Inside the door is a corridor.

A corridor that does not belong to any other style on the continent like the gate, it does not have the gorgeous and delicate openwork windows of the west coast of Demacia, the open ceiling covered with ivy and invincible sunlight, nor the savage aesthetic of the noxus that hangs the walls with hideous axes and swords, nor does it have the magical technology design of Piltover who used to decorate the walls of the corridor with mechanical parts.

It was rough and rudimentary, like a deep cavern that had been eroded by time, and there was nothing but the thick snow-like dust that had accumulated here for hundreds of years without being disturbed by people.

The cave is long.

Chen Senran and Lao Du walked for five minutes, but they still didn't see the exit, and through the little fire in their fingertips, they saw nothing but the endless darkness in the distance, but the sky was full of dust.

The cave is stuffy.

In the deep cave, there is no sound except for the slight sound of feet stepping on the heavy dust in the ground, dull and weird, like walking in a decaying tomb that has been sleeping for hundreds of years.

I have to say that this is really a bad enough bad place, Chen Senran can't imagine what it would be like for the little girl to walk here without herself.

The only thing that is thankful is that the footprints are not lost, and although there is no snow in the cave, the footprints can still spread on the heavy dust.

"Did you find out?" At this time, Lao Du, who had been walking side by side with him, suddenly spoke, breaking the dullness and dead silence of the entire cave.

"The footprints are starting to become irregular." Although Chen Senran has been worried about little Annie, his observation has not weakened, but has become more detailed.

In fact, he had discovered this situation since before the breath, and the footprints in front of him were very neat, except for the small footprints that obviously belonged to little Annie, which were particularly conspicuous, the other footprints were the kind of front and back feet closely connected, one footprint overlapped by one footprint, except for the difference in the size of the foot, it was almost as if one person had stepped on it.

This fully shows the well-trained elite of the thousand Demacia, and also indirectly tells Chen Senran that their state is normal, so little Anne should be safe.

But just before he breathed, he found that the footprints were no longer neat, and all the footprints were mixed together, as if a group of people were walking aimlessly, and judging from the messy magnitude of those footprints, those people were still walking a little inexplicably.

This was an extremely dangerous signal, which meant that they had encountered an unknown attack, and Chen Senran believed that it was impossible for the group of Demacian men to lose their pace by the exchange of swords.

Only a mental assault can make them confused.

After all, no matter how strong their wills are as steel, they are also human beings.

Under the curse of the legendary Queen of Frost......

Thinking of this, Chen Senran didn't dare to think about it anymore, he just wanted to go faster, his breath was completely chaotic, his barely suppressed mania broke out again, he roared and ran wildly, the flames of his whole body condensed to his legs again, and the sudden burst of power brought a raging storm in the dull tomb.

He couldn't hold his breath any longer, he had to rush out of this damn place in the shortest possible time, and then shout the name of little Annie.

He didn't care so much anymore, he had thought that shouting might cause unknown dangers in the darkness, but it had put little Anne in danger.

Now, he just wanted the girl to hear his voice and tell her, I'm coming.

Lao Du didn't say a word, he also followed Chen Senran and ran, his previous consumption of vitality also recovered a little at the moment, his speed was enough to keep up with Chen Senran, his hand quietly clenched the unsheathed knife hidden in his arms.

Beauty under the moon.

A bloody battle.

In the long, dreary cavern, two men ran towards the darkness that could lead to hell.

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The end of the corridor finally appeared in Chen Senran's eyes, the little flame on his fingertips had long since been extinguished, so he could clearly see the dim moonlight that appeared in the boundless darkness ahead.

The bright light seemed to be the first ray of light when the heavens and the earth first opened, breaking through all the gloom and panic, making Chen Senran breathe a sigh of relief.

But before his breath could completely dissipate from his throat, he swallowed the remaining half of his breath back.

For he saw a man, a man in blue-white armor, lying in the only moonlight, and the pale moonlight illuminated his dead face, pale as a statue.

A member of Demacia's Dreadnought Stormtroopers, the man who was supposed to protect little Annie.

Chen Senran's footsteps stopped abruptly in front of the statue, he squatted down, staring at the face that was originally as cold as a knife and now had no trace of life, "Where is Annie?" ”

The other party did not respond, although his eyes were open, it was as if he did not see himself at all, his eyes were full of blank hollowness, and he looked directly at the dusty wall opposite, as if there was some truth there.

Without hesitation, Chen Senran grabbed the opponent's armor and slapped the opponent's face hard, that kind of force was an unreserved full blow, and even made the opponent's face make a slight cracking sound.

Such a blow made the corners of his mouth start to bleed, and he finally had a slight reaction, he didn't seem to feel pain, just looked at Chen Senran with empty eyes.

"Cold ......" After a long time, he finally squeezed a cold word out of his throat, the kind of dry and painful trilling to the extreme, which made the air around him three points colder.

Chen Senran was not satisfied with this answer at all, he raised his hand again, he didn't care at all whether his slap would kill the Demacian in front of him, he just wanted to stimulate his nerves with more force, so that he could be awake even for a moment.

Just when his palm was about to bombard the face of the Demacian again, Chen Senran inexplicably felt a coldness, and he subconsciously threw the Demacian to the ground, as if throwing a poisonous snake that might jump up and bite him at any time.

The next moment, a layer of frost poured out of the empty eyes of the Demacian man, spreading and freezing his entire body.

He slammed into the wall behind him, shaking off the dust from it, revealing a corner of the wall carved with frost, which in the broken moonlight looked hideous like the teeth of a devil.

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Sleep went and continued to compensate for sleep.

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