In the vast corridor, the sound of footsteps echoed constantly.

Delsius ran at the forefront with his sword in hand, Lao Du followed, and more Demacian stormtroopers fell firmly behind them like silent blades, ready to strike at any moment.

They made their way from the middle of the battlefield, avoiding most of the skirmishes, and finally entered the fortress through a side door.

They had been running inside the fortress for a full five minutes, and strangely, not a single one came out to stop them.

The whole huge fortress felt as if it were dead, and only their footsteps sounded.

"Something is wrong." Turning another corner, Delsius stopped his steps, and he frowned as he looked at the longer corridor ahead, "It shouldn't be. ”

"No, it shouldn't." Lao Du stopped behind him, also looking at the endless corridor, and whispered, "Svein......"

What was Svein, the lame man who had suddenly appeared in the centuries of Noxus' savage history, the lame man who was forever standing in the shadows?

"Let's ......" Just as Delsius was about to say something, he suddenly turned his head to look at a corner of the wall that was closed by heavy stones, where ......

"Do you smell it?" He asked.

"You smell it too?" Lao Du asked rhetorically without refuting and looked at the corner as well.

That taste......

It's really nostalgic.

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The fire at the gate of the city burned very high.

Volibell roared and slapped the heads of the two guys rushing at him in half.

The fighting power of these guys made him frown deeply, and although he killed them with a single blow, he himself suffered two solid stabs from them.

The kind of ferocious blade that was enough to break through his thick, sturdy fur that even thunder could hardly hurt. It really made him a little jealous.

He didn't know where these people came from, and he didn't know which force they belonged to. They were dressed in Noxian scout outfits and appeared like a group of ghosts.

Fortunately, their numbers are scarce. Otherwise, it will be a great obstacle tonight.

Now it's just a matter of killing them as fast as you can, and then taking the city gates.

"Torah—" Volibel thought as the bloodthirsty Mr. Rabbit slashed an unknown warrior as swift as the wind at the cost of his own wounds.

Several Noxian officers who had remained at the gates of the city were happy to see that the Toucheng army, which was supposed to be part of them, had come to their aid.

As a result, he was hacked to death by Mr. Rabbit without blinking his eyes, and Mr. Rabbit spat a mouthful of cold saliva, and cursed happily that the dog mongrel was about to pounce on the other side again to commit massacre.

"Alright." Volibel is a bit of a headache for his partner, and he doesn't look like a human at all.

The priority now is to occupy a favorable geographical position, not to kill people.

Just when he was a little impatient to grab Mr. Rabbit's shoulder. As he calmed him down, he suddenly felt a tingling in the back of his neck.

Enemy attack.

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Far away in the mountains.

The snow-filled place of Freljord.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened in the dim moonlit night, emitting a yellow glow like flames.

Rengar opened his eyes and awoke from his endless sleep.

It's this feeling again, it's this feeling of wanting to control your whole body.

What the hell is it, what kind of dog mongrel dares to do this?

"Roar—" The strong thought eroded the raging Rengar had to hug his head again, but it didn't help.

Although his strength is strong enough to destroy a mountain with ease.

But in the face of this crisis that erupts directly in the body, there is nothing he can do.

He felt every nerve in his body being pulled like crazy, and he felt like he was sinking into an abyss that he couldn't struggle with.

He involuntarily stood up from the ground. As if enchanted, he began to move in a direction he didn't want to go at all.

"What the hell ......" has always been the unstoppable overlord of the snow-capped mountains since he can remember, and at this moment he can only yell weakly at the whole sky, "What is it?" ”

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Time turned back to the moment when Chen Senran broke out of his shell.

Chen Senran opened his eyes, and the surging demon patterns seemed to rush directly out of his skin. Blazing.

The darkness that had been crushed to pieces was still falling, and the original darkness that no longer devoured everything all the time did not immediately surround Chen Senran.

General Burnham seemed to have discovered some new continent, and he had lost his previous killing intent. Instead, he commanded the darkness around him with great interest, and greeted Chen Senran with a strong sense of temptation.

As a result, it naturally did not cause any trouble to Chen Senran. Even because General Burnham was so light, the darkness didn't even touch him. It was torn to pieces.

At this moment, Chen Senran seemed to have lost all consciousness, and only the frenzied black beam of light like a flame was burning in his eyes, and he no longer had the absolute calmness he had in the past.

His whole body trembled, in the air, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon.

"Windfall." General Burnham said this, not stopping his temptation.

He propped his head and manipulated the darkness to begin to increase his strength little by little, attacking slowly at the beginning, and then attacking swiftly like sharp arrows at the very end.

Step by step, it's like you're doing some kind of experiment.

However, Chen Senran really didn't know what kind of state Lu Dao had reached at this moment, and those non-stop attacks couldn't cause him any damage at all.

On the contrary, he himself trembled more and more, and with those magic patterns that were also swimming faster and faster, his whole person seemed to explode directly.

"Tear-" The dark temptation finally evolved to the point of terrifying materialization, and the darkness condensed into the shape of a spear cut through the stagnant air and stabbed straight towards Shen Yi's eyebrows.

This time, the invisible protection around Chen Senran's body could no longer be stopped, and the spear was like tearing a thin dress, and it easily broke through the defense line.

"Brush-" In an instant, the tip of the spear had reached an inch in front of Chen Senran's eyebrows.

At this critical moment, Chen Senran finally stopped shaking his whole body, and his hand instantly grasped the life-killing spear at a completely impossible speed, no longer allowing it to move forward.

The darkness froze for another moment. (To be continued......)

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