The snow-covered Noxus fortress roared through the cracks in the narrow valley passage and rushed straight into Jace's pale blue pupils.

He tightened the tactile Hex metal grip in his hand, and pressed his eyes to the intricate aiming marks on the Hex metal handle, and began to make the most subtle adjustments.

The rare midday sun of Freljord set from the horizon, stretching from the fortress at the end of the horizon to Jace's eyes, connecting his eyes, the intricate lines of sight, and the fortress that was almost impossible to take down in a straight line.

With the slightest adjustment of Jace's fingers, the fortress that had to be breached was completely encased in Jace's attack scope.

"What is this?" Galen glanced at the weapon in Jace's hand, the weapon that was transformed from his original golden hammer, the main body has not changed much, but the position of the hammer head has changed from the original two ends flat to the middle abruptly raised, and the sides slide like knives, which looks like a kind of war javelin many years ago.

Other than that, it doesn't seem to be any different.

Galen rubbed the rough hilt of the dreadnought greatsword in his hand and redirected his gaze to the silent snow-covered fortress in the distance.

The sun was about to rise in the sky, and the coalition forces totaling 34,000 men had set up in front of the canyon where the decisive battle had begun, and 34,000 swords whined in the howling cold wind.

Everything is ready to go.

All the bettors have already placed their bets before the final game, just waiting for the moment when the dice shakes.

"Mercury's Cannon." Jace kept one eye open and the other closed, maintaining that aiming stance, and said unhurriedly in a tone that bordered on rigidity, "The latest achievement of Hex's combination of deformed metal and compressed energy weapons, my work. When he said the latter sentence, Jace did not use his usual pride hidden under the appearance of a gentleman, his tone was flat, precise, concise, without the slightest hint of pretend elegance.

That kind of purity gave his whole person a different kind of flashy focus, making him look like a real scientist for the first time.

"Hmm......" Galen replied noncommittally, obviously he was not too interested in the latest achievements of compressed energy weapons, after all, he was a pure soldier, many years ago he was a ranger, so he believed that the sword in his hand relied more on the so-called emerging magic technology, so he immediately asked, "Straight to the point, what about Ezreal?" ”

From morning to now, the other bettors have already arrived, except for Ezreal, who said last night that he wanted to give Galen what he wanted to see, has not appeared for a long time.

Jace's face sank, he pursed his lips and didn't speak, his eyes were more focused on the front, as if the whole person had completely entered the state.

The scene was suddenly awkward, but it was fortunate that the other Mrs. Piltworth, who had been silent at this time, Miss Caitlin, spoke, looking at the nearby mountain barrier, and said with some hesitation, "He...... I'm on the other side of the mountain. ”

You could hear a heavy worry in her tone, and it was clear that the Piltover policewoman who was in Ezreal's mood was worried.

This made Jace's face even more ugly, and he snorted and gripped the weapon in his hand even harder.

"You mean, he sneaked in?" Galen didn't care about Jace's face, he was a little surprised, more surprised, this is really what he wants to see the most, it's really a relief in the snow.

"Well, he'......" Catelyn tried to say something more, but only shook her head and said nothing.

He ...... "Galen wanted to say something about Ezreal's strength enough to kill a thousand people with one blow, and he would definitely be fine, but when he thought that behind that fortress, there were countless Noxian elites, and even more Svein was in charge, and there were more unknown Noxian powerhouses lurking in the shadows.

So he didn't say anything in the end.

Because it was too cruel, if he was lucky one day, someone told Caterina to rest assured, Galen was invincible, and he would be fine, and the fierce woman would definitely blow his head.

Thinking of this, Galen suddenly admired the dead and silent man like a machine, although he had almost killed Caterina and was an enemy, but he was able to make such a decisive and decisive choice in such a short time, even Galen sighed to himself, and he was really a respectable opponent.

"Shall we wait first?" Ash tugged at the string of his ice bow so that it could be in the best possible condition.

"Or does our great General Galen want my men to die first?" Reluctantly, she yawned, shook off her hand holding the hammer, smashed the heavy cold hammer on the snow, and said with infinite sarcasm.

"You think I wouldn't dare?" Galen didn't show Sejuani a good look at all, he didn't know what the idea of this now vexatious woman was, but she must have felt that she had begun to kill him without concealing it.

"Someone came out." Tedamir interrupted the two men's gunpowder-filled rivalry, and pointed his long knife at the head of the snow-covered fortress.

On the head of the city, the first thing that appeared was a bull horn helmet, the material of the helmet was not the common iron in the world, but some privately mined iron ore, the color was deep and cold, revealing a hard taste, the workmanship was very simple and rough, it was a model of only seeking to form and not to look good, and the pair of horns inlaid on the top of the helmet was a good color on the top of the real North Freljord Ox King, even if it was so far away, you could vaguely feel the coldness of the cold light reflected by the pair of horns.

A classic Northland helmet.

Beneath the helmet was a face, a face that showed tenacity and perseverance from the forehead, muscles like stones, eyes that seemed to hide the sea, and yellow whiskers that flew in the air like flames.

A classic Northland face.

"Lockfar's Berserker ......" Galen had traveled all over the continent in the past, and naturally he could recognize the identity of the other party from the horned helmet and the iconic beard of the canopy, so he was looking at Sejuani when he said this.

Apparently this is her old ministry.

"It's Olaf, Olaf the first Lockefa." The corners of Sejuani's mouth, which had been still wearing sarcasm, were lowered, and her eyes flashed with a complicated light.

"Lockefar...... first" Galen didn't delve into the complexity in Sejuani's eyes, he was about to say something more.

Above the city, the wild man staring at the horned helmet suddenly jumped from the top of the city.

Yes, he jumped down, so easily and easily that he jumped from the top of the city twenty yards high.

"Bang-" There was silence in the room, except for the roar of the man who claimed to be the number one in North Freljord.

He shook his head slightly, then slowly raised his head before the thousands of troops, and did not speak, but raised the two crude and hideous axes in his hands, and pointed at Galen's head, the only piece of high ground beyond the canyon.

A classic Northlander's provocative approach.

No one spoke, and everyone looked at him with incredible eyes.

Jace was watching him too, in his scope.

When everyone stopped paying attention to the latest magic technology, and were shocked by the savagery and power of the flesh, Jace quietly pulled the trigger.

Mercury's Cannon, fired.

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The first update, there will be a second update.

It's sleepy though.