The first wave of tentative attacks in the Snow Mountain Alliance began before dawn. The faint light of dawn only pierced some darkness and revealed a small horn.

The sky was filled with huge snow. It seemed to be to welcome the upcoming war, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier day by day.

When Chen Senran yawned to the dining table high ground, Galen was looking at the snow-mounted wolf cavalrymen running wildly in the boundless snow curtain below the high ground in the faint light.

The wolf cavalrymen did not have more than a hundred men, and they did not form teams. Instead, they rushed towards the high ground from all angles like racing. Although their speed was fast and the wind and snow were majestic, they could use the advantage of the dining table and the existence of the sharpshooters of the Avarosa tribe to shoot them as targets.

But Galen just looked at it and had no intention of ordering the Avarosa archers to take action. On the one hand, after a series of battles, bows and arrows were actually scarce and there was no need to waste them at this time. On the other hand, the head of the Snow Mountain Alliance is not a fool, and the other party would not send dozens of his subordinates to come to die in the morning for no reason.

They were going to demonstrate. Galen looked at the front of the snow-capped giant wolf who was sitting on the fastest wolf, who had already stepped onto the corner of the high ground, and the thin man wearing tattered fur had nothing else but madness in his eyes.

He must feel that he is glorious, as long as he can rush to this high ground, this belief must be distributed in the hearts of every wild man who follows him. They are going to use their lives to give the first impact to the Avarosa tribe, telling them that we are here, we have set foot on your last land, and you have not had much time to survive.

Death is destined, so let’s see who will first rush to that ridiculous high ground.

The inferior psychological tactics, if Garen was carrying 20,000 Demacians, this tactics would be meaningless to him, but whoever asked him to have tens of thousands of Avarosa people behind him, so this tactics would be absolutely useful. If the Avarosa people collapsed before they fought, then the meaning of staying in the north would be gone.

So you must never let anyone step onto an inch of the heights.

Not even an inch. Garen took a deep breath, sucked the fine snowflakes into his chest, stabilizing his nerves. He still did not speak to make people shoot arrows. Instead, he took a huge dragon spear from the hands of several Demacia stormtroopers beside him, and then raised it with one hand, slowly aiming at the wolf cavalry who was already running halfway.

Galen aimed at the thin man's eyebrows and said softly: "Asdara Bisda." This is what he learned recently. No matter what, the other party is a warrior. This is respect for the warriors.

Before he went to war, he must have drunk strong wine. Galen thought so at the man's hot breath that kept spewing out of his mouth that melted the cold air around him.

The dragon spear took action. The huge Wupeng's spear rolled up a more violent storm in the fierce cold wind. It pierced all the blocking wind and snow, penetrated the dark sky, and brought a series of harsh roars in the air.

In the end, it was accurately stabbed, no, it should be said to be hit.

The thin man's head was completely unable to withstand the sting of the huge dragon spear. The moment he touched his eyebrows, there was a crisp sound like a rotten watermelon being smashed in the air.

"Pala--" White brain matter mixed with blood sprayed into the air, and instantly frozen into solid.

The spear continued to move forward, and with the terrible inertia, it directly penetrated the giant snow-capped wolf where the thin man sat down. Before the wolf could struggle, it nailed each person and the wolf to the last road to the high ground. The fierce wind and snow quickly frozen and covered them. From a distance, they looked like an ancient statue that had been standing here for thousands of years, hideous and terrifying.

In the wind, only the bunch of unknown animal hair falling from the tail of the huge dragon spear was clattering.

The wolf cavalry that followed had a hint of hesitation. If they were just pierced by arrows or long swords, they would die without saying that they would die. But now this way of death... It can be said that Garen's terrifying blow left a deep shadow on them, and even the brave and powerful soldiers would be afraid of power that could not be stopped like ghosts and gods.

Gradually, the soldier who ran the fastest stopped the giant snow mountain wolf sitting down and stayed in the place where his comrades were corpse. He did not dare to step over the line, as if he was afraid that his head would crack into countless petals like the unlucky ghost next to him when he stepped out.

More wolf cavalry stopped, and in the end everyone stayed here, looking at Garen on the high ground in silence, a little unaware of what to do.

If Garen ordered an arrow to be shot at one time, they would definitely be able to beat them all in one go, but Garen didn't do that. He knew very well that only greater terror could give the other party an absolute shock.

Five minutes later, the wildness in the hearts of the soldiers who had begun to accumulate snow began to float restlessly again. The boundless fear began to dissipate in a short moment. Someone whispered: "What are you afraid of? He is so powerful alone. Let's run separately. He can't kill us and rush."

"Yes, I'm going to die anyway, for the great Snow Mountain Alliance."

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More and more voices sounded among the wolf cavalry, the crowd began to restlessly, and the giant snow-capped wolf under their seats also began to roar in a low voice, as if it was because of smelling the death of his companions.

"Sul--" The first sound of stepping on the snow, the first person finally couldn't help but urge the snow wolf under his seat.

There was no dragon spear, no death. His face, which was somewhat stunted due to long-term lack of food, showed an ugly smile. He began to sprint.

The end point seems to be right in front of you. There are still five hundred yards...

I will be synonymous with greatness...

Then, he saw Garen. The devil-like man was walking towards him step by step. He wanted to turn around, but unfortunately it was too late.

The next moment, Garen sank into force and punched the snow wolf under his seat for more than ten yards. The sound of bone shattering was crisp in the air like fried beans.

And he, who was supposed to become a legend, was lightly pinched by Garen's neck when he flew up, as if he was pinching a chick.

"Kara--" This was the last sound he heard. It turned out that this was the sound of his neck breaking... He thought so in the end.

Garen did not rush to throw away the corpse, but carried the corpse step by step towards the men who were ready to sprint, and then threw the corpse in front of them like throwing garbage.

"Pu" It was not until this moment that a little blood dripped out of the poor egg's mouth.

All the wolf cavalry's nerves jumped and their original restless moments fell down. They were afraid of hitting the giant snow-capped wolf sitting down in order to suppress the uneasiness and mania of the beasts.

Instead of seeing them, Garen walked to the unlucky man who was nailed to the snow and slowly began to pull out the huge dragon spear.

"Pus hissed-" When the spear was pulled out, it inevitably made an unpleasant friction with the newly dead **. Every sound hit the nerves of the wolf cavalry. The guy with a little mentality could no longer hold the knife in his hand.

"Kill him..." Someone shouted, and he shouted very lightly, with a harsh look on his face.

"Kill him... and kill him." More people responded.

The people who were originally afraid were like people who had drowned and caught the last straw. They breathed heavily and raised the rough long sword in their hands with trembling.

The giant wolf in the snow mountain finally couldn't help but let out a long roar towards the sky.

Garen was still pulling his gun.

"Kill!!!" The first man rushed out, and the man jumped high with the wolf, pressing down on Garen's head, as if he wanted to tear the terrifying man into pieces directly.

"Zheng--" The dragon spear was finally pulled out. The moment before the wolf was about to tear Galen's skin, Galen looked at the wolf cavalry that was pressing down on him and stepped forward to come out the gun.

"Hiss--" The sharp blood thunder was particularly harsh in the air.

The blood that suddenly splashed out covered Galen's body, and the blood quickly frozen, as if Galen had been re-wrapped with scarlet armor.

Deadly. The people holding the swords froze there again, looking at Garen coldly, and the bird that stood up high by him.

The wind was as strong as the roar of a devil. Everyone's blood vessels seemed to be frozen.

I don’t know who was the first to start running away in fear, and then collapsed, and the wolf cavalry began to flee all over the mountains.

"Invincible!!!" Chen Senran looked at the proudly standing man under the high ground and was the first to shout out the horn of victory.

"Invincible!!!" A roar that was even louder than the strong wind echoed across the dining table.

The first dish is very delicious.

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