let go of my anne

The Zhanzheng Academy has long since run out of soldiers.

There are no soldiers to defend.

So when the mighty eastern border coalition forces appeared on the horizon like an ancient beast.

No one came out to meet the enemy at all.

Not a single person appeared on the wall that once claimed to be indestructible.

The city gates are closed.

The moat is as quiet as death.

Not even a single person still loyal to the council.

In the public security station in the city, the only remaining city guards have long been hiding in some corner.

Those who could escape, all escaped.

At such a time, no one is willing to make even a little sacrifice for this city, for the top forces on the continent, the League of Legends, and the Supreme Council of Justice.

From peak to peak, but only a few months.

Think about it, it's really sad.

However, this is also the cruelty of the real world.

"Just run over like this?" Drizzt was riding on the horse, looking at the Zhanzheng College, which was almost close at hand, and he didn't know if he was talking to himself or asking.

"En..." Chen Senran nodded, then shook his head again.

After a while, he raised his hand, signaling the army to press forward.

As a result, all the monsters in the eastern border silently moved towards Zhanzheng College.

There is no need to worry about ambushes, or other traps.

There will be no more.

Just like the fireworks in the flourishing age, now there is only endless darkness after the fireworks in Zhanzheng College.

Very smoothly, it advanced under the city gate.

The drawbridge is lowered.

Chen Senran slowly drove his horse to the bridge, he stood on his horse and raised his head.

Looking at the hanging city head.

I don't know what I'm looking at.

But someone else knew what he was looking at.

Not so long ago, here, a lame man was hanged before the crowd.

when he died.is smiling.

Swain, the country is about to fall, do you dare to accept it.

Today, I'm here to give you the answer.

Your country is still here.

Chen Senran stared at it for a long time, as if he was performing some kind of solemn memorial ceremony.

after a long time.He lowered his head, drove his horse forward, and opened the door.

Push the city gate.

The gate of the War College.

Since it was built in the 200th year of the mainland calendar, the city gate has never been breached by foreign enemies.

opened.

The door had no lock, nor any support.

Chen Senran just pushed.

The entire Zhanzheng Academy rushed towards them.

The desolate war academy in the last days.

The War Academy with its gates open.

Zhanzheng Academy, the city gate is open.

"Enter the city." Chen Senran said in a low voice.

But he raised his hand.

He didn't let his army enter the city. For some reason, he kept tens of thousands of people outside the city.

He rode into town alone.Only one Drizzt followed behind him.

When Chen Senran made this decision.

Drizzt, who followed him into the city, took a deep look at the blind man's back.

With the sound of horseshoes kicking, Chen Senran seemed to be wandering aimlessly in this city that he had already conquered.

The once bustling streets are now deserted.

The taverns and hotels that used to be full of people are now like empty tombs.

Those crystal screens that used to broadcast the Battle of Summoner's Rift day and night high above the sky are now extinguished, like tombstones.

Just no epitaph.

Chen Senran.And Drizzt, like the only intruders of this huge tomb.

It should be with the early morning wind blowing from all directions.It's cold and lonely.

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dark.

Still dark.

In the darkness, the footsteps stopped.

He sat down, across from Larivash.

They face each other.

in the dark.

It's like a pair of old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time.

"You're finally back." Larivash said again, with regret.

"Yeah, I'm finally back." The other party replied again, and the answer was equally sighing.

The atmosphere is peaceful and quiet.

Although in the vast and treacherous darkness.

But peacefully, as if in a courtyard on a sunny afternoon.

Old friends make tea.Tell each other, the past years.

No, there will be no more fights.

Nor should it, again, be hated.

but……

but.

After all.

After all.

Difficult to appease.

Even after so many years...

"Ashram, you still hate me." Larivash, sighing, called out the name that had been missing for countless years.

"Larivash, I just..." Ashram paused, laughed again, and said slowly, "Take back what should belong to me. Between us..."

He didn't go any further, but the meaning was obvious, that is, there was no hatred.

But there is no hatred, if there is really no hatred.

Why flash forward for many years, still remember those old things.

"Whether it's hatred or something that belongs to you, now, everyone in this world thinks that I, Larivash, owe them something. Whatever, what do you want..." Larivash also laughed, maybe he still He propped his head habitually in the dark, "Come and get it."

"Unexpectedly, after all these years, you have almost been eroded by the will of this world." Ashram shook his head and made a conclusion.

None of them spoke anymore.

It was quiet again.

Sit upright.

The two men who have been in bondage for many years and who have hidden many past events between them are silent again.

Seems to be, going to sit until time ashes.

"It's better for you to make the first move. After all, you are a guest from afar." After a long time, Larivash said.

"No, how can I be considered a guest? I have lived in this city for so many years and almost never left, so..." Ashram refused, he said, "Let's do it together."

"Alright." Larivash didn't object.

then.

The darkness fell silent again.

The third silence.

But this time, it was different from the silent silence before.

Quiet silence.

Peaceful silence.

This time...

It was suffocating silence.

When the darkness quiets down.

Different changes have already begun.

But that's different from killing intent, killing, or other bloody fights.

It was pure, dark, and dark confrontation.

oppression.

Silent duel.

momentum.

A grand farewell.

The whole dark sanctuary.

There is a kind of qi that keeps rising and falling.

Like a silent dirge, singing over and over again.

very long.

And very short.

Just, for a moment.

Or maybe centuries.

In the endless rising darkness.

Something fell slowly.

It's like the dust that has accumulated countless years, finally settled on the ground after the grinding of time.

smooth ground.

The darkness is long.

There were still two people sitting at both ends of the black rock wood table.

But things have finally changed. (to be continued..)

ps: The first update.