"Mr. Kalsas, what a coincidence." Chen Senran dusted the snowflakes on his shoulders, looked at Kalsas who was standing behind him without saying a word and narrowed his eyes and said something extremely terrible.

It was the second half of the night and the snow continued. The location was five hundred yards away from the joint camp of Demacia and Avarosa.

After confirming the place that was constantly tearing his nerves, Chen Senran instructed Lao Du to protect Xiao Annie and then used his superb stealth skills to get out of the camp.

Subconsciously, he didn't want other people to know about this.

But unexpectedly, just now, he suddenly discovered that the old ghost Kalsas had fallen quietly behind him at some point.

He was a little embarrassed to see what this old ghost meant. Judging from his inexplicable and strange taste before, the old immortal must have noticed something. So he could only use one extremely treacherous word to test it first.

"Keep going, look at what you want to see, I see what I want to see." Karthas replied without raising his head. This sentence clearly told Chen Senran that I will not interfere with you, and you should not interfere with me, our well water will not interfere with the river.

Chen Senran hesitated for a moment and said nothing. Since Kalsas said this, he couldn't test it ungratefully. Judging from what he said just now, Kalsas's goal should be the same as Chen Senran, but why this old guy wanted to see it... it's unknown.

Chen Senran did not continue to get involved in this issue. He and Karthas both came up with secretly, which was equivalent to people on the same boat. As for what they were going to do while riding this boat...

Who doesn't have a secret?

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The hideous claws were already high above Garen's head, and he could even smell the cold bloody smell coming from the rough and violent claws along the cold wind.

"Then, say a last word and treat it as my fearless reward for you." The tone of the lion-faced monster who called himself Rengar was the same as before. He glanced at Garen, who was breathing slightly with his sword, as if he was looking at a weak ant.

"If you want to kill, you have a lot of nonsense." Garen swallowed the blood that once again surged into his throat, spitting bloody saliva, and looked at Rengar's words.

"Swish-" Rengar seemed to snort from his nose, "Since that's the case, say goodbye to this damn world." He said, slowly lifting his claws.

"Asdara Bisda." Rengar slowly recited the last word like a spell.

The sharp claws were down fiercely.

"Hiss--" The powerful force as powerful as mountains and rivers came overwhelmed.

Galen closed his eyes, and the arrival of death finally made him tremble. At that moment, he suddenly missed the South. In that huge cage, there was a woman who liked to hit him in the head waiting for him.

Goodbye. Katerina.

"Bang--" A light sound came from the air, as if it was a sound of catching something with the palm of your hand.

The fierce claws suddenly stopped above Galen's head, and the wild wind ripped off Galen's brown hair that was swept up by the cold wind.

It was not dead. Garen, holding the sword's white hand, felt relieved with some force. He opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh.

Until now, I remembered a long "buzz" sound that I realized after a while.

That's the sound of the bowstring.

Garen looked up at Ashe in the distance.

Once again, she bent her bow like a full moon. It was this woman who saved herself again.

"Woman, you are looking for death." Rengar pinched the arrow in his hand that was filled with ice, and with a slight force, the arrow turned into powder and floated in the wind with all the frost condensed in his hand.

"I hate it, I'm attacked." Rengar's paws left Garen's head, turned around, and began to walk towards Ashe, "Woman, I want to crush your head."

His voice began to echo with a faint resonance, which meant that he was angry.

Ashe's eyes were still calm. She looked at the lion-faced monster walking towards her step by step, and her hands calmly picked up the ice bow and drew the arrow.

shoot.

"Bang--" Rengar lightly caught the arrow.

Ashe's expression remained unchanged and he drew an arrow.

shoot.

"Ba" was caught again without any suspense.

Rengar is twenty yards away from Ashe.

Ashe still drew out the long arrow slowly, but this time, the one she had on the big bow was no longer one arrow, but three arrows.

Bend the bow. Shoot.

Three bows and arrows shot at Rengar's three vital points from three different angles with the sound of the cold wind.

"A little trick." Rengar sneered and lifted his claws, and waved his sudden wave as the three arrows were about to touch his body.

"Hiss--" The extremely fierce wind surging by, and three long arrows were torn to pieces by him in an instant.

Rengar raised his head proudly and looked at Ashe with contempt, as if he wanted to see what tricks she had next.

But soon, he frowned. Because at that moment, Ashe's movements suddenly accelerated, and her hands were almost bringing out a series of afterimages.

The three-arrow shape of a font shape kept tearing from the air.

First there are three, then six, and then - the rain of arrows all over the sky.

Ashe was still shooting arrows constantly, her fingers were trembling slightly, her breath was already a little heavy, and she had not tried as hard as she is today for many years.

I remember the last time I went crazy and fought like this, many years ago, when she was besieged by eighteen tribes that disobeyed her orders. The men holding the swords rushed from all directions like wild animals, and she shot wildly tirelessly.

Until, take out the last arrow from the arrow basket.

The last arrow.

Ashe squeezed the arrow and gently placed it on the bowstring. He looked at the human-shaped monster that was already close to him as if he was looking at the crazy beasts left in his eyes, and slowly opened the bow.

A dazzling and cold light burst out from the tip of the arrow.

"Asdala Bisda." Ashe also knew this sentence before Rengar said, which was the language of the first hunters who opened up Freljord in the past, and was given to every prey they killed.

Meaning, goodbye.

The arrow comes out.

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Don't speak.
Chapter completed!