"It's almost time." Lao Du rubbed his fingers that were as smooth as jade, and glanced at Del Xiu on the side.

Under the snowless sky, the Noxian camp was already visible, and the swords in the hands of the soldiers standing on the towers reflected in the rare good sunlight of Freeljord, and even Delsius's eyes ached.

He nodded, and turned to look behind him.

Behind him, seventy-eight Demacian stormtroopers dressed in Noxian scout suits stood, silent.

"Do you remember everything?" Delsius's gaze swept over every detail of them, trying to find some big flaws.

Seventy-eight men neatly slit their throats with one palm, the most standard Noxian military salute.

This is Lao Du's plan, let his own people disguised as Noxian scouts infiltrate the enemy first, waiting for the opportunity to cooperate with the outside, a very simple but deadly plan.

Because Lao Du ...... It is the person who once approached the soul of the Noxus military department.

On the way, he told the seventy-eight people all the most crucial things about the Noxus scouts, and as long as they remembered the most crucial things, then even the almost demonic General Burnham of Noxus would never be able to tell the difference.

Thinking of the last sentence of Lao Du's words, Del Xiu's eyes that had been cold for many years had a little more warmth, and his gaze swept over the faces of young or vicissitudes, many of them had fought side by side with him for many years, many of them still had the childishness and the smell of the sun on the west coast of Demacia, many of them would survive and many would die.

War always kills, and Delsius is definitely not the kind of person who can't see death, but today, here, under the rare sunlight of Freljord, he suddenly remembered that when he first went to the battlefield at the age of fifteen, and rushed to those whizzing swords, the sun was so good.

So instead of shouting long live Demacia, he said, "Take care." He hopes that this time maybe there will be fewer deaths because of Lao Du, so that many people can go home and see their girls.

Seventy-eight men were silent in replying with the supreme Demacian chest-beating salute, and seventy-eight fists slammed heavily on their breastplates.

The sun is quietly setting in the west.

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With the help of the surrounding Demacians, Tedamir pulled his body out of the deep snow with great difficulty, and while slapping the snow on his body, he spat out the snowflakes in his mouth and shouted: "What a damn bad luck, where is that bastard named Jace, I want to cut off his head." ”

"You mean Jace?" Galen's spread brow furrowed again, but his physical strength was so depleted that he couldn't help but cough violently.

"yes, it's that damn guy, if it weren't for the sudden explosion of his Diodya Mercury cannon, I would have been buried in the snow, but fortunately Lao Tzu has rough skin and thick flesh......" Tydamir didn't know if he was a little nervous after being blown up, or if he was already very wordy, and he stopped talking to himself, "I don't know what happened to Ash......

"Mercury Cannon......" Galen forcibly suppressed his cough, read the name again, his eyelids jumped, he really didn't expect it to be the problem of Mercury's cannon.

Unexpectedly, the big killing weapon that was originally used to control the enemy almost ruined his own big thing, and Jace really didn't succeed enough to fail.

Galen's heart was on fire, and he couldn't help but start coughing again.

"You don't matter, do you?" Tydamir finally discovered Galen's injury, even if he stood a little far before, he was overwhelmed by Olaf's blow, you can imagine how much pressure Galen was on Olaf.

"It's fine." Galen was not an ordinary person after all, and he quickly suppressed his emotions, but the hand holding the big sword trembled slightly, revealing his incomparable weakness, "Can you still fight?" ”

"Okay." Tydamir was no fool, and although he had been cursing haphazardly, he had already seen the whole situation in his eyes, and he did not say a word about Galen's mixing of his men into the army of resistance.

"I'll leave it to you." Galen's hand trembled more and more, and the cough couldn't stop bursting out again, "Ash, I'll look for them......"

"Then what if Olaf ......" Tydamir reacted quickly, he saw Galen and thought of the barbarian like Thor, "I'm afraid you can't do it......" He didn't mention a word about Jes, although he was still clamoring to kill him last moment, but he knew the stakes well, and he believed that Galen would give him an explanation.

"If you can't manage so much, if you can't stabilize the front, it's completely over." When Galen heard Tedamir say this, not only did his opinion of Tedamir change again, but he began to feel that the barbarian man in front of him was able to gain a foothold in this snowy field, not only by his invincibility in chasing three thousand Noxians alone, but also by a wise heart.

"Don't die." Tedamir laughed, pulled out a fierce long knife from the deep snow, and dragged it all the way, pulling up a snowy mist that rushed into the sky.

He shouted at the crowd, "Now, they can die." ”

Such provocative and crazy words suddenly made the situation that had already fallen into a death battle boil again.

When the warriors belonging to the barbarian clan heard the voice of their king, they instantly roared like chicken blood. Originally, some of the people in the back of the queue rushed to the front line with the crowd when they didn't want to die, and some people directly threw the big knife in their hands out of the gang.

Tedamir's laughter was even louder, and he hammered the muscles in his chest hard, whining the broadsword in his hand, "This is going to be a massacre." ”

The originally fierce Noxians were stunned by the madness of the coalition forces, and their long knife wielding arms slowed down and hesitated, and the ferocity that they had been carrying along the charge was not much left.

And they hadn't broken out of the mouth of the canyon even a yard away.

The dead bodies had already accumulated on the ground, and more were flesh and blood that had been crushed in countless collisions, and the flesh seeped into the snow, red blood, white snow, bright and hideous.

The charge continued, and the shield formation of the Demacians had long been shattered by the countless rounds of onslaught, and the first wave had risen up, and behind them, the laughter of Tedamir was already very close.

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