The air returns and the wind returns.

The howling wind passed from below the high ground, bringing the only remaining smell of blood from the flesh that had been rapidly frozen by the cold air into the noses of every survivor.

The smell of blood crept through the nostrils of every surviving Demacian, soaked into their nerves, burrowed into their brains, and pierced their worst bits of sanity like the sharpest javelin.

The smell of blood told them that the brothers of the girls who had been fighting with them a moment ago, whispering about what kind of wine to drink and what to look for when they got home, were dead.

Their heads were completely smashed, their bones shattered, they could never drink red wine again, they would never see the beautiful girls of their hometown again, and they would never again be able to stand up and raise their swords and shout long live Demacia.

Really, damn it. It's unforgivable.

This woman, this murderer who was walking leisurely on the flesh and blood on the ground.

Each Demacian warrior let out a low roar, and the fear and shadow that the woman had brought to them a moment ago vanished, and more shame and hatred boiled in their veins.

No one said a word of nonsense, no one shouted that I was going to kill you. It's just.

"Zheng—" Everyone drew their swords, and every Demacian who could still walk stepped forward at the same time, and some didn't even care about their bleeding arms, and held on, blocking Sejuani's path.

The blood that has been shed must be repaid with blood, and no one can leave the Demacians unharmed after letting them bleed. Whatever it is, that's something.

The path of blood that had been opened by Sejuani was completely blocked, and she was surrounded by the angry Demacians, and there was no room for movement.

Seeing this, Galen's grip on the hilt of the sword loosened, he had planned to take action to keep Sejuani himself, but now, his brother did not disappoint him.

The blood of the Demacians is not yet cold.

Sejuani stood on the huge snow-capped mountain porcupine, which had barely been hurt in any way, only a little broken skin, and looked at the Demacians around her who were getting closer and closer, and looked at the fearless fire burning in their eyes, and there was not the slightest fear on her face, but a rare smile on her face, as if she admired the courage of these Demacians, and seemed to mock their incompetence.

Countless great swords were raised high around her, and the wind blew through each blade, and the air was filled with a low hum, as if thousands of dead souls had returned, possessing those blades, and only by drinking the blood of their enemies would they leave.

The increasingly dense killing intent made the snow-capped porcupine let out a manic snort, and shook its head a little uneasily, as if it wanted to force its way out.

Sejuani tugged at the reins slightly, calming the snowy boar beneath her seat, and as if she was not in a hurry to rush out of the sting, she glanced into the distance, twenty yards away, their people were approaching.

The wind blew stronger and stronger, and the dense blades pressed those winds into sharp breath and pressed towards Sejuani layer by layer, causing the hard hairs on the snow-capped porcupine to stand upside down one by one.

Sejuani narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the countless blades that were already close at hand, and raised the cold iron chain hammer stained with countless brains and flesh in the air again.

All around was the sound of the wind.

The entire world is slaughtered like a knife. Blood is about to flow again.

"Whew-" When the first Snow Mountain Alliance's foot stepped into the last five yards, the powerful sound of snow breaking the last string in the Demacian mind.

"Roar—" The first Demacian swung his sword fiercely, so fierce that it almost broke off his arm and cut a white line visible through the air, the blade piercing the wind and letting out a low hissing that seemed to have cut a man's throat.

Then, thousands of great swords cut through the wind, and thousands of low hoarse hisses, like thousands of vengeful lonely ghosts.

"Sonorous-" The piercing sound of steel clashing sounded at the same moment, and the cold iron chain hammer that was originally as quiet as a mountain rotated in an instant, blocking countless vengeful solitary ghosts from the absolute steel realm.

The terrifying force struck back the blow that those Demacians had almost given up all their lives, and the big sword led the people backwards, instantly expanding the originally dense circle several times.

But this time, without any pause, the remaining Demacians swung silently with their broadswords in their hands again, and they rushed madly towards the field of steel that began to thunder again, not minding that their bodies would be completely reduced to a mass of flesh in the next moment.

"Sonorous—"

"Sonorous—"

"Sonorous—"

The clash of steel kept resounding in the air, and the Demacians charged at Sejuani in waves of desperate waves.

Eventually, the already tired Sejuani's cold hammer slowed down, and the steel field was no longer thundering.

However, she was as calm as ever, and she glanced again not far away, her men had begun to attack, breaking through the perimeter of those Demacians.

Looking at the barbarians who were desperate to wave the knife in their hands towards the Demacians, Sejuani showed a heartfelt smile, she swung the cold iron chain hammer in her hand again, blocked another swing of the big sword, and finally urged the snow-capped mountain porcupine under her, and shouted loudly: "Steel mane, up!" ”

As Sejuani's battle horn sounded on the battlefield, the men of the Snow Mountain Alliance, who had formed a sharp knife formation and continued to break through in the direction of Sejuani, also brandished their knives and shouted: "Steel Mane, up!" ”

Looking at these Snow Mountain Alliance barbarians who were constantly charging like chicken blood, the outer soldiers of Demacia automatically formed a small battle formation, and once again erected those steel shields that had been shattered.

At the same time, the light cavalry also outflanked all the flanks, harassing the flanks of the sharp knife formation.

In the battle array, Sejuani's snow-capped mountain porcupine did not have enough space to accelerate, and it did not rush like a tidal wave again, it was blocked by countless blades, as if walking in a quagmire. And more blades had cut through its tough skin, and it began to bleed.

When the miserable howl of the snow-capped mountain porcupine echoed in the sky of the table heights, no one noticed that not far away, dozens of dark green strange instruments had been set up.

War, scorching.

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Originally, this chapter was going to be posted in the early morning.,But because of network problems.,So it's put on now.。

There will be updates in the evening.