"It's almost time." Lao Du rubbed his smooth and jade-like fingers and glanced at Delxiu beside him.

Under the snowless sky, the Noxian camp was already vaguely visible. The swords in the hands of the soldiers standing on the towers reflected the light in the rare good sunlight in Freljord, even shining brightly for Delsho.

My eyes are a little sore.

He nodded, turned and looked behind him.

Behind him, seventy-eight Demacia stormtroopers wearing Noxian scout uniforms stood in silence.

"Do you remember everything clearly?" Delxiu's eyes scanned every detail of them, trying to find some big flaws.

Seventy-eight people neatly slit their throats with one palm, the most standard Noxian military salute.

This is Lao Du's plan. Let his own people disguised as Noxian scouts sneak into the enemy's interior first, waiting for opportunities to cooperate inside and outside. It is a very simple but very deadly plan.

Because Lao Du... was someone who had been close to the soul of the Noxian military.

He told these seventy-eight people all the most critical things about the Noxian scouts on the road. As long as they remember those most critical things, then even the almost demonic uncle of Noxus

General Nahm would never be able to tell the difference even if he came in person.

Thinking of the last words of Lao Du, Delxiu's eyes that had been cold for many years gained a touch of warmth. His gaze passed over the young or vicissitudes of faces. Many of them had fought side by side with him for many years.

, many people still have their childishness and the flavor of the sunshine on the west coast of Demacia. Many of them will survive and many of them will die.

War always kills people, and Delxiu is definitely not the kind of person who doesn't want to see death. But today, here, under the rare sunshine in Freljord, he suddenly remembered that he went to the battlefield for the first time at the age of fifteen and rushed to the battlefield.

The sunshine is also so good when facing those whistling swords.

So he didn't shout long live Demacia, but said: "Take care." He hoped that this time maybe fewer people would die because of Lao Du, so that many people could go home and see their girl.

Seventy-eight people silently responded with the highest Demacian breast-beating military salute, and seventy-eight fists struck their breastplates hard, making a deep sound.

The sun quietly turned westward.

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With the help of the Demacians around him, Tryndamere pulled his body out of the deep snow with difficulty. While slapping the snow on his body, he spit out the snowflakes in his mouth and shouted: "

|What a damn bad luck. Where is that bastard named Jess? I’m going to chop off his head.”

"You mean Jace?" Galen frowned again, but his physical strength was really exhausted, causing him to cough violently.

"Yeah, it's that damn guy. If his bird-feather Mercury cannon hadn't suddenly exploded, I would have been buried in the snow. Fortunately, I have thick skin and thick flesh..." Tryndamere didn't know that he was a little nervous because of the explosion.

However, he was still very wordy and kept mumbling to himself, "I don't know how Ai Xi and the others are doing..."

"Mercury's Cannon..." Galen suppressed his cough and read the name again, his eyelids twitching. He really didn't expect that the problem was with Mercury's Cannon.

Unexpectedly, the weapon originally used to defeat the enemy almost ruined his own mission. Jace really succeeded more than he failed.

Galen's heart was filled with anger and he couldn't help but start coughing again.

"It doesn't matter to you?" Tryndamere finally discovered Galen's injury. Even though he was standing a little far away, he was overwhelmed by Olaf's blow. It is conceivable that Galen defeated Olaf head-on.

How much pressure there is.

"It's okay." Galen was not an ordinary person after all, and he quickly suppressed his emotions, but the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, revealing his extreme weakness, "Can you still fight?"

"Okay." Tryndamere is not an idiot. Although he has been cursing indiscriminately just now, he has already seen the entire situation. He doesn't have much to say about Galen mixing his people into the resistance army.

Say a word.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Galen's hands were shaking more and more violently, and he couldn't stop coughing again. "I will find Ashe and the others..."

"Then what if Olaf..." Tryndamere reacted quickly. When he saw Galen, he thought of the barbarian who looked like a god of thunder. "I'm afraid you may not be able to survive..." But he didn't mention a word about Jace.

, although he was clamoring to kill him just a moment ago, he knew the stakes and believed that Galen would give him an explanation.

"You can't control that much. If you can't stabilize the front, it will be over." When Galen heard Tryndamere say this, not only did he change his view of Tryndamere, he began to feel that the barbarian man in front of him could gain a foothold on this snowy field.

, it is definitely not just his invincible bravery that chases three thousand Noxians by himself, but also his wise heart.

"Don't die." Tryndamere laughed, and casually pulled out a fierce long knife from the deep snow, dragging it all the way, raising a cloud of snow mist into the sky.

He shouted to the fighting crowd: "Now, they can die."

Such provocative and crazy words suddenly made the situation that was already locked in a deadly battle boil over again.

The warriors belonging to the barbarian clan roared like crazy when they heard the voice of their king. Some people in the back row rushed to the front line as if they were desperate for their lives, and some people even directly put their hands in their hands.

The sword was thrown out directly.

Tryndamere's laughter grew louder. He hammered the muscles on his chest hard and whined the sword in his hand. "This will be a massacre."

The originally ferocious Noxians were once again stagnated by the madness of the coalition forces. Their arms waving their swords slowed down a little, and their steps hesitated a little. The ferocious force of the charge all the way.

Very little of the arrogance was dissipated.

And they had not yet made it a yard beyond the mouth of the canyon.

Dead bodies had accumulated on the ground, and even more were flesh and blood that had been crushed in countless collisions. The flesh and blood seeped into the snow, and the red blood and white snow were bright and ferocious.

The charge was still going on, and the Demacian shield array had been shattered by countless rounds of impact. Countless waves of people pushed forward, and behind them, Tryndamere's laughter was very close.

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Chapter completed!