The dark source spirit was pitch black and cold, the snow maple tree did not sense, the nightmare did not appear, Wu Wenxu's hands were buried in the soil, staring vacantly at the locust-like Noxian army, and there was a pitch-black cannon muzzle and a tall land dragon.

Wu Wenxu longed for a miracle to happen, however, even if the nightmare appeared in front of his eyes now and he could escape from Xuege Fortress, the other fifteen brothers would inevitably die.

If you can't even protect your own brothers and subordinates, then even if you escape from Sheger Fortress and step into Piltover, what qualifications do you have to be king!?

Commander Hadra Nathan gave the order, and thousands of elites carrying solid and heavy shields and holding one-foot-high magic halberds began to take heavy steps.

The art of war displayed by these soldiers is a well-deserved heavy armor!

Every time they moved, the dust on the ground trembled as if it had been pressed down by a jack, and the black dust mist floated around the team, and when you saw these guys, you wouldn't even have a sense of resistance in your heart, it was a black bear armed to the teeth and waiting to eat!

Is it inevitable to die today?

The earth was scorched hot by Wu Wenxu's anger and unyieldingness, and he pulled out his hand angrily, very reluctant to face this fact soberly, even though the Shield Halberd Legion had already appeared five zhang away.

Wu Wenxu's sad demeanor suddenly squeezed out a dry smile comically.

Wu Wenxu opened his lips hard, like a general at the end of a hero, he straightened his waist straight, and his hair was flattened, revealing his strong and deep eyes neatly.

Since it is death, you must die like a hero, and since it is death, you must die with honor!

"When I first rescued you, I never thought I would lead you to death."

Wu Wenxu's ten fingers each burst into a star of fireworks, and the fire magic particles in his body were depleted, so what?

What Lao Tzu has is blood, and Lao Tzu's blood is the purest source of magic!

Joti Maple wiped his face so hard that he was the only one of the fourteen followers who didn't cry, but when his large, thick and powerful hand swung past his eyes, a stream of crystal water slid down his big hand to his wrist.

Maple Messai bowed his head and said sadly, "Lord, you are really a great person. ”

How could Maple Messey not feel the kind of longing for life in the young man's heart, his desire was as strong as his own, they really didn't want to die, they really didn't want to die......

But! Since it is really impossible to escape death, he will also use the Thousand Waters Drawing Sword Technique to make the entire Noxus understand that a slave can shake the royal power!

Yasuo, who was the only one who was calm, once again stroked his slender and even fingers towards his love sword, and the swift wind struggled to dance the sword body, as if feeling the seemingly wordless but sad heroic end in the deepest part of his master's heart.

Feeling the amazing magic condensing on Wu Wenxu's ten fingers, and feeling the miserable smell of boiling blood gradually emanating from the air, Yasuo glanced at the young man deeply.

A sticky red flush appeared at the corners of his lips, Yasuo stuck out his tongue, then frowned and spat him out of his mouth, "It's much worse than wine." ”

So he drew his sword, and the wind was surging with blood that was rolling wildly, and a crimson hurricane circle surged up on the blade of his sword, a power that made people tremble, that power that made people tremble.

A contemptuous smile tugged at the corners of Yasuo's lips, and he raised his sword in the air, pointing his sword at the fifty-thousand-strong army with the blade of the wind, shouting frantically with a voice that could be heard by heaven and earth.

"Glory is in the heart, not in the form, my original intention, never forget, this story is not over!"

Yes, the story is not over yet.

A hero's story never ends!

"Kill !!"

"Woooooooo

The earth trembled suddenly.

This trembling is not the sound of the ground shaking by the heavy armor crushing the steps in unison, but from the ground, from the center of the earth, a crazy sound that wants to tear the earth!

"This voice ......"

Wu Wenxu's pupils contracted violently, he couldn't help but hang his hand, and the absolute flame on his ten fingers was extinguished.

He burst into tears.

Joti Maple Messai thrust his long knife into the soil with all his might, and said with tears in his eyes, "This movement ......"

The thirteen white knights were ecstatic but let tears spill down their cheeks, and they all cried in unison: "It's it! ”

It's it.

It's coming!

A large number of Noxian hoplites let out a terrified scream, they didn't understand what was happening, but the whole person was flying high into the sky, and before their eyes could be opened, the power of the heavy armor had already smashed them into meat sauce!

The earth was completely torn apart, and from the deep underground, a sturdy monster with a head like a dragon, but a smooth and hornless forehead emerged wildly, its red yellow eyes stared fiercely at the army of fifty thousand, and its nearly eight-meter-tall body fiercely blocked the people behind it, its snow-white tentacles were dancing, and the terrifying sawtooth was opening and closing.

It's really coming!

"Turning into a dragon."

Wu Wenxu let tears rage in his eyes, in such a desperate time, he really never thought that this snow guardian saint who accompanied him through the predicament of the Venolian snow field would be guarded in front of his eyes like a moth to a fire.

"Woooooo

Hearing the trembling call of the master, in the red yellow pupils of the dragon, tears actually poured like a spring, like a fist-sized salty tears poured on Wu Wenxu's head, making Wu Wenxu fiercely hug its scaly and embarrassed body.

"You're too stupid to come."

Wu Wenxu couldn't help but caress its body that had been sharply scratched by the earth because of the long journey, and a large piece of rolled flesh was exposed to the air, how painful was that?

For its own sake, it actually ......

Wu Wenxu hugged Hualong tightly, and for a moment, the fear of death and the unwillingness to fate were diluted like spring rain.

This world has it with you.

No matter how much suffering there is, what is there to complain about.

In this world, there are brothers with you.

No matter how much sorrow there is, what is there to cry about?

Reborn in Valoran, who else lives a more wonderful life than himself!?

"What's that?"

Hadra Nathan's eyes swelled with surprise and inexplicability, although he was a commander who served in the fortress of Xuege, he was well-read and well aware of the important news and strange things in Valoran, but this gray monster in front of him, he had never heard of it before!

Hadra Nathan narrowed his eyes, calmly raised his right hand, a slender magic sword with an irresistible silver color, he was held straight to the crimson sky, he said extremely seriously: "Xuege Fortress can't make any mistakes, the shield army retreats, and the magic cannon is ready to bombard!" ”

Strong execution is the key to the success of an army.

As soon as Hadra Nathan's words fell, the warriors who were lucky enough not to fall to their deaths, and who survived the confrontation with the dragon, began to retreat in an orderly manner, lifting the bodies of their dead brothers, lifting the bodies of those who were seriously injured and unable to move, they protected all corners without dead ends, and acted extremely quickly, which is an action that only the real elite can do.

"Boom ......"

The suppressed sound of the wheels rolling on the ground, the army of the tide slowly dispersed, and the five pitch-black purple cannons were instantly aimed at Wu Wenxu and the others, and the huge flame runes flashed up and down on the body of each cannon, this kind of flame magic cannon that requires fine magic craftsmanship, and each flame magic cannon that costs as much as two million gold coins, one cannon is enough to blast hundreds of meters into nothing!

"Woo!"

In the pitch-black muzzle, the scorching flames were condensing, and Hadra Nathan deeply believed that when the five magic cannons let out a devastating roar in unison, devouring Xiang Wu Wenxu and the others, it would be the time for the Xuege Fortress to restore peace.

However, under the watchful eye of 50,000 people, the monster who looked fierce and impermanent made a move that made Wu Wenxu shocked.

In the face of these cannon ports, its movements were not to retract its body back into the earth, but to completely lift its body from the ground, and it stared at the hideous depression above the throat of Hokuriku with its violent blood-red pupils, and it actually slammed its head into the wound!

"Evil beasts! Hurry up, hurry up and get the shells out! ”

Hadra Nathan was shocked, he hadn't been so shocked and panicked in twenty years, what a joke if the hole that looked almost cracking was knocked open by a monster......

"Whoosh!"

Although the flames of the fortress gate are extinguished, the terrifying heat is enough to boil an egg into pulp! When the dragon's blood-drenched head collided with the hollow mouth, the air filled the air with a rich smell of meat.

"Stop! Bastard, you stop Lao Tzu! ”

An indescribably powerful flame burst out from the palm of Wu Wenxu's hand, and before the flames fell on the magic energy heavy artillery, he staggered to the ground, ignoring his scratched face, and ran madly towards the dragon.

The milky white beard was burned yellow by the iron plate, and drops of dried blood were squeezed out of the beard, Wu Wenxu never thought that Hualong would be even crazier than himself, and the impact it exchanged for his life even made the earth shake like an earthquake, and the wound in the throat of the North Road became bigger!

The flames that Wu Wenxu waved out were destroyed by the mages in an instant, and immediately after, the black muzzles of the five magic energy cannons shone brightly, the air was sucked by the flames, the particles were condensed, and the heavens and the earth were filled with a destructive force.

Destruction is just around the corner!

The blood-drenched Sword of the Wind suddenly plunged horizontally in front of the five magic cannons.

A thick wall of wind condensed by a hurricane blocked all the power of the flames, and the explosive death light that destroyed the world collided with the pale white and blue hurricane of the wind barrier, and Hadra Nathan's eyes became deep and gloomy, and his beard flew up in a mess from the terrifying wind.

Everyone's eyes were covered with a dazzling and huge light, a light that was destroyed to the bone, and it was impossible not to shudder.

Vast expanses of fire swept across the land, and the scorched soil was once again subjected to this tragic and unwarranted disaster, like a cannonball hitting the ocean, and the black earth tsunami swept through the sky, covering the bodies of thousands of people with a thick layer of hot soil, and the magic fluctuations shook away the dark clouds in the sky, revealing the unfathomable black abyss below.

The pitch-black ravines at least three feet deep make time seem to stand still, making people shocked and speechless.

For a long, long time.

A majestic and solemn wind blew from the Snowg Fortress, a mournful wind.

"They're all dead to scum, aren't they?"

A Noxian soldier swallowed a mouthful of saliva with palpitations, the power of the magic energy cannon just now made his calves still tremble uncontrollably, he was so glad that he was a Noxian soldier.

However, he didn't see that the commander sitting high above the dragon was crunching his fists, and Hadra Nathan's face was as pale as the noodles that had just been taken out of the oil pot, and he said in a voice that only he could hear: "Damn Yasuo! ”

In the gradually dispersing fog, a lone earthen pillar stood in the ravine, and the 50,000-strong army was silent, as if sinking into a ridiculous dream.

In the dream, there were ten figures in pitch black, one was not much, and one was not many.

One of the ten most impregnable in Valoran, the throat of the North Continent, a huge gap half a foot wide, is being poured in by a steady stream of cold currents!