"Tear--" The blade tore through the night with an unstoppable gesture, tearing apart the flames of the shadows, and finally tearing the throat.

The blood erupted at a speed that had been slowed down by time before the knife taker had taken two full steps before erupting with the corpse that had fallen heavily into the snow.

The night is outlined in a lonely arc.

Without stopping, Delsius picked up the knife in his hand with a drop of blood still sticking to the blade, and pounced directly at the next stupid Noxian soldier hiding in the dark, who thought he was well hidden, and who constantly gasped to reveal his position.

This is the camp of Noxus, the middle part of the old city, after the Demacian soldiers who secretly infiltrated according to Lao Du's method ten minutes ago completely opened the outer passage, the more than 600 strongest elites of Demacia who had been waiting in the snow outside for a whole afternoon began the slaughter in the dark night like a flock of sheep.

Lao Du walked behind Del Xiu with his hands behind his back, he never made a move, but walked with treacherous steps like a ghost, quietly avoiding all killing and blood, and just moving forward.

"What now?" When Delsius had cut off the head of the first man, he finally stopped, and there was no one left in sight to kill.

More killing intent and roaring were far away.

For the time being, there seems to be no direction to attack.

"Go there, don't stay, everything should end there." Lao Du crossed Del Xiu's majestic body without stopping.

His fingers were raised slightly, and in the flickering light of the fire, he pointed to the beast-like fortress in the dark night.

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Galen led the charge over the corpse-made mountains. The open gates were already visible.

And there was no attack on them.

The pair of mechanical arms that had made Tydamir suffer so much in the afternoon were now silent in the darkness of the city as if they were dead. It's like two cannon beasts that have been weathered by time.

"It's a little weird." Tedamir stood at the top of the corpse mountain with his knife in hand, and he frowned slightly as he looked at the high city.

It doesn't make sense.

In the face of such a completely blockable attack. The lame man, who had always been known for his wisdom and ruthlessness, did not make any changes.

He sat in a dark and unknown corner like a silent fortress, watching the mighty army enter his vital hinterland.

"I think it's a little weird, too." Galen picked out a corpse that stood in his way, but his body still hadn't recovered from the terrible battle in the afternoon.

But......

"However, there is no way back." He gasped and raised his sword, his sword humming in the howling wind again, "This battle ......"

"There is no !! to advance"

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"Rise to the storm."

Fierce chain lightning continued to jump in the dark night in such a roar, tearing apart the living flesh of one body after another, and finally returned to a pair of eyes full of wildness.

A bear's eye.

Volibel's eyes.

Volibell licked his blood-stained paws. Carefully little by little, he pulled every strand of flesh off his fingers and claws, rolled it into his mouth, chewing it slowly to prevent a trace of blood from seeping out.

He did it slowly, elegantly, and without a hint of gore at all.

And the barbarian warrior from Winterclaw, who had only rabbits and a full stomach in his head, was the other extreme altogether.

He shouted frantically and waved the long rough knife in his hand, not sparing any living creature that appeared in front of his eyes.

Even later, some were hacked to death by him. He also tirelessly whipped the corpse over and over again with the knife in his hand, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "Happy, happy, to kill your son of a bitch's Noxus, to swallow our great Winter Claws." Dream on, haha......haha

"Almost." Volibell frowned.

"Okay, okay." Winterclaw's ...... Well, let's call him Mr. Rabbit. Mr. Rabbit provoked the poor Noxus, who had turned into meat sauce, and stood up.

He carried a knife and looked at the war hell around him for a long time in the dark night. He asked, "Where are we going now?" ”

"Go to the city gates." Volibell's voice was sober, without a hint of fanaticism. Intent clearly pointed to the flaming gate not far away, "As long as we occupy the gate, we will win half of the day." ”

His eyes were always around the thunder, and his mind was always turning with clarity far beyond mortals.

This bear, really, is a great bear.

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"Squeak-" The new, frost-covered black rock wood gate made a small noise and was pushed open to the fullest extent.

"You're here." The general, who sat at the end of the huge unlit room, emitted a sound from his armor completely covered in frost, large enough to permeate every corner.

There was no surprise in his voice, and there seemed to be a smile.

Expect a smile of surprise.

"I'm coming." The man, whose arm had been completely eroded by the magic pattern, slowly walked into the frosty room and sat down on the same chair that had been sat by another terrible woman a few magic hours ago.

Chen Senran came.

Although his heart was already crazy and almost burned his whole body, his voice at the moment was calm without a trace of trembling.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be the flame of hope that has troubled me for a long time, Master Yi's second disciple, Chen Senran." The man in the armor still supported his head, and sighed in a voice that seemed to affect the entire world, "I didn't expect it to be you, I really surprised me." ”

Although he was talking about accidents, there was not much surprise in his words.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the supreme ruler of all of Noxus, the man who killed my teacher, the legendary immortal who lived for hundreds of years, Burnham. General Darkwell is gone. Chen Senran replied without hesitation.

At this moment, he faced the man he had sworn to kill, but instead of drawing his sword, he quietly read the other party's life.

It's like a solemn declaration of war.

"It's an old tradition to chant each other's wisdom before a duel." General Burnham said this, but did not move, "Someone asked me to stop you." ”

"I know it, I can feel the breath of her staying here."

"Good." The general, who was nostalgic for the ancient tradition, sighed and smiled, "Chen Senran, you are a fearless and brave person, just like your teacher, I will let you die like him...... Great. ”

The last big word fell, and the frost in the entire room suddenly began to melt. (To be continued......)