The endgame was cleaned up after a magic hour.

Tedamir and Ash each gathered the remnants of about 3,000 men, and Demacia spontaneously gathered 2,000 men.

Less than 8,000 in total.

Most of these are severe burns, with very few minor injuries.

The original coalition army was 34,000 people, excluding the Snow Mountain Alliance who defected halfway.

Nearly wiped out.

On the Noxus side, General Burnham, who was frozen into a statue, was nowhere to be found, and Svein was also nowhere to be found, and his army disappeared with him.

The rest will be killed.

As for Sejuani, and the thunderous Northland man, Olaf, they stood opposite the remnants of the coalition with their followers, the warriors of the Bearren and the men of Winter's Claws.

Confrontation.

The standoff has been going on for ten minutes.

There are no new characters appearing again, and the protagonists, supporting characters, and passers-by in last night's fire of fate seem to have sunk into the river of history.

Caitlyn, Ezreal, Rosemyrt, and ......

Gallian.

No one found Galen.

"What now?" Tedamir leaned on his rough broadsword and inhaled slightly as he looked at Sejuani, who was standing in the cold wind and staring at them.

He was badly wounded, and the slaughter of the previous afternoon had taken him so much strength, and the fire of last night had burned him to death.

In his memory, only the danger of climbing from the bottom of the ice cliff to Freljord could be compared.

"What do you say?" Ash on the side did not answer Tydamir's words, she looked at Chen Senran, who was standing silently with Anne in her arms.

Chen Senran stood in a very awkward position.

He stood out of all men, neither near the Demacians, nor the barbarians, nor near the Avarossa.

He was like an absolute outsider.

It's like a target who is rejected by everyone.

Because everybody is using a strange anger and hatred. He looked at him with a complicated look of doubt.

Although it was dark and chaotic last night, everyone felt that the black flames that destroyed the world were flowing from his body.

"Do you still believe me?" Chen Senran didn't seem to feel those complicated eyes, calmly glanced at Sejuani and them, and then turned his head to look at Tydamir and them.

"War always kills people." Ash stroked the ice bow in his hand. There was no hint of murderous intent.

She hid it well, but Chen Senran still saw the sadness in her eyes.

Many of her people died.

Chen Senran understood that it would be difficult for them to get along amiably in the future, let alone drink on a snowy night.

"Yes, it was just an accident." Tedamir grinned, smiling wildly.

But he's the same.

"Okay." Chen Senran nodded, he didn't care very much.

Or rather, he doesn't really care anymore.

Someone always comes, someone always leaves.

"Forge an alliance." He kept the snowflakes from falling from the sky and kept them from falling on little Annie's face. He smiled at Sejuani and shouted, "Make an alliance." ”

Sejuani didn't answer, she didn't laugh, she didn't move.

She just looked at Chen Senran, wanting to see what else Chen Senran could say.

"You have less than 3,000 people, your injuries are lighter, even if your actual combat strength is 2,050, even if you count Mr. Thor and that Mr. Bear Man around you can overthrow all our leaders here." Chen Senran continued. "But we still have more than 8,000 people. Even if half of them can't fight, we have more than 1,000 of you, and if we want to fight, no one will take advantage. ”

Sejuani remained unmoved, unmoved, and the answer seemed to have not moved her.

"Sejuani. You want to dominate Freljord, you want to conquer the world, you still have a lot of things to do, I don't have any, and they don't have either. Chen Senran said. Pointing at the people behind him, he looked at Sejuani and smiled, "You don't want to die here just like that, do you?" ”

"How do you form an alliance?" Sejuani finally spoke, and although her face was still as cold and hard as ice and snow, she spoke as if she was loose.

"That's not my business." Chen Senran shrugged his shoulders and looked at Tydamir and Ash, "That's your big deal. ”

But in the end, Chen Senran joined the agenda of the alliance.

Because Galen disappeared, the Demacians lost their leader, and although they hated Chen Senran's heavenly fire, they had to admit Chen Senran's wisdom and bravery.

They needed a representative, even though that one had killed their comrades last night.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll sell you?" Chen Senran grinned at all the remaining Demacians before forming an alliance.

It's a joke.

But no one laughed.

All had cold faces.

"If you dare to sell, the general will not let you go." At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice rang out from behind everyone.

Delsius limped out of the ruins with a sword.

Behind him was an old man with a knife.

Lao Du.

"Not dead?" Chen Senran smiled at Lao Du.

"If you die, I won't die." Lao Du also smiled.

But Lao Du, who is only 300,000 times, is an immortal Lao Du.

The agenda for alignment is moving fast.

There's not much to argue about.

Everyone retreated to their own territory to recuperate, and agreed to fight again next year.

Demacia withdrew from the garrison in Freljord and was no longer involved for three years.

But before that, find Galen.

The people who had decided to make peace retreated to safety, and organized a group of men to dig through the entire ruins without finding Galen.

A clue was raised.

A Demacian soldier whose whole body was burned to the point of charring, said with some hesitation: "I seem to see the general riding there." ”

Then, his horribly burned hand trembled and pointed to the snow-covered sky.

The direction of the North Sea.

So people started looking in that direction.

From daylight to dusk.

The snow in Freljord stopped surprisingly at dusk and it was so clean that you could see the sun sinking over the horizon.

People found Galen at the end of the sunset.

He half-crouched in the setting sun with his sword in hand, the crimson sunset reflecting on the side of his face.

Forever resolute side face.

Forever fearless.

A body that doesn't fall down even if it dies.

Heroes deserve to die like this.

Hero, dead.

Galen, dead.

On the 13th day of July in the 22th year of the New World calendar of Valoran, that is, on the 13th day of July in the 720th year of the Demacian Empire, the youngest hero of Demacia, one of the proudest descendants of the Crown Guard family, and the man who had terrified the whole of Noxus for ten years, Galen. Crown Guard, killed in battle.

Die in the setting sun.

When he died, he had only a sword, a pot of wine, a horse, and a bouquet of flowers that he refused to let go. (To be continued......)

PS: It's finally over, the battle of the Burning of the City that I painstakingly conceived, Galen's death, I wrote directly from the scorching June to 2014, I feel guilty and happy.

Because, this story is not dead.

I'm alive.