The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

The big one almost covered the sky, and under the snow curtain, the black figures of the Noxians were already faintly visible, and their footsteps could be faintly heard. The sound of those footsteps, mixed with the sound of the wind, was like an infinite muffled war drum.

The wind was raging.

The wind was like fire, and it rolled up Ash's pocket, revealing her delicate face and ruffling her long silver hair.

The snow fell on her hair, but she did not move, she could already see the Noxians who were breaking through the snow curtain, running in a neat step like a group of silent death, and she also saw the cruel silhouette of those sharp long knives reflected in the snow, but her eyes were still calm, and her hands did not tremble.

The Great Ice Bow in her hand had been raised, and the special bow and arrows filled with the power of ice had also been attached to the bowstring.

The gale continued to blow.

The wind passed through the bowstring, and there was a nice sound like a wind chime.

In the sound of wind chimes, Ash closed his eyes, tilted his ears, grew his body, clasped his fingers, and pulled the strings.

The bow is bent like a full moon.

"Uh-" Almost at the moment when Ashi's strings were pulled, all the Avarosa people who had come with Ash pulled the strings at the same time.

For a moment, it was as if countless moons had risen over the vast snow-white earth.

From Chen Senran's point of view, he could clearly see that Ash and her hundred carefully selected Avarosa marksmen formed a large half-moon-shaped net, each archer formed a thread of this net, and Ash was the one responsible for casting the net.

The low drumbeat was getting closer and closer, and the figures of the Noxians were already clear that the snow could not cover them, and their murderous aura mixed with the sharpness of their long knives tore through the wind and snow, rolling in, surging like the entire world.

In front of the whole world, the web that Ash and the others formed was as small as a leaf of duckweed.

"Click—" Another sound of feet stepping on the thick snow reached Ash's ears, and she instantly judged the distance between the fastest man and them.

Four hundred yards, the limit distance.

Let go, shoot.

"Hum—" The bow and arrow, filled with the power of ice, cut through the endless snow curtain like meteors in the next moment.

"Sting-" The rapid bow and arrow pierced the throat of the Noxian man who was still jumping high and had not had time to land, Ash could even imagine what the Noxian man would look like at the moment, his mouth must have been wide open, there was heat coming out of it, he wanted to shout but couldn't say a word.

"Bang-" The man fell heavily to the ground and could not get up again.

But his comrades behind him didn't even look at him, they continued to charge with their long knives, and some even stepped directly over his corpse, proving the bravery and cruelty of the Noxians.

With Ash's arrow, all the Avarossa people bent their bows forty-five degrees into the sky at the same time.

Ejection.

"Hum—" The sound of the bowstring flicking neatly resembles the elongated notes of a harp.

A hundred arrows formed a small but deadly web, silently under the Noxians who charged in an elongated formation.

"Poof-" Almost none of the arrows missed, and almost every long arrow hit a Noxian.

Blood was scattered all over the ground in an instant, and the Noxians who had not been shot to the point continued to charge without saying a word, their blood dragging all the way, making the entire Noxian army look like a knife that had seen blood.

"Click-" The low drum beat was still playing.

There were only three hundred and eighty yards left in the distance.

Ash kept bending her bow and shooting arrows, her hand swinging again like clockwork, sending an afterimage through the air.

The arrows in her hand also turned into three again, her stunt, triple arrows.

She alone has created a net of arrows from which there is no escape, and behind hers is an even larger net of arrows.

Noxians kept falling, but none of them stopped, and as long as he still had a breath, even if his leg was broken, he would crawl forward.

This is a group of butchers who are not afraid of death, and they are desperately rushing forward to make their butcher knives drink the blood.

Therefore, although this small battle formation formed by Ash and her subordinates had extremely sharp combat effectiveness, they were helplessly too few in number, and in the face of dozens or even hundreds of times more enemies, there were still fish that slipped through the net and rushed towards them.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the fastest man had already rushed to a hundred yards, and Ash could even faintly see the expressionless face of the man hidden under the pitch-black robe, and the boundless killing intent released from the eyes on that face.

And two minutes have passed.

She subconsciously turned her head to look behind her, the people of Demacia and the Snow Mountain Alliance were still lying on the ground and gasping for breath, Galen finally stood up, but his face was still pale, and he raised his dreadnought greatsword with some difficulty, shouting: "Everyone, retreat." ”

He didn't shout loudly, and even because of the poison, he was a little lacking in energy, but all the Demacians still heard it, and all the Demacians who still had strength began to drag their comrades who had no strength at all to move back desperately, and some of them were almost fainting with force, but they still didn't let go.

And the Snow Mountain Alliance did not stop the Demacians from retreating, they also heard the footsteps of the Noxians, and they let out a muffled laugh as they looked at the Demacians who were desperately moving their bodies like ants crawling, as if to laugh at their stupidity.

In their opinion, these Demacians are already dead.

Ash couldn't help but glance at the high ground again, Chen Senran was riding his horse, and because it was too far away, Ash couldn't see his expression.

And if Ash could see Chen Senran's expression, she would definitely be surprised to find that Chen Senran was smiling.

Just as Ash turned his head and continued to bend his bow and shoot arrows in a race against time, Chen Senran smiled even more heartily.

Because right behind him, there was a jumble of footsteps.

The man he was waiting for had arrived.

Galen is not wrong about one thing, Chen Senran is indeed planning something, although there are some variables in the middle, but it is not too bad now.

A good show is about to begin.

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It's still the same rhythm......

Egg pain...... I feel like my body clock is no longer right, and I have to get to this point every day to write something