Chapter Forty-Eight: Empire! Tiger! (f)

Flutter!

The huge black axe directly split Baron Emerson in half, and the sticky blood and broken organs stained Cyne's burly body, and the remaining body and the chainmail warhorse that straddled it were smashed to pieces.

The court baron, known as the city of Edalas, the intelligence officer of the Geoffrey family, died quietly on the battlefield, leaving no trace, not even his body.

"I don't care what your name is! Your bones will pave the way for my glory! ”

Sain nonchalantly wiped the blood from his face, and continued to drag his mountain-like body and began to run at an accelerated pace, like a high-speed tank, faintly forming a scarlet shield in front of it.

"Blood!"

"War!"

"Kill!"

"Torn!"

"Smash!"

"Die!"

All obstacles in the running path, whether knights and minions, or chainmail warhorses, were completely crushed by Sain's huge body, and the black giant axe danced like a dragon, devouring the lives of the dreadful.

Blood spilled out, white bone splattered, dark green armor and gray chain mail mixed together, grinding flesh deep into the pale snow, plowing a bloody road to hell on the hill road.

Fear began to creep in the hearts of the Iron Thorn Knight's minions, who saddened to find that their attacks did little harm to the war machine-like figure, and were left to be slaughtered, blood staining the snow red.

Thundered!

Following the bloody path opened up by Sain, Modrian led the Noxian expeditionary cavalry to deliver the final blow to the Iron Thorn Knight minions, recklessly charging the Iron Thorn Knight minions in fear.

Scarlet life energy surged wildly through Modrian's body, the cyan greatsword harvested the heads of his enemies, and he had to make sure that every blow was so crisp and clean that there could be no stagnation, otherwise he would be caught in the whirlpool of war.

Splattered blood stained his eyes red, Modrian ignored the weeping enemy, and there was no mercy in war, only cruelty and killing.

"Huh?"

Modrian suddenly felt his vision brighten up, and through the falling snowflakes, he saw that the array of iron thorns had been chiseled, and looking back, the pitch-black armor of the Noxian expeditionary cavalry was already bright red, which was a glorious symbol of bloody battle.

Raising his teal greatsword, Modrian turned his horse's head and returned to his charging stance, pointing at the Iron Thorn Knight minions in confusion and fear, and roared loudly.

"Noxus wins!"

The killing continued, there was no reason to stop, and the music of war was played again.

......................

"Worm, why haven't you run away yet? My blood is already burning! ”

Seon lowered his ugly head and stared at the Iron Thorn Knight minions who were still charging at him, the so-called sharp weapons, which only left a few gray marks on his pale body.

"So, send you to hell!"

The crimson glow of the black axe, and Sain held it high like a red sun covering the area, and then swung the black axe violently.

[Brutal Slamming]!

Rumble!

A loud dull sound resounded through the hills, shaking the snow as if the earth were shaking, blood, bones, and flesh spilled over the blood-soaked area, and the cries of pain and fear echoed wildly at the edges.

The remaining Iron Thorn Knight minions stared dumbfounded at the red crater in front of them, the looming fragments of armor from their former allies.

The fear of death that followed completely shattered the loyalty they had insisted, and they began to flee in a panic, leaving their backs far safer than the charging cavalry.

Looking at the fleeing worms, Sain wiped the blood from his body indiscriminately, then stared in a certain direction, cracked the corners of his huge mouth, and smiled fiercely.

"Hahaha, kill the strong, trample on the weak!"

"Like, her!"

......................

"Miss Angela, it's time for us to get out of here." The captain of the Guards cavalry stepped forward and said, and on the hill not far away, the terrifying huge figure was charging towards him.

Hearing this, Angela frowned, a cold look appeared in her blue eyes, and said in a stiff tone: "Do you also think I failed?" ”

The captain of the Guards cavalry was silent, a little sadness in his pupils under his dark green armor, and he looked at the two bloody battlefields in the hills, the balance of victory had completely turned away from the iron thorns.

"I need your help to stop me from the other side." Angela gritted her teeth and said, her face covered by the tulle was a little distorted, and she was more unwilling.

"But.......," said the captain of the Guards cavalry, trying to stop him.

"It's an order!"

"Yes, Miss Angela." The captain of the Guards Cavalry saluted solemnly, then waved his hand and took the remaining Guards cavalry, an elite cavalry ordered to protect Angela.

"How could I possibly lose, I'm Angela Françoise Jeffrey, the next Grand Duke of the Jeffrey family."

Angela silently took out a blue magic scroll from her magic robe, and stared at Modrian on the hill with her eyes fixed on it, feeling resentment in her heart.

"Especially how can I lose to him, the waste that I once toyed with applause, I won't lose, Iron Thorn won't lose, the victory belongs to Jeffrey."

Click!

The azure magic scroll gently opened, and surging elemental energy boiled around Angina, forming a storm of energy visible to the naked eye.

She stretched out her slender white right palm and pointed at the huge and burly red figure, Sein, who was entangled by the Guards Cavalry, and the cold killing intent bloomed in her blue eyes.

[High-level Spell: Ice Wolf Roaring Bomb]!

Whew! Whew! Whew!

The surging elemental energy turned into six lifelike frost wolves in the snowy weather, roaring in the sky and then rushing towards Sain like a speeding train.

With every step, the Frost Giant Wolves will be huge, they are absorbing the ice and snow energy that exists between heaven and earth, and the blizzard that is coming at this moment has made this group of Frost Wolves even more powerful.

Angela stumbled, as a full-fledged mage, forcibly using a high-level spell scroll had drained her spiritual energy.

The dancing snowflakes blew the veil on her face, revealing a beautiful face, Angela didn't care, her blue eyes stared at Sain, she wanted to see the final result.