let go of my anne

Darkness invades.

General Burnham charged forward with sword in hand.

A sword has arrived in front of Lissandra.

He no longer drew his sword slowly like performing noble sword skills before.

Every sword of his is as fast as lightning, and every sword is so powerful that it splits the void.

Each sword carried darkness, piercing Lissandra's life.

The sword of murder.

Lissandra was not slow.

In other words, Lissandra's frost reactions were not slow.

Those frosts that seemed to surge out of her skin, wrapped her layer by layer, guarding her, as if they had spirituality, and could reach the sword accurately before each of Burnham's sword strikes out of position.

Burnham's black sword can tear the void, but it can't break Lissandra's frost.

Lissandra just hugged little Annie and floated on the spot without any harm.

"Burnham, get out of the way." Lissandra still didn't shoot General Burnham, "I don't want to kill you here, and you don't deserve to die here. We should meet on a bigger battlefield."

"Zheng——" General Burnham didn't answer, he just waved his sword.

His sword quickly made a sword cry.

In the long sound of the sword, General Burnham gathered up the overflowing darkness.

He raised his sword again and whispered: "Annihilation."

annihilation.

Annihilation sword out.

Cut back time.

Burnham turned into a jet of black streamer again, facing the frost that had not yet closed in the sky, and pierced Lissandra's eyebrow with a sword.

Lissandra didn't react, she didn't have time to do anything else at all.

When she was able to reflect, she didn't try to stop, and there was no fear in her eyes, she just let out a long sigh.

Long sigh.

When the sighs are exhausted.The sword that cut back time also stopped.

It stopped three inches in front of Lissandra's forehead.

Burnham's sword ultimately failed to kill Lissandra.

He seemed to have... exhausted all his strength.

A layer of frost spread over from all around, covered his pitch-black armor, wrapped his whole body, and completely froze him.

It also froze the crumbling pitch-black sword in his hand.

Sword of Pride.

Lissandra saved the last of Burnham's pride.

She put away the frost that covered the sky, and started to walk towards the man like a demon.

She didn't walk fast, just took a slow step.

But that's where the step fell.In the next moment, her whole body appeared beside that man like a demon.

Lissandra crouched down.

She didn't rush to enjoy the delicious meal in front of her, but like admiring a work of art, she stroked those bloody golem marks that had not completely dissipated, just like feeling the surging powerful black flames on his body before. Generally, eyes are closed.

"Satisfactory." Lissandra sighed in admiration and put away her hand, she stretched her hand to her arms, the girl's face.

She wiped away little Annie's tears, silent tears.

"Don't cry." Lissandra shook her head, comforting her with a motherly tone, and extended her hand to the man's body again.

his forehead.

"Soon. You can be with him..." She put a finger on the man's forehead, "Together forever."

A cold light flooded into the man's brow.

"Woo——" the girl finally cried out, breaking through the previous confinement that didn't know where it existed before, she opened her mouth, crying, "Xiao Sensen..."

Komori.

Komori...

Komori! ! !

"Teng—" Chen Senran opened his eyes.

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A lean horse went straight up the mountain of corpses and ran to Galen's side.

It rubbed Galen's body and greeted him affectionately.

"Xiaobai. Why is it you?" Galen put down his sword and leaned on it.He stroked the horse's head.

This was a horse born with dystocia. It was weak and weak when it was young. Galen cared about its mother and raised it, but he did not expect that it would grow into a rare and fine horse.

In the past two years, Galen rode it to fight in the battlefield, and it was also the first time he rode it to gallop with Katarina in the endless wilderness.To pick a rare wildflower.

Katarina called him White, so Galen called him the same.

"Xiaobai." Galen said in a low voice, and suddenly laughed.

Tonight was in chaos, but it could come to me at this time.

Is it fate?

That's fine too.

have a companion.

But, that woman...

If both himself and Xiaobai are dead.How sad she must be.

"Xilulu—" Xiaobai hissed, tugged at the corner of Galen's clothes, and signaled him to get on the horse.

Galen turned over and climbed up involuntarily.

"My lord..." the adjutant next to Swain spoke again, he really wanted the archers behind him to shoot their arrows.

In this way, the man who had terrified Noxus for so many years could die completely before his eyes.

"En..." Swain finally nodded this time.

But only ordered half.

Because a sharp claw was on his throat, he had to raise his head too high.

"Let him go." Rengar came to Swain's side at some point, and he easily pressed Swain's neck, telling him the latest news he received.

"Let him go." Swain didn't object, he was already sure that Galen would definitely die in this state.

Although dying in front of him is a safe result, it is also a good choice to let him ride away on a horse and die in an unknown place.

Just like those legends of past history.

In his last battle, the skilled general fought thousands of troops alone, and finally disappeared into the sky with one horse and one horse.

Galen was worthy enough of such an honor.

Because Swain suddenly admired him a little bit.

Swain seldom convinced anyone in his life. If he had to name one person he convinced, it would be General Burnham.

But now, Galen can count as the top half.

For his invincible posture.

Galen wobbled on the horse, his sanity was a little blurry, he only had time to draw his fearless sword and began to ride out on the horse.

No one stopped him, and Swain had already ordered him to go.

All the Noxian assassins who were going to kill him made way for him and watched him go quietly.

It's like watching a hero go away.

A legend is born.

Galen could no longer feel the pain, and he rode his horse numbly through the night, not knowing where to go.

He didn't know where he was going, maybe the horizon.

He patted the horse under him, and accidentally touched a jug of wine that he hung on the horse, which he had never had time to drink before.

He picked up the wine, drank it, and sang a song.

A song, a song that has been circulating in Demacia for many years:

"My dear girl, I will ride my horse, I will win merit, and I will marry you next year.

My dear girl, there are ten thousand hectares in the blue sea, and I miss you in ten thousand hectares.

My dear girl, if the leaves turn yellow in the coming year, I have not returned to your side.

Please don't worry, I'm on my way home, I'm running in the sunset.

I love you, I love you.

My dearest girl. "

I am going home. (to be continued..)