In the absolute darkness, there was only a knife that was emitting an impossible light.

Beauty under the moon.

In Lao Du's hands, he insisted on the most difficult difference.

"You shouldn't have come back when you left." General Burnham sat in eternal darkness and spoke earnestly as a good boss to a subordinate he had not seen for years.

"I know it." Lao Du clenched his knife.

He knew it, but he came anyway.

"For what? Avenge? General Burnham asked in a curious tone, not murderous, but unattainable in the dark, "but you've already tried once." ”

"I can try again." Lao Du took a deep breath.

And Delsius, who was standing beside him and was directly ignored, was also desperately prepared.

"You're still as brave and fearless as ever." General Burnham admired, as if smiling in the dark, "In honor of the time we fought side by side, this time, can I keep your whole body?" ”

"Not necessarily." Old Du Tu words.

The next moment, the sword light rose from the darkness.

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Strong winds returned.

And the king's cry was gone.

The atmosphere at the battle-torn city gate was solemn, like thousands of long arrows on a bow, and the strings were already taut and about to burst.

No one spoke anymore, and the eyes in the night were star-to-eye, fierce-to-star.

Twisting.

The sound of the clash could be heard in the air.

Just a little bit of Mars.

The entire battlefield can quickly ignite a prairie fire.

Everyone was waiting for this fire, holding their breath and clenching their swords. Don't dare to take a step forward.

Don't dare to move a step.

This step is too important, this step ......

"Kara-" Someone finally sent it.

Ezreal.

He completely ignored the whole scene that was so solemn that the space was about to distort. With one kick casually stepped on a thick patch of snow, the right hand, which had become the muzzle of the cannon, was raised. Towards Volibel, launch.

"Huh—" Pale blue arcane energy resonated with the air, making a crisp wind chime-like sound.

In the sound of wind chimes, all the people subconsciously made the action of charging.

"Crack-" Arcane energy slammed into Volibel's sharp, majestic claws, crushed by the still-swirling thunder.

"Crackle—" the thunder roared to itself.

"Click-" The first man rushed out with one foot.

"Smack-" like a horn that echoed through the space.

Everyone poured out of the darkness.

Sparks burn the prairie fire.

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"Boom-" The vast snow-capped mountains suddenly burst out of the night.

A pair of razor-sharp claws burst out of the debris and dust, tearing through the howling wind.

In the endless long night, a pair of eyes that were so strong that they burned wildly were revealed.

Raelgar.

Guided by the voices in his head, he involuntarily and completely unstoppably climbed over the many peaks of the Unknown Road. After galloping a long road that I don't know how far the road was, I came here.

Over here.

Where?

Having come a long way, Ralgar was not tired at all, he only had anger at his powerlessness and disgust at the nerves that were inexplicably tormenting him in his brain.

Flame?

Person?

Damn weak human smell.

Relgar squinted at the place not far away where the flames of war were burning in the dark night, and snorted a thick white gas from his nose.

He had to go, keep walking, go to that place where there were so many people.

His brain kept reminding him of that.

Ralgar didn't bother to resist, and after all the struggle, he managed to injure his face and almost take his head off his neck.

There's really no choice.

It's better to keep going according to the thoughts in your head. Maybe we'll be able to meet that damn guy who dares to control himself.

When the time comes, just take off that guy's head.

Of course, the premise is, don't let yourself die.

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Inside the fortress.

Outside the closed door.

A group of Demacian stormtroopers with long swords in their hands formed a circle, firmly guarding Chen Senran, who was bombarded into the wall.

No one moved. Even if their leader was uncertain about his life and death in the darkness across the door, none of them showed the slightest hint of wanting to come forward and lean against the door to investigate.

Discipline is discipline. Since the order he got was to protect Chen Senran, then Chen Senran must not be allowed to make the slightest mistake.

A Demacia stormtrooper, a military doctor, stood next to Chen Senran, whose injuries were unknown. Stretched out his hands and tried to pull Chen Senran out of the force for treatment.

But he only touched Chen Senran's arm with a demonic pattern like a snake. It shrank back like an electric shock.

A large piece of his hand was burned, and an unknown heat rushed out of Chen Senran's arm, breaking a large piece of his toughness skin.

A strong scorching smell immediately filled the air.

Chen Senran's body didn't know what it was, and it was extremely hot.

But he didn't give up, he glanced at a comrade opposite, ripped off a piece of cloth from his robe, and motioned for him to do it together.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice-

"Dumbfounded—"

It's like some grass animal crawling.

A strong chill suddenly rose in the air, and a strong chill rushed over his vest.

What's going on?

He glanced at his comrade on the other side and wanted to ask, but found that the other's armor was covered with a thick layer of frost at some point.

Wrong.

He knew something was wrong.

But it's too late.

Because the tide of ice froze his whole body before he could speak.

The entire corridor of low-hanging flames was frozen in ice in an instant.

Even the burning flame was no exception.

A woman with frost flowing in every vein of her body walked from the end of the corridor, holding a delicate girl with a smile on her face.

Not flattering, not enchanting.

Lisandro.

Lisandro walked slowly past the people who had been frozen into frost before they could even hold the hilt of their swords, and came to Chen Senran's face.

The entire corridor, perhaps the place where Chen Senran was, was not frozen.

A powerful heat surrounded Chen Senran's body, melting away all the frost that wanted to erode him.

Lisandro looked at Chen Senran with satisfaction, slowly approached him, took a deep breath and said, "What an intoxicating taste." ”

The taste of ripe fruit.

Lisandro smiled and put a hand on Chen Senran's hand, which was not burning or freezing.

Only an infinite number of magic patterns writhed wildly.

It's like a dying throe. (To be continued......)