The air flows back and the strong wind rises again.

The howling wind passed through the high ground, bringing the only smell of blood from the flesh that was quickly frozen by the cold air into the nose of every survivor.

The smell of blood spreads into the nasal cavity of every surviving Demacian, dips into their nerves, and penetrates into their brains, piercing their last bit of sanity like the sharpest javelin.

The smell of blood told them that the brothers who were still fighting side by side with them at the last moment and whispered to discuss what kind of red wine they would drink and what to look for after returning home were dead.

They were completely smashed their heads, stomped the bones all over their bodies, never drinking red wine, never seeing the beautiful girl from their hometown, and never being able to stand up and hold their swords and shout long live Demacia.

It's really, damn. It's really unforgivable.

This woman, the murderer who was walking leisurely on the flesh and blood all over the ground, leaving.

Every Demacia warrior roared, and the fear and shadow that the woman brought to them the moment ago disappeared, and more shame and hatred boiled in her blood vessels.

No one said a little nonsense, no one shouted loudly that I was going to kill you. Just.

"Zheng--" Everyone drew their swords, and every Demacian who could still move came forward at the same time. Some people didn't even care about their bleeding arms and held on to the path that Sejuani must pass.

The blood that has passed must be repaid with blood. No one can leave safely after letting the Demacians bleed. No matter what it is.

The bloody road that Se Zhuoni had originally opened was completely blocked, and she was surrounded by the angry Demacians, without any more room to move.

Seeing this situation, Garen's hand, which was holding the hilt of the sword, relaxed. He originally planned to take action to keep Sejonni's, but now, his brother has not disappointed him.

The blood of the Demacians is not cold yet.

Sejonni was standing high on the other end and was almost completely injured. She was just a little bit of skin on the huge snow-capped porcupine. She looked at the Demacians who were getting closer and closer, and looked at the fearless flames burning in their eyes. There was no fear on her face, but instead showed a rare smile, as if she was appreciating the courage of these Demacians, and as if she was mocking their overestimation.

Countless great swords were raised high around her. The strong wind blew through each blade, and the air was filled with low buzzing sounds, as if thousands of dead souls were returning again and possessed on those blades. Only by drinking the blood of their enemies would they leave.

The increasingly dense murderous intent made the snow-capped porcupine make a manic hum, and shake its head with some anxiety, as if it wants to force it out.

Se Zhuoni pulled the reins slightly and comforted the snow-capped wild boar under her seat. She seemed to be in a hurry to rush out. She glanced at the distance, and at a twenty yards, their people were about to arrive.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and the dense blades pressed the wind into a sharp breath and pressed towards Se Zhuangni, causing the hard hair on the snow-capped porcupine to rise up one by one.

Se Zhuoni narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the countless sword blades that were close to her, and raised the cold iron chain hammer covered with countless brain-plasma and flesh.

All around was quiet only the sound of the wind.

The whole world is as slaughtered as a knife, and blood is about to flow again.

"Sul--" When the first Snow Mountain Alliance stepped into the last five yards, the powerful and powerful sound of stepping on the snow broke the last string in the mind of Demacia.

"Roar—" The first Demacian swung his sword hard, and the fierce and almost swung his arm away, drew a white line visible to the naked eye in the air. The blade pierced the strong wind and made a low hoarse sound as if it had cut off a person's throat.

Then, thousands of great swords slashed through the sound of the wind, thousands of low and hoarse whispered, like thousands of revengeful ghosts.

"Sharp" The harsh steel attack sounded at the same moment, and the cold iron chain hammer, which was originally as quiet as a mountain, rotated in an instant, blocking countless revengeful lonely ghosts from the absolute steel field.

The terrifying force brought back the Demacians with almost all their lives, and the great sword led the people back, instantly expanding the originally dense circle several times.

But this time, without any pause, the remaining Demacians once again swung silently with the great sword in their hands. They rushed towards the steel field that began to make thunder again, without any concern that their bodies would completely turn into a ball of meat in the next moment.

"Single"

"Single"

"Single"

The sound of steel attacks kept ringing in the air, and the Demacians charged towards Sejonni in a desperate manner.

Finally, the dancing speed of Se Zhuoni's cold chain hammer, which was already a little tired, slowed down, and the steel field was no longer like thunder.

However, she was still as calm as ever. She looked again not far away. Her people had already begun to attack and made breakthroughs on the periphery of those Demacians.

Looking at the barbarians who waved the knife at the Demacians desperately, Sezhunni showed a sincere smile. She waved the cold iron chain hammer in her hand again, blocked the slash of the big sword again, and finally activated the snow-capped porcupine under her and shouted loudly: "Steel bristle, go!"

As Se Zhuangni's battle call sounded on the battlefield, the men of the Snow Mountain Alliance, who formed a sharp knife formation and continued to break through in the direction of Se Zhuangni, also waved their swords and shouted: "Steel mane, go!"

Looking at the Snow Mountain Alliance barbarians who were constantly charging forward like chicken blood, the peripheral soldiers of Demacia automatically formed a small-scale battle formation and once again raised the broken steel shields.

At the same time, the light cavalry also surrounded all the flanks and harassed the two wings of the sharp knife formation.

In the battle formation, the snow-capped porcupine in Sezhuangni did not accelerate again because there was not enough space to accelerate, and it did not activate another impact like a tide. It was blocked by countless sword blades, as if walking in a mud. And more sword blades had cut through its tough skin and it began to bleed.

When the howling of the snow-capped porcupine echoed in the sky on the dining table high ground, no one noticed that dozens of dark green strange instruments were mounted not far away.

War, anxiety.

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Originally, this chapter was to be posted in the early morning, but due to network problems, it has been posted now.
Chapter completed!