"How many more people are available?" Lao Du looked at Chen Senran, who was leading the charge, and asked Delxiu, who was walking beside him.

It was already daybreak, and Chen Senran led the Demacian Stormtroopers as they galloped majestically on the endless snowfields. The hell-like city in the sky covered with ice had long been left behind them.

"Six hundred and thirty-seven people." Sixty-three people died directly, 300 people were seriously injured, and almost everyone suffered minor injuries.

The attack in the wind and snow last night was really too terrifying. The almost ubiquitous curse-like attack was no match for even a force known as the top in the mainland.

It's a nightmare when I think about it.

Delxiu couldn't help but frown slightly as he looked at the Demacia men who were running expressionlessly on the snowfield, seemingly just like before.

He knew that they were actually very tired. Many of them were just running with their last willpower. At this point, they could still maintain a neat military appearance. It was really their last bit of pride that still stood tall.

If it were in the past, Delxiu would never agree to continue moving forward, even if Chen Senran was the commander-in-chief, because that would be too reckless, and the team's casualty rate is as high as nearly 50%.

The giant monster moving forward is really seeking death.

There was absolutely no way he could just watch his brother die.

But this time he compromised. When he saw Chen Senran walking down the stairs step by step, and when he saw clearly the wanton murderous look in that man's eyes, he compromised.

But he is not afraid of those overflowing murderous intent. He has killed people for more than ten years. He has never seen such violent eyes with murderous intent. Even in that almost certain death canyon battle, he faced

When he looked at Darius, who was blocking the entrance of the valley, with blood staining dozens of yards around him, and rising into the sky with murderous intent, he just held the sword in his hand and shouted for Demacia to charge.

I went up there without any fear.

The reason why he compromised was simply because of the confusion after the thick murderous intent in his eyes. He was very familiar with that kind of confusion. When he was young, his parents were chopped into pieces by the Noxians.

He crawled out from under the bed late at night and looked at his own eyes in the mirror, feeling at a loss.

The helpless confusion of desperately trying to find something to hold on to.

Chen Senran, a man who has always been shown to be as calm and stable as a rock, has a crack in his shell that is so solid that nothing can break it.

He was previously called a man like a demon sword by Galen, but at this moment, his scabbard was lost.

"He has gone completely crazy." Delxiu couldn't help but pinch the horse under his crotch, trying to keep up with Chen Senran's speed. Even though he had agreed to march, he had to advise him to slow down. He had just

I saw that some soldiers who had not recovered from serious injuries were almost falling.

"If you know he is crazy, don't try to persuade him anymore." Lao Du saw Delxiu's intention, shook his head and said, "Stay the seriously injured ones."

The strong wind began to blow again, and Chen Senran pushed the horse under his crotch harder against the wind. The force even caused a trace of flame to surge out of his body, which stimulated the horse under his crotch to neigh for a long time.

.

He was indeed completely crazy. He no longer cared about anything else, such as the battle agreement with Galen, or a surprise attack from behind.

The flames in his body had long been burned away, and he only had one thought left at the moment, which was to follow the trace of breath left by that damn Frost Queen Lissandra, heading north, north, north.

————————————

While Chen Senran was running like crazy on the boundless ice field, Galen finally welcomed the envoy from the parliament.

The fateful Armistice Day has arrived.

The envoys of the Parliament stepped on the snow in front of the coalition camp almost before dawn.

Before Galen had any time to use any excuse to evade, the envoy of the Parliament, holding the magic book engraved with magic in his hand, the scale and the crystal tower, representing the supreme power of the Parliament, directly passed through the heavy siege and broke through.

Entered Galen's tent.

When Galen saw the face of the envoy with typical Yodle characteristics, he was even thinking about how to delay the meeting with the council envoy.

"Oh, my dear Sir Galen, are you waiting for me?" Te said hello in a Yodel-specific accent. The high-pitched voice matched his Yodle's natural sense of joy.

The face makes people laugh.

But Galen couldn't laugh at all. While cursing in his mind how this damn Yodle came so quickly, he put on an exaggerated smile, opened his arms and greeted him, "Oh, Mr. Envoy.

, I sent someone to greet you, why didn’t I pick you up in advance? This is really rude of me, welcome to your arrival." He originally planted countless hidden sentries on the road, and once he found the parliamentary envoy, he intercepted it and tried to delay the time.

, but I didn’t expect to be dodged by this damn yordle.

"Oh, Lord Galen, you are so polite. I am not a person who likes complicated etiquette, so I briefly used the latest research results of our Piltover Academy of Science, the invisibility powder. I hope you won't be offended.

." The yordle bowed gracefully to apologize. That precise gesture fully demonstrated his good self-cultivation.

"Of course not. Please sit down. Have you had breakfast?" Galen was still laughing, but when he heard the word Piltover, his smile became somewhat normal, even real.

laughed.

The people of Piltover... Originally when he saw this yordle, he was not sure of his identity. After all, the yordle forces on this continent are widely divided, and not all yordle forces are related to Demacia.

If you are friendly, Bandle City, for example, will be neutral, while some yordles in Zaun will be hostile.

But Piltover, damn, praise that word.

This shows that the damn Yodle in front of him is here to help him. Galen knows that it is absolutely impossible to send people from the two countries to participate in this kind of mediation between the two countries, which will cause obvious bias.

Therefore, we usually challenge those idle people within the academy who did not belong to any force before and now to be the messengers, but this time...

He is actually from Piltover, and Piltover has always been on good terms with the Demacians...

"Oh, no, I'm in a hurry to go back. You have to know that the entire continent is waiting for a fair, wonderful, and perfect duel in the land of justice. That is a grand event that has not happened in many years." Piltover

Mr. Yoder's special envoy waved his stubby little finger and continued, "So, you have to hurry up."

"But you know that my army has a large number of people..." Galen frowned. The other party's words made him not too sure of what the other party meant, so he decided to test it first. He needed to know what he could do.

degree.

"Oh, you misunderstood what I meant. What I need is a warrior who is strong and can shock everyone. Not a war." The Yodle shook his finger and laughed, "A warrior just like you."

The meaning of this sentence is... He only needs people who can act and can hold up the scene. As for the army, he didn't mention a word.

"Oh, the mighty warrior is going out to the third barracks on the left. Our great prince Jarvan IV of Demacia and Lord Xin Zhao, the steward of Demacia, are waiting for you there." Galen laughed and said with a kind of cooperation.

Looking at each other with pleasant eyes, he finally asked cautiously, "We..."

"Oh..." The envoy who had turned around seemed to have suddenly remembered something. He threw a scroll on the ground and stepped on it. "The Freljord is really a ghost place. The blizzard has stranded the army.

It’s been three days, damn it.” At the end of his sentence, he deliberately sneezed to show how cold he was before walking out of the tent.

At this time, Ai Xi opened the tent and walked in. Seeing the joy on Galen's face, he said in surprise: "Why?"

Galen smiled and moved his eyes to the scroll on the ground. The scroll had spread out, revealing the king's seal on the paper inside. He stepped on it hard and said, "The snow is too heavy."

————————————

Work hard to write the story and finish it as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!