"The people of Avarossa." The next moment when the thousands of longbows opened, Galen saw clearly the countless dry faces behind those longbows that had been eroded by the wind and frost of the snow-capped mountains for decades, as well as the more or less panic on their faces.

"Not what I meant." Ash, of course, heard Galen's question, and she glanced at the people who were gathering more and more, and it seemed that more people were still coming, almost overwhelming, and shook her head to say that she had not sent anyone back to report the news.

Then, the answer is about to come out, Chen Senran is indeed planning something. After all, Chen Senran's previous performance was too abnormal, and his current attitude was too calm, and more importantly, he was able to command those Avarosa people, so there was only one explanation, what agreement he had with these Avarosa people before.

I must have said something to Calthas, so this time the reinforcements went from the sea of skeletons that should have been roaring all over the mountains to a rain of arrows from the Avarossa.

As for what exactly he was planning......

Galen looked at the Noxians, who were not in the slightest shocked by the sudden rain of arrows, and were still rushing forward like mad dogs, and raised his fearless greatsword again.

Still, let's wait until I have a life to go back alive.

"You retreat." Galen said to Ash behind him while charging his strength sideways, after all, Ash, who was without arrows at the moment, had plummeted by at least seventy percent, and instead of standing here, she might as well help her brother retreat.

Moreover, the moment he turned his head just now, he also saw that Chen Senran had already sent someone down to help him, so the retreat speed of his team should be faster.

Now, the most important thing is, drag.

Galen took another deep breath, the effect of the toxin was still strong, and his own act of forcibly suppressing the toxin caused the toxin's backlash to surge, and the muscles of his whole body were constantly spasming.

Looking at the members of the Noxus Assassination Team who rushed again, he couldn't help but rub the peerless sword in his hand that had accompanied him for many years.

This time, old man, we'll be ...... too

"Go ahead." Galen roared and suddenly drew his sword, and the extremely sharp sword instantly cut through the countless snowflakes that fell one after another.

The long sword slashed heavily at the long knives that also tore the wind, slammed and crushed hard, and Galen's majestic and incomparable power once again cut off the five long knives without any suspense, and the five heads that were as silent as stagnant water rose to the sky.

The gap between the five missing corpses had not had time to spurt blood, and the next moment they were frozen into ice.

Galen was silent and withdrew his sword again, turning sideways, accumulating strength, and his movements were done in one go, as simple and dignified as a tireless killing machine.

The Noxians were suffocated for a moment, and the pace of their charge was slow, and they finally had a trace of solemnity in their eyes as they looked at the man who was alone with his sword in front of the thousand armies.

They finally realized again that even if the man in front of them was poisoned, even if the army was broken and he was alone, he was still the man called Galen, and he was still the unstoppable power of Demacia.

The members of the Noxus Assassination Team who were at the forefront of the charge finally stopped rushing around as before, and they began to consciously cooperate with the team members who followed behind, and they were in groups of ten, tightly together, forming one half-moon after another and began to spread out in front of Galen in groups, like black flowers waiting to bloom one after another.

The ultimate kill of the Noxus Assassination Team, Black Rose.

It has a beautiful name, but it has absolutely terrifying lethality, and the attacked will be ground into meat sauce in an endless sea of knives like flowers. The founder is the founding king of Noxus, and the reason why he gave such a fragrant and low name to this bloody and cruel killing array is said to be that on the day he created this killing array, his princess was in labor, and the black roses in the back garden of Noxus Palace were blooming brightly.

In the more than two hundred years since its creation, this killing array has only been used less than thirty times, but each time it is used to deal with peerless powerhouses, so this array is not only a representative of killing, but also a kind of highest reverence for opponents.

In Galen's memory, one of his ancestors died tragically under this lore battle.

His ancestor was definitely not inferior to him in terms of force or wisdom, and he should have been far superior to him in terms of force, because Galen remembered that he was the only man in his family who had ever been called a dragon slayer.

A man who even a dragon can kill, but he died under such a killing array.

At this moment, Galen's original firm belief in his heart was shaken, and he began to wonder if he could really go back alive.

The wind is blowing again.

All the long knives were raised, and all the black roses were budding.

Galen subconsciously lowered his body, and the dreadnought greatsword in his hand was held tighter.

The wind was howling.

All the flowers danced in the wind, and countless long knives cut through the bitter cold wind that surged towards Galen.

There were countless sword shadows in all directions.

Behind him, Ash and the Avarosa people sent down by Chen Senran were extremely slow to save the people, and the fastest one had only reached the edge of the highlands.

And those rain of arrows can only be a drop in the bucket for those Noxians who are not afraid of death, and those ordinary Noxian warriors are still coming from afar, and they may break through the defense line composed of them at any time, which is almost a line of defense.

It cannot be returned. There is no escape.

At this time, Galen's face showed a calm look, he began to carry the sword forward, and then ran, and after the last his whole body jumped high, fearless sword slashed horizontally, the next moment, his whole person spun in the air at high speed, the constantly dancing blade matched his already blurred blue-white figure, like a tulip floating in the wind.

The wind was cold and the snow was heavy.

In the wind and snow, countless black roses finally hit the only tulip.

The sound of swords colliding and the sound of flesh and blood splattering echoed in the air, accompanied by the blue-white tulips that kept intertwining their figures in pure black, and the scarlet blood that kept flowing.

The whole battlefield is beautiful like a grand opera.

Beautiful and cruel and bloody.

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Congratulations to the little fifth brother for uploading his new book. Although Zhilu said that he was soft-spoken, he still couldn't help but want to say, everyone go and see it.

"Heavenly Pride".

Tulips bloom undefeated.