The snow became heavier when it fell at noon.

Today Galen surprisingly did not push the remaining Snow Mountain Alliance soldiers to the front line for unnecessary consumption, and he did not even launch an attack.

The entire camp was quiet and there was only the neat rustling sound made by the patrol team when they walked by.

Se Zhuoni lifted the curtain of the tent and looked outside. The two Demacian soldiers who were in charge of guarding her were still standing outside the door meticulously. Even if the snow had filled their shoulders, they had never.

When he moved, he looked like two standing stone statues.

"Miss Se Zhuangni, where are you going?" Seeing Se Zhuangni sticking out her head, the soldier on the left moved his neck slightly, his eyes remained calm, but he grabbed the long sword on his waist tightly at that moment.

His hands drove the snow on his shoulders slightly loose, but it also exposed his fear of the woman who was hiding in front of him.

"It's such a snowy day, I advise you to stay in the tent and have a good rest. This is a rare good time." The soldier on the right couldn't help but grab the sword on his waist, and faced Sezhuang in an instant

Ni made a fighting posture and formed a horn with the soldier on the left.

Se Zhuoni didn't even see that there were two Demacia warriors bursting out of murderous aura. Her eyes passed through the defense line composed of two people, crossed the countless camps filled with snow, and extended to the narrow passage.

A sudden and towering fortress was vaguely visible before stopping.

She looked for a while, closed the curtain of the tent without saying a word, and walked back to the only low table in the entire tent with her steps. She sat down slowly, quietly crossed her legs, and put her hands on her feet.

Place flat on your knees.

Her face was quiet and her eyes were clean. At that moment, the woman with a whole body of Freljod storm was dignified and graceful as a Buddha.

She sat upright for a long time, then took out an arrow from nowhere.

The arrow was very long and not exquisite. It could even be said to be completely unworked. It was rough and like a branch with just a arrow that had just been cut off and was covered with an arrow. It was filled with Frelljord's

A breath of barbarity.

This arrow was at the end of yesterday's battle. She was hit by seven long arrows from one body without the two Demacians noticing it, and only one breath was left to climb to the snowy mountain under her feet.

The Alliance Warriors pulled out.

The entire arrow's body was not flat, full of messy marks. The marks looked like traces left by being blocked by countless long swords after being shot out, and even had some blood.

Se Zhuoni placed the long arrow on the low table, placed her hands on the arrow, and brushed her fingers inch by inch by inch the seemingly messy marks of the arrow, slowly closing her eyes.

The scattered things that were as natural as imprints formed a clear message in an instant flowing through her heart.

The army was fine and had one-third of its troops. Olaf didn't know the news and took action in three days.

This was the communication method she agreed to communicate with those secret chess who arranged for her to stay in her base camp. At the beginning, it was just subconsciously arranged by the beast instinctively, but she did not expect that it has become a crucial step now.

Se Zhuoni slowly opened her eyes, and easily crushed the long arrow into powder with her hands, sprinkling it on the ground casually.

The situation in the fortress was better than she expected. Although Svein was still in charge, as long as she was asked to go back, then...

However, this group of soldiers outside were still controlled by the damn Piltwolf scientist with drugs, so they could only be regarded as abandoned children...

Cleaning the ashes between his fingers and palms, Se Zhuoni supported the table with both hands, and a cold light emitted from her eyes.

In fact, from the very beginning, she never thought about truly surrendering to Ashe.

Although Ashe promised to give her a chance to reconsider as long as she helped her win this war.

But what kind of person is Sejonni? Even though it is Ashe's pride, how can Sejonni's pride make her willing to fight for these opportunities for others to give alms?

And if you take a step back, Garen will probably kill himself without regard to Ashe's obstruction.

This can be seen from the fact that Garen has treated his soldiers as cannon fodder in recent days and has not cared about Se Zhuoni's views at all.

So at the beginning, she deliberately concealed the dangers of the secret passage and sent Chen Senran and his crucial new force into a state of mortality.

So on the first day of siege, she let her soldiers rush forward desperately and shoot arrows with her signal to ask for help on the fortress.

That's why she deliberately provoked Garen the day before yesterday. Although she really pity her soldiers, she took the opportunity to slow down Garen's siege and gain more time for those people in the fortress.

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Never ask God to give you any luck in life.

Se Zhuoni believed in this creed that countless ancestors of the Steel-Bered Tribe used flesh and blood to the extreme.

Any chance to break through the siege is obtained by relying on the spear and sharp claws in your hands.

When Se Zhuoni was nine years old, she walked out of the frost wasteland alone and was almost dying, and she deeply penetrated this truth into her heart.

She wants to use her own hands to get everything.

Now, she is the weakest side, but she firmly believes that she can win the final victory with the confrontation between Demacia and the two behemoths at Noxus.

The best example is the victory that has won over more than ten years of dormant.

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at the same time.

Inside the fortress.

In a large and dark room, after a long chairperson table, a man wearing black armor placed a painted black sword on the long table, leaning against the back of a high black rock wooden chair

On top, your hands rhythmically hit the surface of a well-textured long table.

The whole room was filled with the dull sound of a shield hitting a sword.

"Why are you here?" Svein asked with a strange frown on his left hand at the chairman's table.

"I'll find someone." General Burnham was probably tired of knocking, and stopped his hands, crossed his hands and put up the slim head wrapped in a black helmet,"

Do you know, I liked sitting like this a long time ago.”

"Who?" Svein ignored some of the general's nostalgia, and his rational thinking was like a machine.

"An old friend." General Burnham did not get angry because of his subordinates' inconscience. When he spoke the word "friend", he seemed to smile, very lightly.

Maybe he can't even hear it clearly.

"How to find it?" Svein still meticulously implemented his efficient service policy.

"I'm here, she will come to find me." General Burnham finally laughed out loud, with some long years of remembrance.

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In laying the groundwork, I will write the first little ** of the whole book.

I hope everyone is patient.
Chapter completed!