The sudden loss of voice made everyone lose interest in speaking, and everyone's nerves were suspended, and in this ghost place where the head could be cut off at any time by a long knife that burst out of a place in the next moment, any abnormality may lead to never seeing the sun tomorrow again.

The wind and snow seemed to be howling louder. Everyone suppressed their breath to hear the sound of possible dying struggles from the chaotic storm, everyone's hands clenched the long sword beside them, and at this moment, only the touch of the cold, rough hilt could bring them some sense of security.

"Harrison, are you bastard still alive?" Jason hesitated for a moment, and finally called out the drunkard's name.

The others didn't stop Jason's behavior, after all, they were comrades for many years, and they didn't want the other party to die so silently.

There was no response, and the biting cold wind made everyone's faces ache, and the wind was as loud as the howl of thousands of lonely ghosts.

"Click-" Just as Jason was about to shout again, the sound of liquid dripping on the ground suddenly and accurately reached everyone's eardrums in the wind. The slight dripping sound was as heavy as a hammer falling to the ground.

Everyone's breath is stagnant.

"Click-" again.

"Bang bang ......" followed by countless sounds.

It was the sound of blood dripping. There was a strong smell of blood that instantly permeated everyone's nose through the wind and snow, and was instantly frozen by the extremely cold temperature, and those scattered blood flowers were mixed with the heavy snow, falling on the ground, and a thin layer of blood-red frost accumulated on the person's body.

Harrison is dead. It wasn't a surprising result, but when it was confirmed, there was a chill in everyone's eyes.

Even though Harrison is usually an old drunkard, he is verbose to death, he often offends people, his temper is stinky, and he snores when he sleeps. But, anyway, that's also a brother, the good brother who once cut the Noxians together and drank together.

Each of the men let out a low roar of rage, and they moved swiftly through the snow, swooping down like beasts towards Harrison's position.

"Raised by a son of a bitch, don't rob me from Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is going to cut off the head of that dog mongrel who dares to kill my brother." Jason scolded in a low voice and rushed to the first one, even if it was a veteran like him, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, after all, there were few people in this world who could find someone to have a good drink.

He took the lead through the darkness, through the boundless wind and snow, and plunged headlong into the blood-soaked snow.

Then, too, he lost his voice. The same abrupt stop, the same abruptness as if strangling a chicken, only Jason died more completely, and he didn't even have time to snort.

All the people who rushed forward were stunned for a moment, after all, they were members of the Demacia Stormtroopers, Demacia's first-class combat power, and their awareness of danger was not comparable to ordinary people.

That unknown guy can instantly kill Harrison and Jason, two soldiers with extremely good individual combat effectiveness, which shows that the opponent's single ability has reached a certain level.

At this time, it must not be recklessly sent one by one for the other party to kill, the captain of this squad finally gave instructions at this time, and he lightly tapped the armor on his body a few times.

Three long and two short, the low and muffled sound of fingers tapping the armor spread far away in the fierce wind and snow, and everyone heard the content clearly, gathered together, and closed around.

This is the code word of the night battle formulated in the long battle, and although it is windy and snowy at the moment, it is also accurately conveyed.

All the soldiers stopped rushing forward violently, and they moved slowly like cats, carefully forming an encirclement around the place. The ferocity of the other party's killing of the two in seconds did not make these animals licking blood all day long have a trace of fear, and the sound of those constantly dripping blood made everyone's killing intent rise to their throats, they approached step by step, silent as a mountain like a predatory beast, they stretched out their claws silently, waiting for the most decisive moment, mixed with the murderous battle intent, and cut out the deadliest sword.

Snowflakes with blood kept falling on the faces of the furious men, and the smell of blood that filled the air intensified their desire to kill.

Someone couldn't help but roar in a low voice, the low roar suppressed like a trapped beast in a cage.

The other party didn't seem to care at all about the killing intent that was constantly gathering around him, and there was no sound in that dark bloody place.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller. But it wasn't enough for the captain of the squad to give the order to besiege him.

The beasts were still holding on, the hot killing intent had melted the snowflakes on their faces, and blood was flowing into their mouths. It was the blood of the two men who had died, the blood of their comrades.

"Tsk-" An abrupt voice sounded, this voice came from the dark killing field, and the long sound had a hint of aftertaste, like the victor tasting the blood of his prey, and it tasted, it was wonderful.

This extremely provocative sound finally shattered the last trace of reason in everyone's hearts, and everyone rushed forward frantically, no longer caring about the captain's orders, and the captain, he also rushed forward.

The figures of more than a dozen men rushed into the darkness from the dim moonlight, and those faint shadows gradually lengthened and finally disappeared without a trace.

There was no superfluous sound, and the men were buried abruptly and quietly in the dark snow.

The blood continued to flow, and the snow was still falling.

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Galen was woken up by an urgent report from a soldier, and these days in the face of the two major forces, his mental power has been pulled hard, resulting in his sleep quality has been very poor.

In the past few days, after retreating to this most reluctant pure land known as Freljord, he finally had a chance to breathe, but he didn't expect to be woken up.

Galen was a little angry at the soldier who woke him up, but he knew that if it wasn't something absolutely important, this soldier would not dare to disturb him.

So he just said with a calm face: "Say." ”

"General Galen, all members of the first squad of the outpost are missing." The soldier lowered his head, probably a little afraid that Galen would be angry, and his whole person was a little stiff respectfully.

"Missing?" Galen frowned, unhappy with the word, in this place, either alive or dead.

Disappearance was not an answer he wanted to hear.

"This morning Avarosa's men went to change shifts and found that the first team was gone, as if they had never existed, leaving no weapons, armor, or corpses behind." The soldier heard the dissatisfaction in Galen's tone, but he could only stubbornly continue to report.

"Is that so?" Galen's brow furrowed even tighter, he originally thought that it was just the enemy's advance speed was faster and already approaching, but this strange-sounding answer gave him a hint of a bad premonition.

"I think we've been warned by an unknown friend." Just as Galen was silent thinking, a female voice came in from outside.

The voice was cold, like cracking ice.

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