"They are here." I don't know who was the first to shout this sentence.

Everyone subconsciously looked in one direction.

Then, the soldiers of the entire coalition were frightened to find that at some point, the silent fortress had already opened, and countless Noxus soldiers were constantly rushing out of the gate of the fortress. They were covered with painted black armor full of the fierce style of Noxus, holding a rough and savage black sword in their hands, and quickly moving forward in the narrow and cramped canyon, with their paces swift and gloomy, like a group of life-seeking evil spirits crawling out of hell.

Everyone's breathing is suffocating.

It was this time that the fastest Noxus had already entered the middle of the canyon. At their speed, as long as two more minutes were spent, the first Noxus would step on the land outside the canyon.

Given the chaos of the coalition forces now, if they are approached by these evil ghosts, it would be...

Tigers enter the flock.

The wind whistled.

More people began to scream in horror, and panic spread to the entire coalition in an instant.

Those who survived the light hell of the moment before and were extremely close to the canyon entrance began to retreat desperately. Some of the people who stood far away were only affected by a small number of people quickly retreated to the large army, while more people who were close to the center, injured their legs or even broken legs were completely trapped in desperate situations. They struggled in a pool of blood, behind them were the sound of endless snow steps that were clearly heard, and in front of them were friendly troops and even comrades who were fleeing in panic.

Countless curses and curses, hysterical roars rage throughout the canyon, and the entire coalition was in a situation of nearly collapse.

Only a few soldiers were either because of their comrades-in-law or because of something else to turn around to save those who were struggling. More people mixed in with the uneasy large troops and began to find their own commander.

But when they looked at the high ground where their backbone was supposed to be, even more panic arose.

Because, they found that their commander was gone.

The Avarosa people were confused, the barbarians were confused, and the Snow Mountain Alliance people were confused. Only the Demacians looked at Garen, who was still standing in the center, and silently held their sword.

The confused people also turned their attention to the only surviving leader, and the previous highest leader. They looked at Garen, hoping that he could give them an explanation.

Garen was still gasping for breath. He was also thinking about where those people went, but he knew that this was not the time to think about this problem, because the Noxus came.

But those soldiers didn't care about this, they just found that their leader and their king had disappeared.

The Avarosa people looked at Garen with a solemn look. The Snow Mountain Alliance people quietly put on the hilt of their knife, while the angry barbarians were already holding up their swords and shouting at Garen: "Our king, where is Tedamir?"

The Demacians drew their swords.

The atmosphere was tense in an instant.

The Noxus' footsteps had reached less than two hundred yards from the entrance of the canyon.

Garen was still gasping, and the tragic howlings mixed with the cold wind made his temples thump, and his head hurt.

He was really tired, his hands were very tired, his eyelids were heavy, his eyes swept through every pair of bad eyes that were staring at him inch by inch, and every big knife full of murderous aura.

He took another breath, suddenly straightened his already spasm-like back, held the fearless sword high again, pointed at everyone, and roared in the strong wind: "You damn bastards, dog bastards, do you really want to die? Listen behind you, the Noxus people have arrived, their swords can cut off your heads in the next moment, you are still here to use your pig brain to wonder if I killed your king, OK, if you really want to kill me, come on, see if I die first, or are you crushed into meat paste by the Noxus people first." Garen used his last strength to roar every word of his words as if it were thunder.

Every word rushed into the ears of those who were hostile to Galen. They looked at Galen, watching his cloak flying again in the strong wind, his erect body lowered his head in his knife-like eyes.

Garen glanced at the audience expressionlessly, his eyes flashed through the dense crowd, and the howling wounded soldiers looked at the Noxus people in the canyon who could already see the reflection on their armor, and inserted his sword into the snow and said, "Now, you damn trash, bastards, I don't care who you are before. If you don't want to die, just follow my orders and block the entrance of the canyon quickly. I don't care what method you use, whether it's a knife, a sword, or your butt, block the group of dogs and bastards in Noxus. If anyone dares to let one go, I will be the first to cut off his head."

"Get out." The last word "Get out." All the people from all sides who were originally fierce and fierce rushed towards the entrance of the canyon, like a group of wild dogs fleeing in panic that were frightened by the majesty of the lion.

In fact, they were not really that afraid of Galen. They just wanted to kill Galen just now and were completely distracted because of two huge impacts in a short period of time. They needed some venting and venting their fear.

And when Garen roared, they woke up a little.

They weren't really stupid, they didn't really want to die, so they chose to obey Garen, and they actually just wanted to find the direction.

Of course, Galen is indeed unstoppable enough.

Seeing the situation stabilized, Garen breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't shocked those damn guys just now, then he would have to escape in panic, because he was so tired.

But he knew that it was not the time to rest, and the wounded had to be rescued, and those people had to be found, including Olaf, of course, the most important thing was defense.

If you can't defend yourself, then maybe the best choice is to die in battle.

He tried hard to divide his Demacia troops into three teams, one team went to rescue the wounded, one team searched, and one team followed him to defend. Garen took a breath and was about to reach out to draw his sword.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the snow not far away.

Garen's eyes narrowed instantly.

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Chapter completed!