let go of my anne

"Charge!!!" Under the city gate, Galen was the first to react, raised his sword and chopped down a guy who was still in a daze in front of him with his sword.

"Stop him!!!" Olaf didn't react too slowly. When he saw Galen charge, he picked up the ax on the ground and stopped him.

The others finally came to their senses under the battle cry of these two wild men, and each of them found the target they should kill.

Fight to the death again.

But above the sky, the confrontation is still going on.

The man like a god clings to the long sword of his dead friend, staring at the enemy he swore to kill.

His eyes were tyrannical, murderous, but with a kind of devilish indifference.

The darkness was fierce, and the entire pitch-black sky that was burning straight away produced a terrifying distortion.

"It's a perfect masterpiece." General Burnham seemed completely unaware of the murderous intent surging around, he sighed after looking at the sky beyond the gap for a long time.

I don't know whether he is sighing at the beauty of the night sky or Chen Senran's rage.

The wind is loud at high altitude.

Amidst the sound of the strong wind, some snow fell on General Burnham's shoulders.

White snow, black armor.

There is a strange beauty in the faint fire lights around.

General Burnham brushed the snow off his shoulders with his hand, glanced at the killing intent around him that had crushed the drifting snow into powder, and slowly stepped out towards the boundless snowy night beyond the gap. only feet.

This step was taken, but it did not fall.

General Burnham seemed to have stepped on some kind of ladder in the air, and took a second foot along the empty snowy night.

Chen Senran still didn't do anything, he stood high in the sky, watching General Burnham ascend to the sky step by step.

As if waiting for something.

General Burnham walked slowly in the air, took twelve steps like a stroll in a garden, and stood in front of Chen Senran.

The wind was louder.Blowing the flames in the gap, shining on the two people standing high in the sky, pulling them, and casting two peerless silhouettes towards the ground.

"The Emerald Dream, I remember this sword." General Burnham said slowly, looking at the long emerald sword in Chen Senran's hand. "Ten years ago, your teacher and I faced swords for the first time. At that time, he was as murderous as you, and he also used this sword. In that battle, I won the battle with a single sword. Ten years have passed. I really miss it."

Chen Senran didn't know if he understood.

He didn't answer, but slowly swiped the long sword called Emerald Dream to the side in his hand.

One of the oldest sword fighting rituals.

"Very well, you are indeed qualified to let me draw my sword now." General Burnham nodded.He put his hand on the hilt of the sword, "I hope you have the same demeanor as him, don't... disappoint me."

Chen Senran still didn't answer, but the emerald dream in his hand became brighter and brighter, and the emerald green light was twisted together with the black flames burning around him.

Like a storm that destroys the world.

The storm unfolded at once, engulfing the sporadic fire and night in an instant, and rolled towards General Burnham, who was holding the sword still.

General Burnham still didn't move, he still maintained the posture of drawing his sword.No panic, no fear.Slowly drew his sword in fear.

The sword was drawn an inch.

Before the storm completely shrouded.

One inch sword.

An inch of darkness.

An inch of darkness leaked out from the deep scabbard, forming a huge net in an instant.

All incoming storms were firmly blocked an inch in front of General Burnham.

General Burnham continued to draw his sword, taking his time.

The net opened unhurriedly, although the world-destroying emerald storm was violent, but it was strangled for life.

Even shrinking in the direction of Chen Senran inch by inch.

Chen Senran suddenly let out a low growl, bloodshot eyes appeared in his tyrannical eyes.The magic lines all over his body surged like an ocean.

Hei Yan made another three points.

The emerald-colored sword intent tore apart the silent, pitch-black net again, and counterattacked General Burnham an inch.

General Burnham remained motionless, the long sword in his hand was half drawn.

He glanced at the opposite Chen Senran who was burning himself like an evil ghost in the dark night, nodded slightly, and said: "The demeanor is not weak in the past. It is enough to be taught by my sword."

As soon as the word "enlightenment" fell, General Burnham stopped drawing his sword slowly, and his men suddenly stood up, and the remaining half of the sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

All of a sudden, the darkness surged violently, and the darkness that was originally just strands of darkness rushed towards Chen Senran overwhelmingly.

Those emerald sword intents that were still so fierce a moment ago were directly torn into pieces, and Chen Senran was engulfed by the darkness that seemed to represent the entire world in an instant.

There is no longer any trace of murderous tyranny.

The wind continued to blow, and the fire shone obliquely.

General Burnham sighed high above the sky, and slowly put the sword back into its scabbard.

But just when he inserted the sword halfway back, he suddenly stopped.

He slowly looked at the place where Chen Senran was standing.

Chen Senran, who should have been torn into pieces by the endless darkness, was still alive.

The darkness that besieged him surrounded him, and he didn't make it to the last step.

They surrounded him.

At this moment, in the dark snowy night, it is strangely jumping regularly with unknown things.

Like an extremely treacherous heart.

Or rather - cocoons.

Black Cocoon.

A cocoon that does not know what will be born.

General Burnham put the sword back into its sheath, and stood still holding the sword, looking at the cocoon.

Not moving.

He didn't mean to chop it up to see what's inside, but he wanted to see what would hatch out in the end.

The wind is still loud.

In the raging wind, the sound of blood splashing at the gate of the city was still as pleasant as the sound of the wind.

With Ezreal's defection and Olaf's joining, the Winter's Claw troops, which were already on the verge of collapse, immediately fought back.

Coupled with the defection of the Snow Mountain Alliance fighters among the coalition forces, the assault force led by Galen was seriously out of touch with the follow-up troops.

For a moment, the coalition forces fell into a huge crisis, and Galen and Tryndamere, who took the lead in the charge, were almost surrounded and isolated several times.

"Actually, you don't have to frown. After this battle, the entire Freljord is mine." Sejuani glanced at the battle situation not far away, then at the taciturn big chip in front of her, and said with a smile, "We It’s a common adversity, when the time comes, I can form an alliance with you, Piltover, and then, you and Ezreal will never be separated.”

Caitlin didn't speak, she just stared at the hard and indifferent steel figure not far away in a silent daze.

And in a place where everyone can't see, a pair of scarlet eyes stared at everyone's back in the darkness and disappeared. (To be continued..)