By midday, the snow was getting heavier.

Today, Galen surprisingly didn't press those remaining Snow Mountain Alliance soldiers to the front line for useless attrition, and he didn't even launch an attack.

The entire camp was silent except for the neat rustling of patrols as they walked by.

Sejuani lifted the curtain of the tent and looked out, the two Demacian soldiers who were guarding her were still standing meticulously outside the door, even though the snow had accumulated over their shoulders, they did not move, like two stone statues standing tall.

"Where are you going, Miss Sejuani?" Seeing Sejuani's head poked out, the soldier on the left moved his neck slightly, his eyes remained calm, but the hand that grabbed the long sword at his waist at that moment drove the snow on his shoulders to loosen slightly, still revealing his jealousy of the woman in front of him who didn't know how much madness was hidden.

"On such a snowy day, I advise you to stay in the tent and rest, this is a rare good time." The soldier on the right also involuntarily grabbed the saber at his waist, and the whole person took a fighting stance in front of Sejuani in an instant, forming a horn with the soldier on the left.

Sejuani didn't see the two murderous Demacian warriors, her eyes passed through the two-man line, over the dense snow-covered countless tents, and stretched to the narrow passage, where the abrupt and towering fortress loomed before stopping.

She looked at it for a moment, closed the curtain of the tent without saying a word, and walked slowly back to the only low table in the whole tent, where she sat down slowly, quietly cross-legged, and laid her hands flat on her knees.

Her face was calm, her eyes were clean, and at that moment, the woman whose body was full of a storm of Freljord looked like a Buddha.

She sat upright for a long time, then took out an arrow from somewhere.

The arrow was long, not exquisitely made, or even completely unworkmanlike, as rough as a branch that had just been peeled off its skin and merely covered with an arrow, imbued with the savage air of Freljord.

This arrow was drawn from the Snow Mountain Alliance warrior who had been hit by one of the seven long arrows at the end of the battle yesterday without the two Demacians noticing, leaving only one breath to climb at her feet.

The body of the arrow was uneven, full of messy nicks, which looked like the marks left by countless long swords after the long arrow was shot, and even had some blood stains.

Sejuani placed the arrow on the low table, placed her hands on the arrow, and slowly closed her eyes as her fingers brushed the jawed-looking notches of the arrow.

Scattered things that seemed to be naturally imprinted, and in an instant, a clear message flowed through her mind.

The army was unharmed, a third of the troops had been mastered, and Olaf did not know the news and started three days later.

This is the way she agreed to communicate with those dark chess that she arranged to stay in her base camp, and it was just subconsciously arranged out of beast instinct, but she didn't expect that it would now become a crucial move.

Sejuani slowly opened her eyes, and with both hands easily crushed the long arrow into powder and sprinkled it haphazardly on the ground.

The situation inside the fortress was even better than she expected, although Svein was still in charge, but as long as she was allowed to go back, then the time would be ......

It's just that this group of soldiers outside of him is still controlled by that damn Piltover scientist with drugs, and they can only be regarded as outcasts when the time comes......

Cleaning the ashes from between her fingers, Sejuani propped herself up on the table with her hands, her eyes shining with a chilling glow.

In fact, from the very beginning, she never thought about actually surrendering to Ash.

Although Ash promised to give her a chance to fight again as long as he helped her win this war.

But what kind of character Sejuani is, even if it is Ash's pride, there is no doubt about it, but how can Sejuani's pride make her willing to fight for these opportunities for others to give.

And if you take 10,000 steps back, Galen is actually probably going to kill himself directly despite Ash's obstruction at that time.

This can be seen from the fact that in the last few days, Galen has treated his soldiers as cannon fodder and has not cared about Sejuani's opinion at all.

Therefore, at the beginning, she deliberately concealed the danger on that secret passage, and sent Chen Senran and their vital vital force into a mortal situation.

So on the first day of the siege, she had her soldiers rush forward desperately, shooting arrows with her own distress signal to the fortress.

That's why she deliberately provoked Galen the day before yesterday, although she did pity her soldiers, but it was more of an opportunity to slow down Galen's siege progress and buy more time for her own people in the fortress.

Never expect any luck from heaven to keep you alive.

Sejuani embraced this creed that countless ancestors of the Steelmane Tribe had explored with their flesh and blood, and took it to the extreme.

Any chance to break out of the encirclement is obtained by relying on the spear and claws in your hand.

At the age of nine, when she came out of the frosty wasteland scarred and nearly dying, she had taken this truth into her heart.

She wants to use her own hands to get everything.

Right now, she's the weakest side, but she's confident that she'll be able to win with the clash between Demacia and Noxus.

The wild victory obtained by those more than ten years of dormancy is the best example.

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Meanwhile.

Inside the fortress.

In a large and dark room, behind a long long table, a man in black armor placed the jet-black sword at his waist on the long table, leaned on the back of the tall black rock wood chair, and his hands rhythmically tapped the surface of the long table.

The whole room was filled with the dull sound of a shield striking a sword.

"Why are you here?" Svein sat on the left hand side of the Governor's table, frowning and asking a little strangely.

"I'm here for someone." General Burnham, probably tired from the knocking, stopped his hands, crossed his hands and propped himself up, and put the naked head wrapped in a black helmet, "Do you know, I liked to sit like this a long time ago. ”

"Who?" Svein ignored some of the general's nostalgia, and his mind was like a machine.

"An old friend." General Burnham was not angry at his subordinates' lack of interest, and when he said the word friend, he seemed to laugh a little, very softly.

Maybe even he couldn't hear it clearly.

"How?" Svein is still meticulous in his efficient approach.

"I'm here, and she'll come for me." General Burnham finally burst out laughing, with some nostalgia for the long years in his voice.

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In the foreshadowing, to write the first small climax of the whole book.

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