Myself...... Make a choice.

In the long night, the fighting continued, and the low roars of the people mixed with the sound of blades slicing muscles and bones were bits and pieces like a nightmare.

The wind picked up again on a long snowy night.

Ezreal carried his delicate Hex's mechanical arm, looking from Sejuani to Galen, and from Galen to Sejuani, not moving for a long time.

"You still haven't figured out how to choose?" Sejuani didn't charge like Galen, but still stood at the junction of light and shadow, "Why don't I help you?" ”

Ezreal still didn't answer, he stood in the dark night wind and snow, like a sculpture of steel.

"I count to five." Sejuani slowly stretched out a hand, placing the five fingers of that hand in the light of the fire, "If you don't promise me, Miss Caitlyn's delicate neck will have a beautiful red thread." ”

As her words fell, Olaf cooperated with a large rough axe on Catelyn's delicate neck.

"Sejuani......" Ash tried to say something.

But Sejuani ignored her, she looked at Ezreal, who was still motionless, and said slowly, "Let me see if glory is more important, or ...... Love is more important. ”

"One." Sejuani slowly lowered a finger.

Ezreal could feel Galen looking at him, his keen Hex collector pumping all the information around him into his head.

He didn't go to see Galen.

He knew what to do in theory.

"Two." Sejuani lowered her second finger, and Olaf nonchalantly rubbed his rough axe.

Ezreal hadn't experienced the fierce battle that afternoon, but the aura coming from the rough Northland man made him jealous.

He wasn't absolutely sure he could save Caitlyn before that axe fell.

"Three." Sejuani seemed impatient, glancing at Ezreal and picking at the remaining two fingers.

If you compromise with Sejuani, then save Caitlyn at the same time. He will definitely be listed as a killing target by Demacia.

There were even more things that Ezreal would never want to see.

But if you don't save it......

"Four." Sejuani winked at Olaf.

The axe blade will fall.

Glory......

Still is......

Love and affection.

Love love?

Ezreal sighed suddenly, for the first time in the time he had become the ghost he was now, he sighed seriously like a human being.

"Five ......"

"Uh-" before the last number falls.

Wind chimes move.

Blue arcane energy flowed lightly from Ezreal's hands.

Towards......

Galen's face.

My choice is......

Caitlin.

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I don't know how many times the knife fell.

Maybe 10,000 times, maybe 100,000 times, maybe the millionth time.

Lao Du continued to lift the knife as if he was not tired. Turn around.

Out of the knife.

I don't know how much the sword is as long as I'm alive.

The knife slashed steadily above the pitch-black scabbard.

The darkness remains.

General Burnham still sat in his seat.

Lao Du put away the knife again, not knowing how to stop.

"Aren't you dead yet?" General Burnham finally spoke, sighing as if he was tired of it.

"Are you scared?"

Another knife.

"I just ......" General Burnham frowned, perhaps behind the pitch-black mask, and with a casual wave of his free hand, he swept Delsius, who had approached him cautiously and wanted to sneak up on him in one fell swoop, "I don't like to do repetitive things." ”

Delsius fell heavily to the ground, but his injuries were not serious.

He paused for a moment, then rushed at General Burnham with his knife in hand.

"I'm going to ...... Kill you. He growled under his breath. Run as hard as you can.

Because, the person in front of him is the guy he has always dreamed of killing.

The guy who ruined his whole life.

Burnham. Darkwell.

Come on!!

"Destiny !!" Delsius roared wildly, and unexpectedly slashed the knife in his hand into the infinite darkness with a strong wind.

The sound of the wind should be the same as the knife in Lao Du's hand, like the eve of a violent storm.

"Caroline." Lao Du suddenly stopped the stormy rain of knives, stood in front of Burnham, and slowly raised the knife. Whisper a name in a hoarse but gentle tone that seems to be whispering to a lover.

Caroline.

Presumably his wife's name.

The next moment, he slowly withdrew his knife. Stand and place the knife on your waist like a beginner.

Inhale, carefully adjusting the angle.

Look ahead.

The original meaning of the way of the sword.

Backhand.

Beauty under the moon.

Aluo, you said you liked the name.

I would also like.

Tonight, let's watch it again together-

Let's bloom.

Blooming.

The surging sword light bloomed like a flower from the slowly slashing knife.

This knife was not as fast and sharp as the countless knives that had preceded it, but it was more brilliant than any of the previous swords.

The splendor of this knife made General Burnham finally unable to sit still. He stood up and placed the jet-black sword at his waist.

The left hand holds the scabbard and the right hand holds the hilt.

Squat.

Look directly at the long knife that surged like a flower.

Draw your sword.

Dark as fire.

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Flame as darkness.

The black flame of Rumo surged out of Chen Senran's body like a raging snake, the moment he opened his eyes.

Chen Senran stared at the face in front of him that seemed to be made entirely of frost, and his eyes no longer had the calm and fierceness of the past.

Some are just flickering flickering flickering blood. and madness.

Endless madness.

Endless pitch-black flames spread out from his body, easily devouring the frost that enveloped the entire corridor, and rushed towards Lisandro who still had a hand on Chen Senran's body without stopping.

Pitch-black magic patterns danced on Chen Senran's body.

The frost that had invaded Chen Senran's entire body retreated inch by inch, and pushed inch by inch towards Lisandro's arm.

Lisandro didn't give up, she didn't even glance at the fierce flames around her, she just stared coldly at Chen Senran's violent eyes.

Frost reappears.

The endless frost returned in an instant, and it seemed that it was about to wipe out all the flames.

But at this moment, Chen Senran, who was trapped in the rock, suddenly got up, and almost devastated the rock with the raging black flame, burning the cold.

All of a sudden, it burned straight to the center of Lisandro's eyebrows.

It's like it's going to burn all the way to the sky. (To be continued......)