I want to kill you.

Five words, one sentence, Sejuani spoke slowly and calmly, without even raising her eyelids, but it was like a knife.

A sharp knife.

A heart-piercing sharp knife penetrated directly into everyone's heart.

Everyone present heard this sentence clearly, including Demacians, Avarosans, and Snow Mountain Alliance people.

Everyone made a move that best suited their status in the shortest time. They stood up at the same time, grabbed the swords in their hands, and looked at the person who was an ally a moment ago, with angry eyes and determined murderous intent.

The quickest reaction was the two Demacia soldiers guarding Sejuani. They pulled out the weapons from their waists almost before the last sound of Sejuani's words was uttered.

Great sword.

Even Ashe directly nocked the arrow and pulled the string, pointing the long arrow directly at Sejuani's calm face with a deep and fierce look.

Not to be outdone, the group of people in Piltover raised their guns and shook their fists. The great scientist Mr. Jess directly took out the bottle of antidote that controlled the people of the Snow Mountain Alliance and put it in his hand.

But the men in the Snow Mountain Alliance no longer cared about that at this moment. They simply ignored Jace's threat. Some even spat hard at Jace and looked at him fiercely, obviously

Be the first to kill him.

A pre-battle mutiny is about to take place.

The only people who did not move were two people. One was the instigator of the mutiny, Sejuani, and the other was the challenger of the mutiny, Galen.

Sejuani was still so calm and looked at the back of the man with his back indifferently, without saying a word.

As for Galen, his eyes never left the towering fortress from beginning to end, his hand holding the sword was as steady as before, and his whole person was as calm and calm as an eternal statue of a god.

The snow fell even harder, and every raised sword was covered with a thick layer of frost and snow.

The heavy snow covered the bow and knife.

The wind was stronger, making every feather rustle.

Bloodshed and death are imminent.

Galen finally turned around. He glanced at the people who were murderous in the wind and snow, and then focused his eyes on Sejuani's face again. For a long, long time, he said: "Okay, you come and kill."

I."

Come and kill me.

He said it calmly and calmly, as if it was okay, it would be as simple and easy as I would treat you to dinner.

As he spoke, he took out the fearless sword from his waist, handed it to Sejuani, and looked at her calmly with those beautiful and fierce eyes that had an undercurrent.

Fearless, fearless.

This is a naked duel of ferocity versus ferocity, knife versus knife, life versus life, there are no bells and whistles, the competition is about who is more ferocious.

Sejuani did not accept the sword handed over by Garen, but laughed.

Very few people have seen Sejuani smile. Even the warriors of the Steelmane tribe who have followed Sejuani for the longest time have never seen the female leader smile. In fact, even Sejuani herself has forgotten what laughter feels like.

Ever since she was nine years old and vowed to work hard to strengthen her body for the prosperity of the tribe, laughter and crying have been completely insulated from her.

But she was really laughing, laughing so wantonly and so wildly.

Like a wild lily blooming in the endless wind and snow, wild and charming.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were pierced by the coldness and sharpness of this wild lily, and many people lowered their heads, unable to bear the powerful and aggressive wild beauty.

Garen was also looking at Sejuani and smiling, but he did not lower his head, and his hand holding the sword did not loosen at all. He was still staring closely at the wild lily that suddenly opened.

Kill or surrender.

"You, think, I don't dare?" Sejuani suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Galen as he spoke word by word.

Just before the last word "dare" was spoken, her hand suddenly grabbed the fearless sword and almost snatched it from Galen's hand.

Garen did not stop him and let go of his hand, but still looked at Sejuani. Everyone was looking at Sejuani, whether to fight or not.

"Stab it—" The next moment, before anyone's nerves could react, Sejuani pierced Galen's body with a sword, and her whole body hit Galen's body hard.

"Ta——" Hot blood fell to the ground through the sword blade.

Hitting everyone's nerves, the two nearest Demacian Dreadnought Stormtroopers quickly raised their swords.

It only takes one second to cut off Sejuani's head, which is so close at hand.

All the raised swords drew out the most terrifying arcs.

Take a deep breath, everyone, take a deep breath and gather your strength.

The destruction is about to begin.

At this moment, Galen, who was supposed to be dead, raised his arms high. There was no trace of fatigue or weakness, and his face was not too pale. He looked at Sejuani's crazy face so close to him.

, with a calm voice: "I'm not dead yet."

"You're not dead yet." Sejuani didn't even show a surprised expression, as if all this was expected, and her sword wasn't really meant to kill Galen.

She didn't pull out the sword and refill it. She let go of her hand, took a step back, pointed at Galen's chest and said, "You were lucky today. Don't expect to have such good luck next time."

This was an obvious concession. This duel was won by Garen. Garen defeated Sejuani's force with a force that was even more ferocious than Sejuani's.

She finally gave in.

No one knows whether Sejuani really wanted to kill Galen with that sword, or whether she stabbed it with all her heart and strength, but she did, and Galen bled.

That's enough.

Garen gave in, and Sejuani finally gave in.

The blood of Galen was used to exchange for so many tragic lives.

It doesn't sound fair at all, but that's how the world is.

The people of the Snow Mountain Alliance, who were originally as fierce as tigers, also lost all their momentum with the completion of this transaction. They reluctantly put down their swords, with heavy sadness in their eyes.

They are not afraid of death. They have been destined to face death at any time since they were born, but they are afraid of dying needlessly.

The greatest sorrow for a soldier is not to be pierced by thousands of arrows or to be shrouded in horse leather, but to die in disgrace.

Dying in bed due to old age is undoubtedly the greatest insult to a soldier, and this kind of cannon fodder death is the second greatest shame after death in bed.

Because there is no bloody battle with a head-on fight, no cruel battle with swords entering the flesh, there is only a struggle to survive.

Even the eyes of the Demacians showed a hint of sympathy.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the whole world is wailing.

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