"Long time no see, Lissandra."

A deep voice suddenly sounded in the dark room where time had been frozen. It was the voice of General Burnham, who had long been frozen into an ice sculpture. There seemed to be a smile in his voice, and that smile was like that of a human being. After many years of loneliness, I suddenly felt the joy of meeting an old friend from long ago.

Amidst the laughter, the frost covering the surface of General Burnham's pitch-black full-body armor began to crack inch by inch.

"It's been a long time..." The woman sitting at the other end of the speaker's table holding the girl like a virgin was the Frost Queen Lissandra who Chen Senran was going crazy to catch up with. She looked at The frost fell layer by layer from General Burnham's body without any fear or worry. Her pair of ice-blue eyes that seemed to have endless ice and snow flowing were unblinking, as if they were eternal. glacier.

"Two hundred years..." After a pause, Lissandra let out a long sigh. There was no anger or sadness in that sigh, but only the flow of more than two hundred years that was enough to kill anyone. Human...loneliness.

"What happened back then..." General Burnham still held his head motionless, still letting the frost on his body wither away. He seemed to feel the ubiquitous loneliness, and said apologetically, "I'm very sad. Feel sorry."

"Is my apology useful?" Lissandra's tone was still calm, without any excessive emotions. She just sat on that seat and looked at General Burnham. She was not angry or crazy, but That sentence came out in such a way that people couldn't think of any refutation at all, as if it was the final decision and the truth.

That kind of imperial power can stagnate even as powerful as General Burnham.

The whole room became even colder, and even the falling frost on General Burnham's body condensed again.

"Your daughter?" General Burnham no longer dwelled on this topic, but turned the conversation to the little girl in Lissandra's arms.

The little girl is pink and delicate, and is a great beauty, but at this moment, her face is covered with frost, her lips are white, and she looks like she is not going to die soon. Naturally, she is little Annie.

"What do you think?" Lissandra didn't seem to have the slightest interest in talking to Burnham about this, and ended the conversation in one sentence.

"What do you mean?" General Burnham knew of course that the girl was definitely not Lissandra's daughter, but he knew that holding a girl in his arms with the original fire of her natural enemy flowing through her body was definitely not for fun.

"I know you have turned against them. Now that they are in power, it will be difficult for you." Lissandra said it as if it was completely irrelevant, "So, you need me."

"You are very well-informed." General Burnham was noncommittal. He seemed to realize that the conversation had reached the topic, and no longer paid attention to the little girl who must have some kind of problem. After a moment of silence, he said, "But you have to know , even if I have a hard time, at least there are thousands of people who can die for me, but you are gone now, you are just one person."

"So, I need you too." Lissandra spoke his answer first without waiting for General Burnham to conclude.

This surprised General Burnham. He groaned and slowly raised his head, as if he wanted to see clearly whether the person sitting opposite him was the uncompromising King of Freljord in the past. .

He said nothing more, waiting for Lissandra's next words.

"I can cooperate with you." Lissandra said what Burnham wanted to hear, "but you have to do something for me first."

"Say." General Burnham was still noncommittal. In fact, he didn't really like bargaining with others.

"Someone is chasing me, for her." Lissandra finally turned the topic back to little Annie in her arms.

"So?" Burnham didn't think that other than those few people, anyone else could make it difficult for Lissandra, and although the Origin Fire system was rare, it shouldn't belong to those few people.

"Help me stop him, but don't kill him." Lissandra stated the strange conditions, but they were not excessive.

So Burnham didn't say no, "Okay."

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The flesh and the sword collided fiercely, and the sound of the flesh colliding with the sound of the sword entering the flesh was so harsh that it made one's teeth sore.

No one is willing to give in, everyone is desperately moving forward.

Life is meaningless here. In this war meat grinder at the mouth of the canyon, whoever is more vicious and more desperate will win.

Tryndamere wiped the blood that had been spattered on him in the previous collision. When the group of people in front could no longer hold on and were about to fall, he waved to stop the next group of people around him who were about to go up to rescue them.

, and raised the long knife in his hand that was left by an unknown person who had died.

When those people had drained their last drop of blood and were about to be crushed into pulp by the Noxians coming from behind, Tryndamere spun out like a whirlwind.

The sword in his hand became one with his man at that moment, and the fierce force of the sword directly pulled up a snow mist that reached the sky. It was so powerful that it was as powerful as the highest mountain in Freljord.

Tundra Mammoth's Voidstorm.

Those Noxians who originally thought victory was coming were stunned for a moment, and they looked up at the roaring storm.

The next moment, Tryndamere struck with a sword.

The violent storm rolled directly towards the stunned Noxians, and all of them were swept into the storm the moment it touched them.

The ear-piercing sounds of broken bones and torn flesh resounded intensively, and were later covered up by the violent sound of the storm.

The storm got stronger and stronger. As the number of people being strangled increased, the snow and mist rolled up by the entire knife storm was dyed with a layer of scarlet blood. It showed no intention of stopping and strangled layer by layer.

It seemed that the Noxians who dared to block the way would only fight to the bottom of that fortress.

Seeing Tryndamere breaking through three yards into the canyon with overwhelming force, the coalition troops outside the canyon didn't know whether to charge with the trend or wait and see what happened.

Galen saw that Tryndamere had completely stabilized the situation, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to order those who were standing stupidly to charge forward, a dazzling light flashed past.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of that damn Mercury Cannon.

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I don’t know why I was very impetuous today and I wrote in a hurry.
Chapter completed!