Time goes back to the previous moment.

The berserker Olaf's big ax whizzed out, and his low roar that hit me with the ax has not completely dissipated in the air.

The sun shines on the ax that is spinning in the air from the best angle. The ax's no longer shiny surface, which has been sharpened by time and blood, only reflects a dull light. It does nothing for the Freljord young man.

Some sunshine stopped, it passed through the light, passed through the sound of wind, and finally passed through the heart.

This ax came at a speed that was more turbulent than time. Before everyone's nerves had time to react, it suddenly arrived and directly hit the body of the Snow Mountain Alliance soldier who was standing at the forefront as vanguard cannon fodder.

, piercing his body which was only wearing a thick layer of animal skin and some defensive armor made of messy metal.

"Woo--" Until this moment, everyone's ears could barely hear the sound of the ax rushing through the air, and--

“Hiss——————” a loud and majestic sound of tearing flesh and blood.

The body of the Snow Mountain Alliance soldier standing at the forefront was blasted into countless splatters of flesh and blood in that instant, and he didn't even have time to lift his hand.

The big ax does not stop, the big ax continues to move forward.

The entire surface of the big ax that drank blood glowed with a strange dark red light. It roared like a roar and crashed into the second person.

“Hiss——————” There are no surprises, no possibility of obstruction.

The second person also turned into a pool of flesh and blood in an instant.

Then the third one.

The fourth.

The fifth.

The sixth...

until……

Thirty-seven.

The big ax finally stopped killing after drinking the blood of the thirty-seventh person.

It hit the thirty-seventh man hard. This time it did not pass through the Snow Mountain Alliance soldier's body fiercely. It did not even crush the simple armor composed of animal skins and inferior metal.

It just hit the man hard and knocked him away from where he was.

But although the force was no longer the force to kill, it was still ferocious enough. It knocked the warrior into a group of Snow Mountain Alliance warriors behind, and the powerful stamina was directly transmitted through the man's body to a large group of people behind.

It brought down an entire formation that was standing relatively neatly, and even affected the Demacians on the side.

It was only then that the ax finally stopped its turbulent pace and fell to the ground, embedded in the deep snow, with wet blood dripping from the face of the axe.

The long afternoon sunshine without snow in the Freljord pulls its silhouette, ferocious and cruel.

No one spoke, and everyone subconsciously restrained their breath. They clenched the swords in their hands and stared at the Lokfa barbarian who had not even put away his hands, for fear that he would yell again and kill the other man.

Throw the ax out.

"Let me kill him." Sejuani's face turned extremely ugly. When she said this, she waved the cold iron hammer in her hand desperately. It seemed that she was really angry to the extreme because of the death of her soldiers.

.

Galen didn't answer or look at her. He looked at the ax for a long time and then pursed his lips. He looked at the Noxian fortress as if he was thirsty and said, "Attack."

Jace frowned and did not try to refute again. He had already felt the murderous intention in Galen. Although he really wanted to prove himself, he knew that it was definitely not a good idea to completely anger Galen at this time, so

He had the Noxian fortress in his sights.

Olaf in the distance finally put away his hand. He looked at the tens of thousands of troops who were silenced by the threat of his axe. There was a look of satisfaction on his face. He laughed and stroked his lush hair.

The flame-like golden beard stepped forward with one foot.

"Rust—" The sound of stepping on the snow stunned the allied soldiers who had already tensed their nerves. Some of them even took a step back subconsciously.

The Snow Mountain Alliance soldiers who were trying to get up were frightened and fell to the ground again.

When Galen saw this scene, he still watched expressionlessly, as if he had no intention of stopping it at all. However, Ashe discovered that Galen's hand holding the sword was already covered with veins.

Olaf laughed more and more cheerfully, and he took the second step, and then the third step amidst laughter.

He started walking towards the mouth of the canyon without stopping, as if he really wanted to fight one against ten thousand.

The soldiers of the coalition finally began to have some disturbances. Among them, the better-quality soldiers of Demacia could still maintain military discipline, while the troops of Ashe's Avarosa tribe and the Snow Mountain Alliance had begun to turn back frequently.

His leader saw that the most serious among them was the barbarian army of the Barbarian King Tryndamere. This group of barbarians distributed on the right side of the canyon mouth took out their long knives, patted their chests and shouted to Tryndamere: "Tryndamere

, our king, let us kill him, kill this damn guy."

"Yes, kill him, kill this damn guy..."

"Fuck him to death..."

"Ahem..." Tryndamere tugged at the corner of his mouth, waved his hands towards his brothers in embarrassment to signal them to be silent, and then said to Galen sheepishly: "I'm so sorry, brother Galen,

It's because I've neglected to discipline them. They listen to your orders and listen to your orders."

Ashe and a somewhat reluctant Sejuani also issued orders to silence their troops, and then looked at Galen.

Everyone is waiting for Galen to make a decision.

Fight or retreat?

"Let him come over." After saying this, Galen suddenly raised the fearless sword in his hand and threw it towards the ax embedded in the deep snow.

"Clang--" The low sound of gold and iron clashing echoed throughout the mouth of the canyon along with the roaring snow and fog.

When the dust cleared, Galen had walked down step by step from the high ground, facing Olaf in the canyon, towards the pair of crossed swords and axes, the place where the final battle would take place.

Walked over.

The entire coalition army fell silent again. They looked at the man walking down from the high ground and consciously gave way to a path.

And where no one was paying attention, Mercury's Cannon boiled with blue light again.

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I didn’t break my promise, I wrote it down.

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