Cracks finally filled the entire lion ice sculpture, and the ice sculpture began to crumble.

"Click-" The first block of ice fell to the ground with a crunching sound.

This crisp sound spread rapidly in the great cold wind, and finally reached his mind clearly through Galen's eardrums, and then spread throughout his body, and the nerves of his whole body jumped, and his hand subconsciously grasped the hilt of the dreadnought greatsword, but at the moment when it was about to be clenched, it was released.

Because he found that he no longer had the strength to hold the sword in his hand tightly, he almost didn't even have the strength to raise his head to look at the fierce god that was slowly awakening.

Galen is not a person who likes to admit defeat, but at this moment he really feels powerless, it is the absolute difference in strength, it is not that you don't want to die, roaring wildly and using the most powerful life force to barely raise the blade can be changed. He also hoped that when he died, he could still shout to the hateful lion face at the moment when he drained the last drop of blood: I am not dead yet.

However, if that happens, there will be regrets. It's a pity that I didn't have time to take another look at some reluctant things.

So he opened his eyes as wide as he could, looking at the dark sky, and let the falling snowflakes begin to bury him, and in a minute at most, he should not be aware of anything, because at that time, his head would be removed.

He only hoped that at that time, his eyes would not close, so that he might be able to see the War College thousands of miles away through his soul that had not yet dispersed.

There, there is still a knowledge of the treetops that keep barking.

It's just Ash...... I'm so sorry.

In fact, Ash didn't have time to feel Galen's apology, she listened to the sound of the ice cracking close at hand, and she tried to stand up as she pinched the ice bow in her hand with her white and feeble hand.

The pride of the people of Alvarosa prevented her from succumbing to the minions of her enemies.

Even if the Avarosa had their hands broken and their legs broken, they had to crawl over with all their might, fighting with their teeth.

This is the law of survival in the snowy mountains, and it is also the belief of the Avarosa people, savage and full of the belief that there is no life and death. This is what Ash's father, the former King of Freljord, told her at her thirteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, and that man eventually interpreted it with his life, so she never dared to forget it for a moment.

Now, too, it was time for her to preach.

The cracking of the ice began to thin out, and there was a slight sound of snow treading. Ash didn't look up, but she knew that the monster had been fully revived.

But before she could stand up, her feet were still slightly bent, and she couldn't even hold her bow and arrows.

On top of that, there are no more arrows in the basket.

The lion-faced monster moved slightly, stretching the frozen hair all over his body, moving his hands and feet, and then roared into the sky.

The roar was extremely abrupt, and a bright red light spread out in all directions with his roar, shaking all the snow around him for nearly ten yards.

Ash, who was halfway up, was knocked directly into the snow, and the snow covered her face, making it difficult to breathe.

"Okay, okay." Rengar snorted and clapped softly, "You really surprised me, really, woman." Instead of rushing to harvest the lives of the two dying creatures on the ground, he paced slowly and methodically through the snow, and he walked towards Ash, as if enjoying the thrill of watching his prey struggle.

"You, I've decided, your skull is going into my fourth collection, for your indomitable." Reingar smiled happily and bared his ugly mouth, and held out a finger to Ash, who was already clutching the ice bow on the ground, trying to get back to his feet, "Oh oh oh, unyielding, what a wonderful word, I love it so much." ”

"But I don't like it." Ash finally held the ground with the ice bow again, she shook her hair, and looked at the very proud Rengar, her eyes as calm and clear as ever.

"I have to say, you're so disobedient." Reingal's eyes froze, and he rubbed his hands together and raised his paws high again.

This time, there was no ice arrow that would freeze him.

As for the old guy who had already raised his staff......

Our great Monsieur Karthas had long since ceased his movements as Rengar roared into the sky, and he seemed to sniff the air, and once again showed that feverish gaze that pierced the night.

The wind and snow continued to roar. Ash, dying.

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Freljord during a snowstorm.

Far south, at the War College, the full moon is in the sky, and the cicadas are chirping.

The ground was boiling with people's voices, and the lights were bright. Underground, the research institute, was still cold walls, cold and blinding blazing lights.

It was a large room filled with magic crystals, and some images were floating on them.

Lalivash looked at the images in silence with his hands behind his back, not saying a word.

The rest of the room had been cleared, leaving Hudson still working on the complicated procedures in front of the magic crystals.

In the empty room, only the noisy sound of keys echoed.

"No, no, no, no, it can't be like this." Lalivash, who had been silent, suddenly let out a loud voice, "Stop him, Hudson. ”

Hudson, who had been keeping his head down, was slightly stunned, although he didn't know what he wanted to stop this matter, but intuitively speaking, this matter would definitely not be in his favor, "Lord Speaker, we have been observing the seed for so many years, and we have never interfered with him, you must know that Lu Dao is very alert, and once he interferes, he can only control it completely, otherwise it will ......"

"I said stop him." Lalivash repeated, his words not full of emotion, but cold to Hudson's bones for no reason.

"Yes." Hudson gave up his rebuttal and pressed a button lightly.

The next moment.

Thousands of miles away, on the snowy mountain, which was still snowing, a roar that was even more terrifying than before.

The sound shattered Ash's body, sweeping her more than ten yards away, and burying her in the snow that had been lifted up again.

Suddenly frenzied, Rengar held his head and rolled frantically on the snow and roared: "Who, what, in my body? ”

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I wrote early today, and I still have time to watch a movie or something.

Tomorrow after finally liberation.