The snow-covered Noxian fortress roared from the gap in the narrow and long valley passage, rushing straight into Jace's light blue pupils.

He tightened the Hex metal handle that felt good to the touch, fixed his eyes on the complicated aiming marks on the Hex metal handle, and began to make final fine adjustments.

The rare midday sun in Freljord fell from the sky, extending from the fortress at the end of the horizon to Jace's eyes, connecting his eyes, the complicated sight line, and the fortress that was almost impossible to capture.

made a straight line.

As Jace's fingers made the last small adjustment, the fortress that must be breached was completely included in Jace's attack scope.

"What is this?" Galen glanced at the weapon in Jace's hand. The weapon was transformed from his original golden hammer. The main body did not change much, except that the position of the hammer head was flattened from the original two ends.

It turned into a sudden rise in the middle and the sides slid like knives. It looked like a kind of war javelin from many years ago.

Other than that, there seems to be no other difference.

Galen rubbed the rough hilt of the fearless sword in his hand and turned his gaze again to the snowy fortress standing silently in the distance.

The sun was approaching the zenith, and a total of 34,000 allied troops were arrayed in front of the canyon where the decisive battle took place. 34,000 swords were whining in the howling cold wind.

Everything is ready to go.

All the bettors have already placed their bets before the final bet, and are just waiting for the moment when the die shakes.

"Mercury's Cannon." Jace kept one eye open and one eye closed, maintaining the aiming posture, and said in an unhurried and rigorous tone that was almost rigid, "Hex Transformed Metal

The latest result combined with compressed energy weapons, my work." When saying the latter sentence, Jace did not use his usual pride hidden under the appearance of a gentleman. His tone was plain, precise, and concise.

, without a trace of pretentious elegance.

That kind of purity gave his whole person a different flashy focus than before, making him look like a real scientist for the first time.

"Hmm..." Galen responded noncommittally. Obviously he was not too interested in the latest achievements in compressed energy weapons. After all, he was a pure soldier and a ranger many years ago, so he believed in the weapons in his hands.

The sword relies more on the so-called emerging magic technology, so he immediately asked, "Back to the topic, where is Ezreal?"

From morning to now, other bettors have arrived, but Ezreal, who said last night that he wanted to give Galen what he wanted to see, has not yet appeared.

Jace's face darkened, he pursed his lips and said nothing, and his eyes were more focused on the front, as if he had completely entered the state.

The scene suddenly felt awkward. Fortunately, the other Mrs. Piltover, Miss Caitlin, who had been silent at this time, spoke. She looked at the mountain barrier close at hand and said with some hesitation: "He... goes to the other side of the mountain.

Already."

You could hear the worry in her tone. It was obvious that this female police officer from Piltover, who was obsessed with Ezreal, was very worried.

This made Jace's face, which was already a little ugly, even more ugly. He snorted and gripped the weapon in his hand harder.

"You mean, he sneaked in?" Galen didn't pay attention to Jace's face. He was a little surprised, but more of a surprise. This was really what he wanted to see the most, and it was really a timely help.

"Well, he..." Caitlin wanted to say something more, but in the end she just shook her head and stopped talking.

"He..." Galen wanted to say some nonsense about Ezreal being powerful enough to kill a thousand people with one strike, so he would be fine, but when he thought about the countless Noxian elites behind that fortress, even more so

With Swain in charge and more unknown Noxian warriors lurking in the dark, no matter how strong Ezreal is, he will always be in trouble.

So he didn't say anything in the end.

Because that's too cruel. If one day he is in trouble, and someone tells Catalina that don't worry, Galen is invincible, he will be fine, and that fierce woman will definitely blow his head off.

Thinking of this, Galen suddenly admired that man who was as silent as a machine. Although he once almost killed Catalina and was an enemy, he was able to make such a decisive choice in such a short period of time.

Galen even sighed to himself that he was indeed a respectable opponent.

"Then let's wait first?" Ai Xi kept pulling on the bowstring of his ice bow to keep the bow and arrow in the best condition.

"Or is it that our great General Garen wants my people to die first?" Sejuani, who was still yawning reluctantly, shook her hand holding the hammer and lifted the heavy cold iron hammer.

He hit it on the snow and spoke first with infinite sarcasm.

"You think I don't dare?" Garen didn't show any good looks to Sejuani. He didn't know what the current unreasonable woman was planning, but she must be able to feel that she no longer concealed her love for him.

Killing intent.

"Someone is coming out." Tryndamere interrupted the heated argument between the two men and pointed at the head of the snow-covered fortress with the long knife in his hand.

On the top of the city, the first thing that appeared was a large horn helmet. The material of the helmet was not the common iron in the world, but some privately mined iron ore. The color was dark and cold, and it smelled of hardness. The workmanship was very crude and rough.

, is just for shaping and not for

Looking for a good-looking model, and the pair of horns inlaid on the top of the big helmet are the real good things on the top of the Northern Freljord Ox King. Even from such a distance, you can vaguely feel the pair.

The cold light reflected from the horns is cold.

A classic Northern war helmet.

Under the battle helmet is a face, a face that shows tenacity and perseverance starting from the forehead, muscles like stone, eyes so calm that they seem to hide the sea, and a yellow beard that dances in the air like a flame.

.

A face that can be called a classic Northerner.

"The berserker of Locke Law..." Galen traveled all over the continent in the past, and he was naturally able to recognize the identity of the other party from the horned helmet and the iconic beard, so when he said this

Looking at Sejuani.

Apparently this is an old department of hers.

"It's Olaf, Olaf, the best in Lochfa." Sejuani lowered her sarcastic mouth, and a complicated light flashed in her eyes.

"Lokefa is number one..." Galen didn't delve into the complexity in Sejuani's eyes. He was about to say something else.

On the top of the city, the wild man staring at the horned helmet suddenly jumped down from the top of the city.

Yes, he jumped down, jumping down from the top of the city that was twenty yards high with such ease and ease.

"Bang——" The whole place was silent, only the sound of the man who was known as the number one in North Freljord landed.

He shook his head slightly, and then slowly raised his head in front of thousands of troops. Without speaking, he just raised the two crude and ferocious axes in his hands and pointed at the only high ground outside the canyon.

Lun's head.

A classic Northlander provocation.

No one spoke, everyone looked at him with incredible eyes.

Jace was watching him too, in his scope.

When everyone no longer paid attention to the latest magical technology, but were shocked by the brutality and power of the machine, Jace quietly pulled the trigger.

Mercury's Cannon, fire.

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Chapter completed!