The sudden loss of voice made everyone lose interest in speaking, and everyone's nerves were hung up. In this ghost place where the long sword that could be violently slashed from somewhere at any time, any abnormality could lead to the sun that will never be seen tomorrow.

The sound of the wind and snow whistling seemed to be louder. Everyone suppressed their breathing and wanted to hear the possible dying struggle from the chaotic storm. Everyone's hands tightly pinched the sword beside them. At this moment, only the touch from the cold and rough hilt of the sword could bring them some sense of security.

"Harrison, are you bastard still alive?" Jason hesitated for a moment and finally called out the name of the drunkard.

Others did not stop Jason from doing anything. After all, he was a comrade of many years. No matter how much he said, he didn't want the other party to die silently.

There was no response, the biting cold wind made everyone's face hurt, and the sound of the wind was as loud as the howling of thousands of lonely ghosts.

"Pu" Just as Jason was about to shout and try it, the sound of liquid dripping on the ground suddenly reached everyone's eardrums in the strong wind. The slight dropping sound was as heavy as an iron hammer to the ground.

Everyone's breathing is stagnant.

"Pick--" another sound.

"Click and click..." Then there were countless sounds.

It was the sound of blood dripping. A strong smell of blood filled everyone's nose through the wind and snow, and was instantly frozen by the extremely cold temperature. The scattered blood flowers mixed in the heavy snow and fell on the ground. A thin layer of blood-red frost accumulates on the human body.

Harrison was dead. This was not surprising, but when it was really certain, there was a hint of coldness in everyone's eyes.

Even Harrison is an old alcoholic, and he speaks so much that he is verbose, often offends people, has a bad temper, and snores when he sleeps. But no matter what, he is also a brother, the good brother who has cut off Noxus and drunk together.

So every man let out a low roar, and they moved quickly in the snow, pounced towards Harrison's position like a beast.

"It's a bitch, no one should rob me. I'm going to cut off the head of the bastard who dares to kill my brother." Jason whispered and rushed to the first one. Even the veteran was as good as him, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. After all, there was very few people in this world who could find a good drink.

He took the lead in passing through the darkness, through the boundless wind and snow, and plunged into the snow covered with blood.

Then, he lost his voice. The same came to an abrupt end, the same as if he was strangling a chicken to death, but Jason died even more thoroughly, and he didn't even have time to hum.

All the people who rushed forward were stunned. After all, they were members of the Demacia stormtrooper. Demacia's first-class combat power was not comparable to ordinary people's awareness of danger.

That unknown guy can instantly kill two soldiers with extremely good combat power in Harrison and Jason, which shows that the other party's single-player ability has reached a certain level.

At this time, we must not send it one by one to kill the other party. The captain of the team finally gave instructions at this time, and he gently tapped the armor on his body a few times.

Three long and two short, the low sound of fingers hitting the armor spread far away in the violent wind and snow. Everyone heard the content clearly, gathered and surrounded it.

This is the code word for the dark night battle formulated in a long-term battle. Although it is windy and snowy at this moment, it is also conveyed accurately.

All the soldiers no longer rushed forward fiercely. They turned to move forward slowly like a spirit cat, and carefully formed a circle of encirclements of that place. The fierceness of the other party in seconds did not make the animals who licked blood all day long with fear. The sound of blood that kept dripping made everyone's murderous intent raise their throats. They approached step by step, silent like a mountain like a predatory beast. They stretched their claws silently, waiting for the last moment, mixed with the murderous fighting spirit, and chopped out the deadliest sword.

The blood-filled snowflakes kept falling on the faces of the furious men, and the smell of blood filled the air aggravated their murderous**.

Someone couldn't help but roar, and the low roar was as suppressed as a trapped beast locked in a cage.

The other party seemed to have no concern about the intense murderous intent around him. There was no sound in the dark place of bleeding.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, but it is not enough to let the captain of this team issue an order to kill.

The beasts were still holding back, and the hot murderous intent had melted the snowflakes on their faces, and blood flowed into their mouths. It was the blood of the two dead men and the blood of their comrades.

"Tsk—" A sudden sound sounded, the sound came from the dark killing field. The long sound was filled with a hint of aftertaste, as if the winner was tasting the blood of the prey. The taste was great.

This extremely provocative sound finally defeated the last trace of reason in everyone's heart. Everyone rushed up frantically, no longer caring about the captain's orders, and the captain, he rushed up.

The figures of more than a dozen men rushed into the darkness from the dim moonlight, and the faint shadows gradually lengthened and eventually disappeared without a trace.

Without any unnecessary sound, those people were buried quietly and suddenly in the dark snow.

The blood continues to flow, and the snow is still falling.

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Galen was woken up by an emergency notification from a soldier. These days, facing the pressing of the two major forces, his mental power was pulled hard, resulting in his sleep quality being very bad.

After retreating to the last Pure Land of Frelljod in recent days, he finally had a chance to breathe, but unexpectedly he was awakened by someone.

Garen was a little angry about this soldier who woke him up, but he knew that if it was not an absolutely important thing, the soldier would definitely not dare to disturb him.

So he just said with a calm expression: "Say."

"General Galen, all the members of the first team of the outpost are missing." The soldier lowered his head, probably because he was afraid that Galen would get angry, and he was a little stiff in respect.

"Missing?" Galen frowned, very dissatisfied with the word. In this place, either live or die.

Missing is not an answer he wants to hear.

"This morning, Avarosa's people went to change shifts and found that the first team was gone, as if they had never existed, leaving no weapons, armor, or corpses." The soldier heard the dissatisfaction in Garen's tone, but could only continue to report.

"Is that true?" Garen's brows frowned even tighter. He originally thought that the enemy's advancement was faster and he was approaching, but this strange-sounding answer gave him a bad premonition.

"I think we met an unknown friend's warning." Just as Garen was thinking silently, a female voice came in from outside.

The sound was cold, like cracking ice.

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Chapter completed!