"Long time no see, Lisandro."

Even time was frozen in the dark room, and suddenly a low voice sounded, it was the voice of General Burnham, who had long been frozen into an ice sculpture, and there seemed to be a smile in his voice, and that kind of laughter was like the joy of being alone for many years, and suddenly seeing an old friend from a long time ago.

With laughter, the frost that covered the surface of General Burnham's jet-black armor began to crack inch by inch.

"It's been a long time...... "The woman sitting at the other end of the long table holding the girl like a virgin is the frost queen Lisandro who Chen Senran is crazy and wants to catch up, she watched those frosts fall from General Burnham's body layer by layer, without any fear and worry, her pair of ice-blue eyes that seem to have infinite ice and snow flowing without blinking, like an eternal glacier.

"Two hundred years......," after a pause, Lisandro let out a long sigh, and there was no anger or sorrow in that sigh, but only the flow of those two hundred years that was enough to kill anyone...... Lonesome.

"What happened back then...... General Burnham still held his head motionless, still withered by the frost on his body, he seemed to feel the loneliness everywhere, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry." ”

"Sorry, did it work?" Lisandro's tone was still calm, without the slightest excess, and she just sat in that chair, looking at General Burnham, not angry, not crazy, but the words came out of one that made people completely unable to refute it, as if it were the final decision, the truth.

That kind of imperial power, even if it is as strong as General Burnham, it is a stagnant.

The room was even colder, and even the frost that was falling off General Burnham condensed again.

"Your daughter?" General Burnham no longer dwelled on the subject, but shifted the conversation to the little girl in Lisandro's arms.

The little girl is pink and delicate, and she is a big beauty, but at the moment, her face is full of frost, her lips are white, and she looks like she is dying, so she is naturally Little Annie.

"What do you think?" Lisandro didn't seem to have the slightest interest in talking to Burnham about this, and then stopped talking.

"What do you mean?" Of course, General Burnham knew that the girl must not be Lisandro's daughter, but he knew that the other party was holding a girl in his arms with the spark of her natural rival in his body, and it must not be for fun.

"I know that you have turned against them, and now that they are sitting big, you must be unhappy." Lisandro said it was something completely irrelevant, "So, you need me." ”

"You're well-informed." General Burnham was noncommittal, as if sensing that the conversation had reached the point, and did not pay any attention to the little girl who must have some kind of problem, and after a moment of silence, he said, "But you must know that even if I am not happy, at least there are thousands of people who can die for me, and you are no longer there, you are just one person." ”

"So, I need you too." Lisandro was the first to give his answer without waiting for General Burnham to conclude.

This surprised General Burnham a little, and he sighed and slowly raised his head, as if trying to see again whether the one sitting across from him was the uncompromising Emperor of Freljord.

He didn't speak again, waiting for Lisandro's reply.

"I can work with you." Lisandro said what Burnham wanted to hear, "But you have to do something for me first." ”

"You say." General Burnham was still noncommittal, he didn't really like to bargain with people.

"Someone is chasing me, for her." Lisandro finally turned the conversation back to little Anne in her arms.

"So what?" Burnham didn't think that there were other people who could be rare than those few people, and although the system of Origin Flame was rare, it should not belong to those few people.

"You help me stop him, but don't kill him." Lisandro spoke of strange conditions, but not excessively.

So Burnham didn't refuse, "Yes." ”

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The flesh and the sword collided with each other fiercely, and the sound of the flesh colliding with the sound of the sword entering the flesh was piercing and sour.

No one is willing to give a step, and everyone is desperately moving forward.

Life is meaningless here, and in this war meat grinder at the mouth of the canyon, whoever is more ferocious and who is more desperate will win.

Tedamir wiped the blood that had been splashed on his own from the collision just now, and when the group of people in front of him was about to hold on, and was about to fall, he waved his hand to stop the next wave of people around him who were about to go up to meet him, and raised the long knife in his hand that was left behind by a dead man.

When the last drop of blood from those people was about to be crushed into a pulp by the surging Noxus from behind, Tydamir's whole body spun out like a whirlwind.

The knife in his hand merged with his man at that moment, and the fierce force of the knife directly tore up a snowy mist that rushed into the sky, a void storm as powerful as the highest mountain in Freljord, enough to roll up the tundra mammoth.

The Noxians who had thought victory was coming were stunned for a moment, and they looked up at the howling storm.

The next moment, Tedamir slashed at him.

The raging storm swept straight at the stunned Noxians, and the moment it touched them, it swept them all into the storm.

The piercing sound of bones shattering, flesh tearing, and then muffled by the sound of a raging storm.

The storm grew bigger and bigger, and as the number of people strangled increased, the snow mist rolled up by the storm of the entire knife was stained with a layer of scarlet blood, and it had no intention of stopping, strangling the Noxians who dared to block the way, as if they only needed to kill under that fortress.

Seeing that Tedamir broke through to three yards in the canyon in an instant, the men and horses of the coalition forces outside the canyon didn't know for a while whether they should charge along the road or wait and see.

Galen saw that Tydamir had completely stabilized the situation, and just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to order those who were standing stupidly to charge, when a blinding light flashed.

For a moment, he suddenly thought of that damn Mercury cannon.

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Today, I don't know what Lu Dao is very impetuous, and I wrote it in a hurry.

I don't want to change it, though. Ask for a vote count.