Beneath the table heights, the slaughter continues, and a bloody opera of blue-and-white tulips and a sea of black roses is still unfolding.

The sound of swords clashing, bones and flesh being cut and torn was fiercer than the wind.

The boundless shadow of the dreadnought's greatsword swirled as Galen swirled, like an unstoppable hurricane, shuttling through the endless sea of black roses, and no one could stop him, Galen's blade was a place of shattered blades and dead Noxians.

The corpses piled up all the way, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and from Chen Senran's point of view, it was like countless black petals scattered into mud.

It's just that the enemies are still pouring towards Galen, and the sea of flowers is endless. But Galen's sword was turning slower and slower, and his footsteps were also a little sluggish, obviously, under the terrible toxin and the long time of killing, and the inevitable pain of killing, Galen would not last long.

The Noxians, of course, saw this, and they charged with greater speed and with more forceful swords.

Countless black roses once again surrounded the blue-white tulips that were dying like a boat churning in the sea and capsizing at any moment.

The swords collided again, and the cold air was scorching for a moment, and sparks flew everywhere.

Once again, the blue-and-white tulips stubbornly repelled the devouring black roses, and Galen once again slashed the necks of a dozen Noxians who were eager to kill him with his dreadnought greatsword.

More than a dozen heads rose to the sky, and it seemed that they had returned again in vain.

Only this time, Galen never fought his way out of the bloody road with the power of murder as before, he finally stopped the hurricane-like spin, knelt on the ground, and gasped deeply.

This time, he really didn't have any more strength, those hidden toxins could no longer be suppressed, they began to rage and gallop in his body again, his chest was stagnant, it was difficult to breathe, and the small wound on his left chest that had just been pulled out by the knife and was only a few dozen microyards that he usually didn't care about, at this moment, it hurt so much that the nerves in his whole body spasmed.

"Is it going to end?" Galen gasped and barely raised his head to look around, and the members of the Noxus Assassination Team only had a slight pause before they surrounded like locusts, and countless long knives had even covered the sky.

Farther away, the reinforcing Noxian soldiers had finally broken through the line of defense he had held so far, and the slaughter was about to begin.

The only thing to be thankful for is that most of the Alvarosa who have come to reinforce have begun to quickly assemble in front of the weakened Demacians after discovering that the bow and arrow are completely unable to stop the Noxians, and they will take the place of Galen as the last line of defense to buy the last time for the Demacians who have withdrawn to the Table Heights as soon as possible.

Seeing this, Galen couldn't help but smile tiredly.

The next moment, his last trace of vision was also covered by those long knives, and his eyes were full of black.

The blue-white tulips are about to be completely swallowed by the black sea of flowers.

The snow was still heavy.

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As the brutal and bloody grand opera draws to a close, the people who save the world finally reach the place of redemption they have planned.

A boot on the only snowy road leading to the top of the mountain, this is a boot full of rigor, whether it is the unique and precisely calculated genius design that can reduce the wind resistance generated when running, or the kind of leather that has been made through a complex process that will never enter the water and stay warm forever, all of them are full of science.

If you ask a shoemaker where these boots come from, they'll tell you in no uncertain terms that this damn thing must come from that goddamn Piltover place.

And the owner of the boot, a man who definitely came from Piltover and who had the word science throughout his life, was holding up a golden hammer with strange patterns all over his body and one eye closed, as if he was measuring something.

"Hey, I say, can you stop fiddling with your broken hammer?" Just then, a discordant voice rang out behind him.

It was a woman who spoke, a woman with two huge mechanical fists in both hands, and the workmanship of those two mechanical fists was definitely far more than the boots on the man's feet. But the strange thing is that there is nothing wrong with such a pair of fierce and precise fist gloves on the woman who is obviously one size smaller, but it is as harmonious as her fists should be like this.

This woman's tone is impulsive, and the tone of her speech is swift and sharp, giving the impression that if you don't do her word, she will definitely put her two terrifying fists in your face in the next moment, full of a kind of arrogance to say nothing.

"Yes, my lady." For such an obvious rude behavior, the man just smiled, he put down the steel hammer in his hand, and bowed slightly, fully showing the generosity of a gentleman.

"Mr. Jace, please forgive her for being rude, I'm sorry for that." Just as the man bowed slightly, another woman spoke.

The woman fell behind the most luke, crouching down at the moment to check something on the snow.

For the woman who was said to be rude by this woman, the woman with a huge iron fist shrugged her shoulders, and her face showed a helpless expression of okay, you are really a good person, but she didn't say anything more, it seemed that she had some scruples about that woman.

"Did you find anything, Miss Caitlin?" The man known as Jace shook his head and said it didn't matter, he looked at the woman who was still bowing his head and whispered, he could clearly feel that his words this time were not as polite as before, but more of a heartfelt kindness, obviously quite fond of the woman with her head down.

"The footprints are still fresh." The woman with her head bowed and the woman called Caitlyn raised her head and wiped the snow off her hands, "I can tell that the time to reach is about a magic hour, they should have already started, we have to speed up, I don't know how Ezreal ......" After saying the most, Caitlyn straightened the little purple top hat on her head, and couldn't help but look into the distance.

"Ahem, ahem......" Jace couldn't help but cough as he watched Caitlyn wander, "I've just calculated, it's impossible to level it directly from here." ”

"Yes......" Caitlyn came back to her senses as soon as he interrupted, "...... then"

Just as she was about to go, a savage, rough voice came from above the slope.

"Okay, the damn guy is finally here." With this arrogant announcement, a scarlet figure strolled down from above.

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It's still written.