"Smack-"

The clash of flesh resounded in the air again, low and staggered.

The snow is still falling.

There was a long silence. There was no more superfluous sound, except for the wind.

The moonlight shone like a broken knife, reflecting on the ruined earth walls that were as hideous as the ancient corpses, and it was so quiet as death that even the sound of gasping could hardly be heard.

The deathmatch has finally come to an end.

Lose both.

This result was somewhat unexpected by Svein, in fact, the mad tiger of Darius can bring him a little surprise every time he goes crazy, and this time is no exception, originally he thought that Darius could only barely resist the attacks of Jiawen and Zhao Xin at most. Unexpectedly, he exchanged injuries for injuries to stifle the opponent's two major combat strengths.

It's really good news that there is still a chance to win.

But he still sighed a little helplessly, because the Demacian stormtroopers were still standing intact, and he needed to deal with them himself.

Fifty Demacian dreadnought stormtroopers may be an insurmountable mountain to ordinary people, but it is by no means Svein's mountain.

He just thinks it's too troublesome, but more importantly, he really hates to make his own moves, he always likes to kill people with his mind, not that he is arrogant to the point that he doesn't need force, but the kind of scene where he fights with other people's flesh and blood, which will remind him of the scene where the drunken man who died on that rainy morning many years ago kept beating that woman, and he would feel that his whole body was wet with the acid rain of that morning, and he would feel disgusted and want to vomit.

Svein's face turned pale for a moment, and he felt his stomach churn, but he still moved his gaze to the faces of the Demacians. Because, just like when he stabbed the man in the heart while vomiting, there were some things that really had to be done.

The torches were still burning, and the only light in the dark and snowy night was the light of the fire, which blurred the faces of the Demacians.

They were also looking at Svein, the only lame enemy left, and in terms of numbers, they could have torn Svein to shreds in an instant.

But they did not move, for they saw Svein's gaze, which diverged inch by inch under the reflection of the only remaining torch, and became distorted and strange, and made it impossible to look at it directly.

At that moment, there was a chill in the hearts of these Demacian soldiers who drank blood, and there was a trace of hesitation, which was different from the huge sense of oppression when facing Darius, but as if they were facing a huge whirling whirlpool, as if they would be swept into it as long as they got close, and they could not turn over.

Confront each other in silence.

After a long time, Svein's shoulders moved, as if he felt that the snow on his shoulders was too much, too heavy, and he shook his shoulders vigorously, shaking away the ordinary crow on his shoulder.

The snow fell, and the crows rose into the sky, flying higher and higher, into the snow curtain, and let out a long hoarse cry high in the sky.

"Wow-"

This long roar broke the silence of the entire world, and the eyelids of all the Demacians jumped, and they subconsciously clenched the long sword in their hands.

Svein pursed his mean lips, the twitch of his stomach made his face pale again, and he couldn't help but grasp the crutch with both hands.

He looked at the Demacians who were already feeling uneasy, and let out a long sigh again.

That long sigh penetrated into the body of every Demacian with the deep cold wind, and every Demacian soldier couldn't help but shiver.

A long sigh fell.

The moment the long sigh fell, Demacia, who had not yet recovered from the bone-chilling cold, felt a darkness in front of him, and the strange light in Svein's eyes suddenly contracted.

Even the blazing torches were crushed violently.

There was no more warmth and light, and even the half-hidden waning moon reappeared and disappeared into the boundless snow.

The whole world is full of darkness.

The next moment. The sound of wings vibrating came from the darkness, like thousands of flesh-hungry demons surging out of the gates of hell.

"Tear and pull—" There was a sharp sound of breaking the air all over the sky.

"Tear and pull—" The sky was filled with the hideous sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh.

Suddenly losing sight, the Demacians let out a dull growl, they were at first calm, relying on their hearing to determine the possible direction of attack, but as the scars on their bodies grew, as those attacks were everywhere, they had lost their composure, and they began to swing their greatsword wildly.

In the darkness, there was the constant sound of flesh and blood splashing, the sound of foreign objects falling to the ground, but more often than not, the terrible howls of people before they died.

It was a slaughter, an absolute slaughter in the dark. Many people died, unwilling to die.

After a long time, the darkness once again sounded the sound of boundless wings, and all the demons returned to hell above the heavens.

The darkness faded.

The snow was still falling, and the waning moon leaked a ray of light like a knife, cutting through the dark night, revealing the broken bones and flesh all over the ground.

The ground was full of bones, like hell.

Svein's face was extremely pale, he felt the stickiness all over his body, he felt the churning of his stomach, he clutched his hands to his chest, coughed a few times, and finally did not vomit.

There was a long, low hiss in the sky again.

"Wow-"

The unremarkable crow descended from the sky and landed slowly on Svein's shoulder. The crow was still the same crow, but its eyes were scarlet, red like blood.

Svein stood there for a long time, and finally let out a long breath, he took out a magic flint from his bosom and rekindled the extinguished torch, and he turned around on crutches to ignite the fiery magic explosives.

And the moment he turned around, his body froze there, never moving again.

It was only because he suddenly felt a great threat swim up his back, and finally aimed at his heart, if he took one more step, he believed that his heart would be pierced immediately.

"I advise you to put down your torch first, or my hand will tremble and shoot you in the heart, Mr. Svein." A slightly sharp female voice came from behind him, as sharp as the Hex magic rifle in her hand.

Under the waning moon, Caitlyn took aim with his eyes like an eagle.

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Recently, the state has started to be wrong again.

In the effort to adjust.

Hopefully some can be recovered tomorrow.