I'm going to kill you.

Five words, one sentence, Sejuani said unhurriedly, indifferent and calm without even raising her eyelids, but like a knife.

A quick knife.

A heart-wrenching quick knife was directly inserted into everyone's hearts.

Everyone present heard this sentence clearly, the people of Demacia, the people of Avarossa, and the people of the Snow Mountain Alliance.

Everyone made the most suitable move for their identity in the shortest possible time, they got up at the same time, grabbed the sword in their hand, and looked at the person who was still an ally at the previous moment, their eyes were angry, and the killing intent was decided.

The two Demacian soldiers who were guarding Sejuani's side were the quickest to react, and they drew their swords directly at their waists almost at the moment when the last note of Sejuani's words could be uttered.

Even Ash pulled the string with an arrow, and the long arrow was aimed at Sejuani's calm and fierce face.

Not to be outdone, Piltover's group raised their guns and punched, and the great scientist Mr. Jace directly took out the bottle of antidote that controlled the people of the Snow Mountain Alliance and put it in his hand.

But those men in the Snow Mountain Alliance didn't care about that anymore at this moment, they directly ignored Jace's threat, and some even spat at Jace fiercely, looking at him fiercely, obviously wanting to be the first to kill him.

A pre-battle mutiny is about to take place.

The only people who did not move were two, one was the instigator of this mutiny, Sejuani, and the other, the challenged person of this mutiny, Galen.

Sejuani was still so calm that she looked indifferently at the back of the man who was on his back, and didn't say a word.

And Galen, his eyes never left the towering fortress from beginning to end, his hand holding the sword was as steady as ever, and the whole person was calm and calm like an eternal god.

The snow fell even more, and a thick layer of frost and snow fell on every sword raised.

Heavy snow is full of bow knives.

The wind was stronger, and every feather was hunting.

Bloodshed and death are on the verge of death.

Galen finally turned around, he glanced at the people who were killing in the wind and snow, and then looked at Sejuani's face again, and for a long, long time, he said, "All right, you come and kill me." ”

You're here to kill me.

It's as simple and easy as I invite you to dinner.

As he spoke, he drew the dreadnought sword at his waist and handed it to Sejuani, looking at her beautiful, fierce eyes with such calm undercurrents.

Fearless, fearless.

This is a naked ferocious duel, knife to knife, life to fate, without any fancy, compared to who is more ferocious.

Instead of taking the sword Galen handed her, Sejuani laughed.

Few people have ever seen Sejuani laugh, even the warriors of the steelmane tribe who have been with Sejuani for the longest time have never seen this female leader laugh, in fact, even Sejuani herself has somewhat forgotten what laughter tastes like, from the time she was nine years old when she vowed to temper her body for the prosperity of the tribe, laughter and crying have been completely insulated from her.

But she was really laughing, laughing so wantonly, so crazy.

It's like a wild lily blooming in the endless wind and snow, wild and charming.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were pierced by the coldness and sharpness of this wild lily, and many people lowered their heads and could not bear the beauty of the wild with strong aggression.

Galen was also smiling at Sejuani, but he didn't look down, his hand holding the sword didn't loosen in the slightest, he was still staring at the wild lily that suddenly opened.

Kill or surrender.

"You, to, for, I, no, dare?" Sejuani suddenly stopped laughing, and looked at Galen and said word by word.

Just before the last word of dare fell, her hand suddenly grabbed the dreadnought greatsword and took it from Galen's hand almost as if snatching.

Galen didn't stop it, let go of his hand, and still looked at Sejuani, everyone was looking at Sejuani, whether to fight or not to fight.

"Sting-" The next moment, before everyone's nerves could react, Sejuani pierced Galen's body with a sword, and the whole person slammed into Galen's body.

"Bah-" Hot blood fell to the ground through the blade.

Struck everyone in the nerves, and the two nearest Demacian dreadnoughts raised their swords with swiftness.

In just a second, you can cut off Sejuani's head.

All the swords raised in the highest arc were drawn in the most terrible arcs.

Take a deep breath, everyone take a deep breath and charge up.

The doom is about to begin.

At this moment, Galen, who was supposed to be dead, raised his arm, without a trace of exhaustion and weakness, his face was not too pale, he looked at Sejuani's crazy face that was close at hand, and his voice was calm: "I'm not dead yet. ”

"You're not dead yet." Sejuani didn't even show a surprised expression, as if all this was expected, and her sword was not meant to kill Galen in the first place.

She didn't pull out another sword, she let go of her hand, took a step back, pointed to Galen's chest and said, "Today is your luck, next time, don't expect such good luck." ”

It was a clear concession, and this duel was won by Galen. Galen defeated her fierceness with a ferocity that was even more ferocious than Sejuani's.

She finally gave in.

No one knew whether the sword Sejuani was really going to kill Galen, and whether she had tried to stab it hard, but she had stabbed it, and Galen had also bled over.

That's enough.

Galen gave up, and Sejuani eventually gave in.

exchanged Galen's blood for so many tragic deaths.

It doesn't sound fair at all, but that's the way it is in this world.

The Snow Mountain Alliance, who were originally as fierce as a tiger, also lost their momentum with the completion of this transaction, and they unwillingly put down their swords, with a heavy sadness in their eyes.

They are not afraid of death, they are destined to face death at any time from the time they are born, but they are afraid of dying senselessly.

The greatest sorrow of a soldier is not to be pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows and shrouded in horse leather, but to die of shame.

Dying in bed in old age is undoubtedly the greatest insult to a soldier, and this kind of cannon fodder death is the second greatest shame after dying in bed.

Because there is no bloody struggle of head-on fighting, there is no cruel struggle of the sword into the flesh, only the struggle of lingering.

Even the eyes of the Demacians showed a hint of sympathy for the death of the rabbit and the fox.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the whole world is wailing.

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I'm not lazy.

Ask for a ticket.

First two shifts. There will be more in a moment.