"Here they are." I don't know who was the first to shout this sentence.

Everyone subconsciously looked in one direction.

Then, the soldiers of the entire coalition army were horrified to find that the silent fortress had been opened open, and countless Noxian soldiers were pouring out of the open gate of that fortress, their bodies were wrapped in pitch-black armor full of Noxian fierce style, and they held a rough and savage black long knife in their hands, moving quickly in the narrow and cramped canyon, with fast and gloomy steps, It's like a bunch of demons crawling out of hell to ask for their lives.

Everyone's breath was suffocating.

It was at this breath that the fastest Noxians had already broken through to the middle of the canyon, and at their speed, it would take only two minutes at most for the first Noxians to step on the ground outside the canyon.

With the current chaos of the coalition forces, if they were approached by this group of demons, it would be simply ......

Tiger into the flock.

The wind howled.

More people began to shout in terror, and in an instant panic spread throughout the coalition forces.

Those who had survived the bright hell of the previous moment and were extremely close to the mouth of the canyon began to retreat desperately, some of those who were far away and only a few of them were affected and quickly retreated to the large army, while many closer to the center, those whose legs were wounded or even broken were completely desperate, struggling in pools of blood, with the sound of snow behind them that was already clearly audible, and in front of them were friends and even comrades who had fled in the desert.

Countless curses, curses, and hysterical roars raged throughout the mouth of the canyon, and the entire coalition army was in a situation of near collapse.

Only a few soldiers turned back to save those who were struggling, either out of comradeship or for some other reason, and many more mixed in with the restless army and began to look for their commander.

But when they looked at the high ground where their backbone should have been, even greater panic arose.

Because, they found that their commander-in-chief was gone.

The Avarosa people were confused, the barbarians were confused, and the Snow Mountain Alliance people were confused, but the Demacians looked at Galen, who was already standing in the center, and silently held their sword.

The confused people also looked at the only surviving leader, the former supreme leader, and they looked at Galen, hoping that he would give them an explanation.

Galen was still gasping, and he was wondering where the men had gone, but he knew that this was not the time to think about it, because the Noxians were coming.

But the soldiers didn't care about it, they just found that their leader, their king, was gone.

The Avarosa people looked at Galen with solemn eyes, and the Snow Mountain Alliance quietly put on the hilt of their swords, while the angry barbarians had already raised their broadswords and roared at Galen: "Where is our king, Tedamir? ”

The Demacians drew their swords.

The atmosphere was tense in an instant.

And the Noxians had reached a distance of less than two hundred yards from the mouth of the canyon.

Galen was still wheezing, the howls that were still raging mixed with the cold wind made his temples throb and his head hurt.

He was really tired, his hands were tired, his eyelids were heavy, his eyes swept inch by inch over every pair of unkind eyes that were forcing him to star, every murderous knife.

He took another breath, straightened his already spasmodic back, and raised the dreadnought sword aloft aloft once more, pointing at everyone and roaring in the wind, "You damn bastards, dog bastards, do you really want to die?" Listen behind you, the Noxians have arrived, their knives can cut off your heads in the next moment, and you are still here with your pig brains wondering if I killed your king, well, if you really want to kill me, come, see if I die first, or if you are crushed by the Noxians first. Galen used his best strength to roar his every word like thunder.

Every word rushed into the ears of those who were hostile to Galen, and they looked at Galen, at his cloak that fluttered again in the gale, at his re-erect body, and bowed his head in his sword-like eyes.

Galen scanned the audience expressionlessly, his eyes swept over the dense crowd, the howling wounded soldiers, looked at the Noxians in the canyon who could already see the reflection on their armor, stuck his long sword in the snow and said: "Now, you damn trash, bastards, I don't care who you were before, if you don't want to die, just listen to my orders, and block the mouth of the canyon as soon as possible, I don't care what method you use, whether it is a knife, a sword, or your ass, Plug that group of dog mongrels in Noxus for me, and if anyone dares to let one go, I'll be the first to cut off his head. ”

"Get out." As soon as the last word came out, all the men and horses from all sides who were still fierce quickly rushed towards the mouth of the canyon, like a group of wild dogs that had fled from the desert frightened by the majesty of lions.

In fact, they weren't really that afraid of Galen, just now they wanted to kill Galen just because of two huge shocks in a short period of time and completely messed up, they needed some venting to vent their fears.

And when Galen roared, they sobered up a little.

They weren't really stupid, and they didn't really want to die, so they chose to listen to Galen, they were really just trying to find their way.

Of course, Galen is indeed unstoppable enough.

Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Galen breathed a sigh of relief, if he hadn't been able to deter those damn guys just now, then he would really have to run away, because he was too tired.

But he knew that it was not time to rest, those wounded must be saved, and those people must also be found, including Olaf, and of course, the most important thing, defense.

If you can't hold it, then maybe dying in battle is the best choice.

Having struggled to support his Demacian forces into three teams, one to help the wounded, one to search, and one to follow him to defend, Galen took a breath and prepared to reach for his sword.

At this moment, a hand reached out from the snow not far away.

Galen's eyes narrowed instantly.

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