"Are you worried?" Ashe glanced at Garen, who was silent on the side, and read the message easily from his expressionless face.

"I'm worried." Garen nodded after he rode a seriously injured Avarosa who could only rely on his own tribe to support him.

The vast army had returned to the camp, and the Demacians left three thousand people who were still staying at the dining table on the front line, alerting the possible counterattack of the Snow Mountain Alliance. The remaining Demacians guarded the seriously injured Avarosa people back to the camp along the way.

The seriously injured Avarosa people have been sent to the camp for rescue. Now they are still walking on the snow, the last group of Avarosa people who are less injured. Most of them have been cut off their hands and feet, but they have not hurt their lungs, but they have only left some blood. The wounds have quickly frozen and scabbed in the cold wind. These people walked towards the entrance of the camp, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and some of them have fallen from time to time.

The Demacians who were watching on the side just looked at it, and had no intention of going up to help, because they knew that even if they stretched out their hands, these stubborn and damn Snow Mountain people would not accept their kindness, just as they refused their Demacian friendly forces to support them, but had to walk back to the camp step by step. Even if they fell in the middle, the wound collapsed and bleeding again, they would not cry out for pain or stop.

It was not until they saw their relatives at the entrance of the camp that they would fall down, cry, or shout safely, just like a group of children who had finally arrived home.

The Demacians could not understand this terrible stubbornness, and even cursed the damn Snow Mountain people in their hearts, but it was like seeing these guys shouting Avarosa on the battlefield and charging forward like a suicide one by one.

They had to admit that this group of damn snow mountain people was really amazing. So they chose to remain silent and look further away.

"They look like you, really." Galen looked at another wounded Avarosa man who arrived at the door of his house, and his relatives cheered and threw him high, as if to welcome the greatest hero.

"The Avarosa people are one." Ashe was silent for a moment and replied.

This was a confusing conversation. But Chen Senran, who had been watching the side, was roughly clear about the meaning. Galen was worried that the relationship between the Avarosa and the Demacians was not harmonious, and there was even a great gap, which caused resentment.

But Ashe didn't seem to want to change it, or the female leader of this group of stubborn guys was even more stubborn than these guys.

The conversation seemed to end in vain.

"Actually, I am really worried about some things. I will come to the Central Army's tent later." The last Avarosa man arrived home. Garen gave the order to return to the camp and took the lead in rushing into the camp. He said this before leaving.

Ashe glanced at Chen Senran, then at the little Annie who was sleeping soundly in Chen Senran's arms, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just pulled her head and rushed into the camp.

Chen Senran could roughly guess what the woman wanted to say, and once again felt that this woman was so enthusiastic that she was terrifying. He drove the horse forward a few steps, and when he approached the camp gate, he found Lao Du waiting there.

"Take her back." Chen Senran looked at the undry wet marks on Old Du's boots, and roughly guessed that the old guy must have been secretly protecting him somewhere just now. He didn't point it out, but just handed little Annie to this almost unknown old guy.

"You really shouldn't have brought her here." Lao Du took Little Annie and said something redundant.

"Do you think I'm too cruel?" Chen Senran was not angry about being criticized by an outsider again. Instead, he was a little happy. This shows that the old guy, Lao Du, began to care about Little Annie, which means that the little loli's safety has more guarantees, rather than the fragile protection obtained by simply exchanging interests.

"When you let me sleep three less magical." Old Du snorted coldly, hugged Little Annie and began to walk in.

Chen Senran touched his nose and smiled. This was also a good start.

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When he lifted the curtain of the central army's tent, Chen Senran saw Karthas, who had never shown his face since the beginning of the war. The old ghost was sitting on a chair on the left and drinking leisurely.

"You are in great interest." Chen Senran walked to Kalsas and sat down, saying a joke. Of course, he knew why this old ghost didn't appear from Galen's previous words.

Karthas just smiled sinisterly, then lifted the wine pot in his hand and said, "You probably haven't drunk the good wine hidden by the Guangdun family?" The old ghost was also very sensible and did not mention why he didn't appear.

The people here know Garen's strategic intentions very well.

"Actually, it's very risky for you to do this." The speaker was Ashe, who was sitting at the end of the right side, and only Ashe could say such words with a big thorn.

"I know, but this opportunity is really great. If you succeed, then you can realize the ideal that your ancestors have fought for countless years, and Frelljord will be unified." Galen rubbed his eyebrows, showing that he was not as determined as he said.

"But you said you were worried." Ashe began to talk about the topic.

"Yes, worry." Garen sat upright and frowned. "Today, the Snow Mountain League performed too normally."

"Normal?" Ashe didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Charge, bleeding, death. Everything is reasonable." Garen continued to state his uneasiness, "like the most standard war, but..."

"But what?" Chen Senran continued, signaling Karthas to pour him wine. The thing that could make Garen want to say but stop was definitely something comparable to Lalivash.

"Svein disappeared in Noxus three days ago, which means he has been to this snow-capped mountain for at least three days." Garen said a man's name, a message that seemed to be out of nowhere.

"Svein?" Karthas, who was about to pour wine, interjected, "I have played with him several times. He is a smart guy. They all call him the eyeball on the axe blade. The Noxus military's number one think tank is indeed a bit worthwhile."

The fact that he was able to get a little bit of a good review of Karlsas was enough to see that the other party was a tough guy, but this didn't seem to make Garen look so ugly. You know, even if he was almost eaten by Lalivash, he could still drink without changing his face.

"Have you suffered his losses?" Chen Senran could only draw this conclusion, and it should be a huge loss.

"I lost three times in his hands. The worst time, I was besieged in a canyon by two thousand Noxus assassination teams and almost died." Garen's eyes were a little painful, "and before every loss, I always had the advantage, and the place was always... normal."

"So you think that an army with Svein in the formation is so normal, isn't normal?" Ashe, who had been listening, finally came to this conclusion.

"Yes." Garen nodded, "so I'm worried."

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Chapter completed!