An empty camp.

Although the tents were still standing in the snow, the curtains of the tents had already been opened. The place where people were supposed to be asleep was a vain darkness. With the dimness but enough to see the light of the magic gems in the entire camp, Chen Senran did not find anyone.

There is not a single person, and everyone is like evaporating the world all at once.

The strong wind whistled past, rolling up the curtains of the tents that should have been pressed, pulling the curtains freely, making noises in the violent wind and snow.

Chen Senran was stunned for a moment. He felt that what he should have seen was a thousand people in the Demacia Fearless Charge who were wielding swords neatly and accurately like machines, using the coldest, sharp and quickest techniques to draw the sword. Then the sword blade tore the body of every unknown attacker, and the blood soaked the entire mountain floor, and corpses were everywhere.

This should be the development direction of normal scripts.

But now...

"It's really a ghost." Chen Senran couldn't help pinching his eyebrows. Such a sudden and bizarre turning point caught him off guard, and he was completely manic.

This kind of emotion could not have happened to him. You should know that even when he was on a mission, he was discovered by his own target in advance and hired a top mercenary group to hunt his team. At that time, they were trapped in a French red winery. The other party's murder skills were extremely clever. His subordinates would disappear inexplicably every hour, and death spread in every corner. However, while he counterattacked, he was also interested in evaluating the taste of the newly produced red wine.

But now, he was so manic that he wanted to kill people, because, little Anne, was gone.

It's like something, it's very important. If you disappear, you won't be able to sleep, eat well, and walk, and your eyelids will jump straight.

"Calm down." At this time, Old Du obviously saw that Chen Senran was in a wrong mood. Perhaps because Chen Senran looked at his sword tonight, they were already friends. This old guy who never gave Chen Senran a good face on weekdays persuaded him strangely.

"Thank you, I know." Chen Senran took a deep breath, tried to cool down his emotions, and tried to let his thinking enter the previous rhythm.

First of all, there are no more than fifteen minutes from the signal to the time when I arrive here. What can happen in fifteen minutes?

It is impossible to kill a thousand people in fifteen minutes until they are not even left. Not to mention that those thousand people are all first-class elites, killing them requires at least more than 10,000 regular troops. Even if they are replaced by a thousand ordinary people and the enemy is replaced by a pervert like Nathus, it is impossible to deal with it so cleanly in a short period of time.

Could it be that it is really the so-called curse of the Frost Queen, and it seems that only a curse can cause such a supernatural thing?

While trying to use this nonsense to soothe his nerves, Chen Senran turned his eyes to the blood that was soaked in blood. Even the heavy snow could not cover up, emitting thick purple blood under the dark magic light.

There is blood, a lot of blood, and I have smelled a strong smell of blood before, which means that there has indeed been a short and fierce battle here, and someone must have died.

But there was no corpse at the scene, which means that the corpse was quickly disposed of, so the number of people who died would not be too many. The answer was that those thousand people, together with Little Anne, were directly captured.

Or it was those thousand people who retreated with Anne.

The previous result is unlikely, because those thousand elites are not allowed to be captured without their strength, just with their pride.

Then it was to retreat, and then Chen Senran would slightly put down his snacks.

But what kind of terrifying attack was there? That thousand people would choose to resist only such a short time. They could not even wait for Chen Senran to come back and then directly chose to retreat?

What's even more strange is that the attackers did not destroy the camp at all, and only restrained the bodies that might reveal their identity and left quietly.

What is their intention? Just to get those thousand people back, the gain is completely in proportion to their (their) painstaking attacks.

And this mountain, except for imports, the only place where you can escape is...

Follow the stairs across the mountain to the other side of the mountain.

The palace of the Frost Queen.

If such conditions are combined, Chen Senran's heart can't help but cast a shadow, which made the speculation that he had just used self-mediation to float up again.

What is really the curse of Queen Frost? Or is the ghost of Queen Frost control her ghost army driving every group of people who come here to her palace, allowing her to suck her soul and gain eternal life?

If it was a ghost army, it would be possible that the thousand Demacians could retreat and could not even support them for fifteen minutes.

At this time, Chen Senran and Lao Du finally walked into the camp. He squatted down to observe the frozen blood stains.

Ghosts will not bleed... and judging from the distribution of the blood on the ground, they are basically very neat lines.

Chen Senran had killed many people and knew that only swords could cut out such bloody wounds, and they were still very fast. He could even imagine those long swords that hit the key points with one sword.

So most of the blood here is flowed by the attackers.

In other words, the opponent's individual combat ability is not strong, but depends on the number advantage...

With the advantage of quantity, Chen Senran suddenly raised his head and looked at the dense holes on the mountain walls hidden in the darkness.

It’s just that the darkness is deep, the wind and snow are even more violent, and there is nothing but dead silence.

"Is there any result?" Lao Du interrupted Chen Senran's trance.

"They should have gone there." Chen Senran took a deep breath and pointed his hand at the other side of the mountain. The majestic palace hidden in the darkness that could no longer see clearly. Even if it was so far away, he could feel a deep sense of oppression. He had just let go of a little and raised it up again.

After all, the old ghost Kalsas had been talking about the horror of that palace before leaving. Now, the girl has entered there...

"What...is there?" Old Du looked at the other side in the direction of Chen Senran's hand. He asked almost subconsciously. His tone was a little uncertain. He seemed to feel powerful, and also felt nothingness.

"There..." Chen Senran obviously heard the uncertainty in Lao Du's words. He knew that the old guy who was almost wise in his sword must have felt something like Karthas. "There is a very long story."

"A very long story..." This answer surprised Lao Du a little.

"Let's go." Chen Senran stood up and prepared to walk forward.

At this time, Old Du suddenly turned his head and looked at the mountain wall on the left. His quick reaction was as if someone had stabbed him hard on the back.

He seemed to be looking for something. From Chen Senran's perspective, under the dark magic lamp, his eyes emitted a flash of light in the darkness.

"What?" Chen Senran paused and frowned.

Could it be...

"It's nothing, go." Old Du shook his head and began to walk forward.

Chen Senran took a look at the mountain wall again, and finally shook his head and didn't think about anything more. In any case, the most important thing now is to see Little Annie first and confirm that she is safe.

Then, no other problem is a problem.

After three breaths, the entire mountain was silent again, only the philosopher's stone in the camp emitted a dark light, reflecting the treacherous shadows.

A hunched figure sneaked out of the overlapping shadows, as if looking at the direction where Chen Senran and the others left.

"King, why didn't we kill them just now? Locke hasn't eaten human flesh in a long time." He said as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The dark magic lamp shone out his ugly face, red hair on his face, long nose on his sharp ears, and thick, frosty dark blue on his skin.

This is a typical humanoid creature.

"Idiot." A huge dark blue stick flew out of the dark snow and slammed heavily on the guy named Locke's head. A humanoid creature with the same face also came out of the darkness. "If you want to die early, I don't mind giving you to the queen for appetizing first."

"Oh, great Trundall, my king, don't do that. Locke is just talking casually, yes, talking casually." Locke begged for mercy while touching his head that was in great pain.

The alien creature named Trundel, who was the king, picked up the hammer. He did not answer Locke, but just rubbed the huge blue hammer and also looked at the night on the other side of the mountain.

"A great sacrifice." This sentence was sung in a strange and long tone like the roar of some kind of giant beast.

The sound echoed throughout the mountain with the cold wind. As the sound spread, countless scarlet eyes were exposed from the dark night.

Countless voices sang this great hymn.

It's not dawn yet.

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Extremely exhausted.
Chapter completed!