Empty camp.

Although the tents were still standing in the snow, the curtains of those tents had already been opened, and the place where people should have been sleeping was a void darkness, and by the dim but enough light to see the magic gems of the entire camp, Chen Senran did not find a single person.

There was no one, and everyone seemed to have evaporated from the world all at once.

The wind howled and rolled up the curtains of the tent that should have been pressed, pulling them at will, hunting in the raging snowstorm.

Chen Senran was stunned for a moment, he felt that what he should have seen was a thousand people of the Demacian Fearless Stormtroopers swinging their swords together neatly and precisely like machines, using the most ruthless and swift techniques to draw their swords, and then the blade tore through the body of every unknown attacker, and the blood soaked the entire mountain lawn, and there were corpses everywhere.

This should be the direction of normal scriptplay.

But now this situation ......

"What the hell." Chen Senran couldn't help pinching his eyebrows, such an abrupt and treacherous turn caught him a little off guard, and he was completely manic.

And originally such emotions could not have been on him, you must know that even when he was on a mission, he was discovered in advance by his target and hired a top mercenary group to hunt his team, when they were trapped in a French wine winery, the other party's killing skills were extremely clever, and his subordinates would disappear inexplicably every hour, and death spread to every corner, but he was fighting back while also being interested in tasting the taste and taste of the newly produced red wine.

But now, he wanted to kill people in a manic way, because, little Annie, was gone.

It's like something, it's very important, if it's gone, you won't be able to sleep, you can't eat well, you can't walk, and your eyelids will jump.

"Calm down." At this time, Lao Du obviously saw that Chen Senran's mood was wrong, maybe it was because Chen Senran saw his sword path tonight, so they were already friends, this old guy who never gave Chen Senran a good face on weekdays gave a surprising persuasion.

"Xie Lu, I know it." Chen Senran took a deep breath, trying to cool down his emotions and try to get his mind into the rhythm of the past.

First of all, it didn't take more than fifteen minutes between the time the signal was sent out and when I arrived here, what could happen in fifteen minutes?

It is impossible to kill a thousand people in fifteen minutes until there is not even a scum left, not to mention that those thousand people are all first-class elites, and killing them requires at least more than 10,000 regular troops, even if they are replaced by a thousand ordinary people, and the enemy is replaced by a pervert like Nasus, it is impossible to deal with it so cleanly in a short period of time.

Could it really be the curse of the so-called Frost Queen, and it seems that only a curse can happen to such a supernatural thing?

Chen Senran tried to soothe his nerves with this nonsense speculation, and at the same time cast his gaze to the blood-soaked bloodstains that even the monstrous snow could not hide under the dark magical light.

There was blood, a lot of blood, and I had smelled a strong smell of blood before, which meant that there had indeed been a short but fierce battle here, and there must have been deaths.

But there was not a single corpse at the scene, which means that the corpse was quickly disposed of, so the number of dead would not be too many, so the answer is that either the thousand people were directly captured along with little Anne.

Either that, the 1,000 men retreated with Anne.

The former result is unlikely, because those thousand elites, not to mention strength, are not allowed to be captured with their pride alone.

Then it is a retreat, in that case, Chen Senran put down his snack slightly.

But what kind of terrifying attack did it encounter, so that a thousand people would choose to resist for such a short time, and even wait for Chen Senran to come back and choose to retreat directly?

What's even more strange is that the attackers didn't do any damage to the camp, only gathered the corpses that might reveal their identities and quietly left.

What are they, or what are their intentions? Just to get those thousand people back, the benefit is not proportional to their painstaking attack.

And this hill, apart from the entrance, the only place you can escape is......

Follow the staircase that spans the mountain to the other side of the mountain.

The former palace of the Frost Queen.

If these conditions are combined...... Chen Senran's heart couldn't help but cast a shadow, which made the speculation that he had only used to self-mediate before resurface.

What curse is it really the Frost Queen? Or is it the Frost Queen's ghost that controls her ghost army to drive everyone who comes here to her palace and let her suck souls for eternal life?

If it is a ghost army, then it is really possible to avoid those thousand Demacians for fifteen minutes.

At this time, Chen Senran and Lao Du finally walked to the camp, and he directly squatted down to observe the blood stains that had been frozen.

Ghosts don't bleed, do they...... And judging from the distribution of the blood on the ground, it is basically a very neat line.

Chen Senran had killed many people, and he knew that such a bleeding wound could only be cut out by a sword, or a very fast sword, and he could even imagine the neatness of those long swords hitting the vital point with one sword.

So most of the blood here is shed by the attackers.

In other words, the opponent's individual combat capability is not strong, but relies on numerical superiority......

With the advantage of numbers, Chen Senran suddenly raised his head and looked at the dense openings on the mountain walls hidden in the darkness.

It's just that the darkness is deep, the wind and snow are even wilder, and there is no death silence there.

"Is there a result?" Lao Du interrupted Chen Senran's distraction.

"They must have gone over there." Chen Senran took a deep breath and pointed to the other side of the mountain, the majestic palace hidden in the darkness, which could no longer see the face clearly, even if it was so far away, he could faintly feel a deep sense of oppression, and the heart that he had just let go of a little bit lifted it again.

After all, the old ghost of Karthas had been talking about the horror of that palace before he left, and now the girl was in there......

"There...... What's there? Lao Du looked at the side in the direction of Chen Senran's hand, he almost subconsciously asked, his tone was a little uncertain, he seemed to feel powerful, and he seemed to feel nothingness.

"There......" Chen Senran obviously heard the uncertainty in Lao Du's words, and he knew that this old guy with almost Taoist sword skills must have felt something like Karthas, "There is a long story. ”

The answer "a long story......" surprised Lao Du.

"Let's go." Chen Senran stood up and prepared to move forward.

At this time, Lao Du suddenly turned his head and looked at the mountain wall on the left, and his quick reaction was like being stabbed in the back.

He seemed to be looking for something, and from Chen Senran's point of view, under the dark magic lamp, his eyes emitted a flickering light in the night.

"How?" Chen Senran paused and frowned.

Could it be ......

"Nothing, let's go." Lao Du shook his head and began to walk forward.

Chen Senran glanced at the mountain wall again, and finally shook his head and didn't think about it anymore, no matter what, the most important thing now is to see little Annie first and make sure she is safe.

Then, any other problem, it's not a problem.

After three breaths, the whole mountain was silent again, except for the magic stones in the camp that emitted a faint light, reflecting the treacherous shadows of the buildings.

A rickety figure sneakily walked out of the overlapping shadows, as if looking at Chen Senran in the direction they were leaving.

"King, why didn't we kill them just now, Locke hasn't eaten human flesh for a long time." He swallowed as he spoke, and the dark magic lamp illuminated his ugly face, with red hair, pointed ears, a long nose, and a thick, frosty dark blue skin.

It's a typical humanoid.

"Idiot." A huge dark blue mallet flew out of the dark snow and slammed into the head of the guy named Locke, and a humanoid with the same face also came out of the darkness, "If you want to die early, I don't mind giving you to the queen first." ”

"Oh, great Trandel, my king, don't do that, Locke just casually, yes, whatever he wants." Locke begged for mercy as he touched his dying-sore head.

The alien creature named Trandel, who was the king, picked up the mallet, and he didn't answer Locke again, but rubbed the huge blue mallet and looked at the night on the other side of the mountain.

"A great sacrifice." He sang it in a strange and long tone, like the roar of some kind of giant beast.

The sound echoed through the entire mountain lawn along the cold wind, and as the sound spread, countless scarlet eyes were exposed from the darkness.

Countless voices sang this great hymn.

It's not dawn yet.

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I'm tired.

Ask for a ticket.