take off that guy's head.

Of course, the premise is that you don't let yourself die.

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inside the fort.

Outside the closed gate.

A group of Demacian stormtroopers holding long swords formed a circle and firmly guarded Chen Senran who was bombarded into the wall.

No one moved.Even if the life and death of their leader was uncertain in the darkness just across the door, none of them showed the slightest intention to step forward and lean against the door to find out.

Discipline is discipline.Since the order was to protect Chen Senran, Chen Senran must not be allowed to make the slightest mistake.

A Demacian stormtrooper who was a military doctor stood next to Chen Senran, whose injuries were unknown.He stretched out his hands and tried to pull Chen Senran out of the force for treatment.

But he just touched Chen Senran's snake-like arm with magic patterns.It shrank back like an electric shock.

A large piece of his hand was burned, and the unknown high temperature flowed from Chen Senran's arm, breaking a large piece of his tough skin.

A strong burnt smell immediately permeated the air.

For some reason, Chen Senran's body was extremely hot.

But he didn't give up. He glanced at a fellow robe opposite him, tore off a piece of cloth from his battle robe, and motioned him to do it together.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice——

"A rustling--"

Like some grass animal crawling.

Suddenly there was a strong chill in the air, and a strong chill rushed over his vest.

what happened?

He glanced at the fellow in the opposite robe and wanted to ask, but found that the armor of the other party was covered with a thick layer of frost at some point.

Not right.

He knew something was wrong.

But it was too late.

Because the tide-like ice froze his whole body before he could speak.

The entire corridor with low flames was instantly frozen by frost.

Not even the burning flame.

A woman with frost flowing through every inch of her body came from the end of the corridor. She hugged a delicate girl with a smile on her face.

Not flattering, not enchanting.

Lissandra.

Lissandra walked slowly past those people who were frozen into frost before they even clenched their sword hilts, and came in front of Chen Senran.

The entire corridor, perhaps where Chen Senran was, was not frozen.

A powerful heat surrounded Chen Senran's body, melting away all the frost that wanted to corrode him.

Lissandra looked at the hot Chen Senran with satisfaction, and slowly approached him, took a deep breath and said, "What an intoxicating taste."

Taste of ripe fruit.

Lissandra smiled and put a hand on Chen Senran's, it didn't burn or freeze.

Only the endless magic lines are twisting crazily.

Like doing a dying struggle. (to be continued..)