Chen Senran once thought that one of the stupidest things in this world was that when you encounter problems in life that you cannot stop or solve, you shout.

Chen Senran had seen countless people shouting at his gun, calling Mom, Allah, God, Tathagata Buddha. He used to think that was too weak. In Chen Senran's world, if someone pointed a gun at his head, he would definitely cut off that person's hand.

But when the footprints on the ground began to scatter, and when the face of the frost-covered Demacian appeared before him, he felt that he might really lose something immediately, in the moment he didn't know, just like those who lost their lives in the moment of shouting.

He suddenly began to understand the people who had shouted at his gun. He wasn't really better than them, but he hadn't encountered something he really cared enough.

At this moment, now, he really dared and could not overlap little Annie's face with those damn frost. He was really afraid of losing it.

So he began to shout desperately, and he stood at the damn hole, shouting Anne's name all over the sky, and the whole world was shaking, but, no, any, response.

So he was about to start doing the second thing he thought was extremely stupid, that was running, aimlessly running like those targets that used to avoid their pursuit. That was another synonym for weakness in his dictionary, and he used to control everything.

But he was running tonight, and he felt his weakness again.

After leaving the deep and long corridor like an ancient tomb, there was another square, a square full of snow.

Chen Senran once again ignited the little fire at his fingertips, and the fire illuminated the sky and the earth.

The heavy snow in the sky is still boundless. Although the footprints on the ground are messy, they still show a straight line spreading in the snow. Further away, there are the afterimages of the perhaps mighty and majestic statues hundreds of years ago that were filled with heavy snow.

He observed for a while and concentrated the energy of the flames into his eyes so that he could see footprints on the ground while running.

Then, he started running.

He ran for a long time, and the square seemed to be boundless and endless, with countless hideous outlines whizzing by his side.

The dark night was deep and the wind and snow were constantly blowing. He felt like he was running in an ancient cemetery that had been sleeping for countless years.

Just as he wanted to shout Little Anne's name in the loudest voice, he stopped, stopping so suddenly, because he found a second person.

No, it should be an ice sculpture.

The fire lit up again at Chen Senran's fingertips, and another face completely covered by frost, exactly the same as the original person.

Chen Senran waved without saying a word to extinguish the light in his hand and continued running, but the light from the corner of his eyes swept to a little further outline.

"It's beginning to approach." The person who spoke was Lao Du. He followed Chen Senran silently, but at this time he pointed to the shadows and darkness further away.

Chen Senran nodded and held the flames in his hand and began to move forward. The number of ice sculptures appeared gradually, and many ice sculptures fell side by side.

In other words, the large army is nearby.

Chen Senran's eyes twitched. While checking, he was extremely afraid that Little Annie's little face would appear in his sight.

In the blink of an eye, the number of people had increased to a total of more than 500, and Chen Senran had not found any trace of Little Annie.

This made him clench his fists involuntarily. Although little Anne might be fine for the time being, obviously, the deeper it goes, the more dangerous it will be.

Another point is, in what form the curse was applied to a person. So far, he hasn't seen anyone who can speak. The first one he saw before was probably in the best situation. He probably wanted to go back and report to Chen Senran, but unfortunately he didn't hold on until the end. Judging from that person's situation, this curse should first be to break up people's consciousness with a spiritual attack, and finally use an incredible materialized energy to freeze the whole person.

Chen Senran felt a little bit of the domineering energy before, which almost suffocated him.

Fortunately, he has not felt any discomfort so far.

The number of ice sculptures has reached its end, and the remaining more than 400 people are not here.

They got inside.

More inside...

Chen Senran raised the light of fire at the tip of his fingers. Further away, there was a large outline like a giant statue. Behind that outline was a deep shadow like the sea. The statue was most likely the statue of the Frost Queen, and the shadow should be the main palace structure.

The strong wind blew even tighter, swaying the little fire on Chen Senran's fingertips.

"Did you hear it?" Lao Du suddenly asked.

Chen Senran frowned and carefully identified the possible strangeness in the wild wind.

Then, he heard...the sound of gold and iron attacks.

This voice caused his pupils to shrink because it meant that someone was fighting the Demacians.

The attacker who could appear here...is the Queen's Ghost Guard, or the Queen herself?

Chen Senran didn't care about that much. In the flash of lightning, he had already extinguished the flames at his fingertips, and the flame energy was fully opened, rushing towards the place that might have infinite terror like a flash of lightning.

At a seemingly far distance, under Chen Senran's full sprint, it was almost in front of him in one breath, and the sound of metal and iron fighting was clearly sounding in his ears.

The dark night vision cultivated by years of killer career also allows Chen Senran to roughly see the situation on the field.

The curse of the Frost Queen has spread here, and there are about dozens of ice sculptures scattered on the ground, and more are Demacia soldiers who are fighting with swords and not yet falling.

However, the enemy who fought with them could not see clearly because of the night. They could only roughly tell through the outline that they should be human-shaped creatures.

But these are not the focus of Chen Senran's attention at this moment. His eyes were constantly searching in the chaotic crowd. He only wanted to see Little Annie. He believed that he could recognize just one of the tiniest silhouettes, or even a gentle breath.

But, unfortunately, Chen Senran searched three times but couldn't find the petite figure.

He suspected that his intuition was wrong. He wanted to shout, but was discovered by the alert Demacians. While fighting against those unknown enemies, they shouted in the direction of Chen Senran: "Who?"

Someone had already pointed the sword in his hand at Chen Senran's face. The sharp murderous intent forced Chen Senran to light up the fire at his fingertips. He looked at the Demacians who were still fighting and said, "It's me."

When the fire lights up, Chen Senran subconsciously searched again, no, no she.

No little Anne.

There are only the faces of the Demacians' blades and the faces of the enemies who intersect their swords.

No, it seems to be without a face.

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