In fact, Swain certainly would not be so stupid as to put his fifteen thousand elites in that canyon to be slaughtered without any back-up, just when Tryndamere seemed to be in no one's land.

A dazzling golden light flashed in the air, hitting the storm of swords in a terrifying sonic boom like Mercury's cannon.

When the scarlet-colored snow mist that was whirling and swirling a moment ago touched the golden light, it dissipated as cleanly as the blazing sun shining on the white snow.

Tryndamere's sword whizzed out from behind the wind and snow, and struck the unstoppable light like the sun with one strike.

The rough long sword made of mortal iron was shattered in an instant, and the next moment, Tryndamere's entire body melted into the golden light.

The storm suddenly stopped, and the bloody killings stopped.

The whole world was shrouded in golden light in an instant, and no one could open their eyes.

The light was dazzling for two breaths and finally dissipated.

The Noxians who were originally killed and almost collapsed found that the fierce god who was blocking the killing Buddha actually... fell down.

The snow and fog in the sky slowly fell away, and Tryndamere was no longer standing, holding his sword. The coalition soldiers who originally thought victory was in sight were horrified to find that in the distance, on the fortress, someone had not known when it had been erected.

Two huge metal arms, with a faint golden light shining in the palms of the two arms, echoing the rare sun in the Freljord in the sky, like three suns.

Galen blinked his eyes that were a little uncomfortable due to the strong light, and looked uneasily at the two metal arms that seemed to be ready to attack. The attack just now was faster than the sound attack, and Jace's attack

A Mercury Cannon is almost identical.

He found that he had overlooked something, that is, he had Piltover's technological support, and Noxus also had it, and it was those damn things from Zaun that almost made him hate him before.

The two metal arms in front of me are obviously Zaun's masterpiece, and they seem to be similar in style to Jace's Mercury Cannon, which is claimed to be the latest scientific research achievement.

This made Galen particularly uneasy. Although Jace's Mercury Cannon did not make any contribution and even caused him huge trouble, he had to admit that the power of that damn thing was

Really scary.

Only a pervert like Olaf could withstand so many frontal blows. Although Tryndamere has a great reputation for bravery, Galen has never really seen the true strength of the barbarian king, and he doesn't know what his body is.

Not strong enough.

Even if the power of those two arms is smaller, it is not something ordinary soldiers can withstand... Galen frowned and was about to order an order to hold the mouth of the canyon temporarily and not to take advantage of the situation to advance.

Because the range of those two arms should not exceed the canyon, otherwise the Noxians would have no reason not to take them out from the beginning and blast the coalition forces gathered outside the canyon to rubble.

Just when Galen was about to draw his sword, in the temporary vacuum in the canyon, a solid hand stretched out from the snow.

Then there was the second one. Tryndamere crawled out of the snow in embarrassment for the second time today. He seemed to be doing well. Except for the snow all over his body, he could even sneeze and say: "Damn,

I’m freezing to death.”

There is nothing domineering about this sentence, and it is even a bit laughable.

But no one laughed. The Noxians who were relieved suddenly felt their hearts lift. Those who were closer even subconsciously took a step back. Even the better ones kept swallowing, holding the knife in their hands.

They were all a little unstable, and they completely lost the ferocious aura that they had when they rushed out before.

The soldiers of the coalition suddenly became happy again. When the barbarians belonging to Tryndamere saw that their king had no weapons, they quickly volunteered and threw their long knives, shouting.

In an instant, there was a forest of long knives. If Tryndamere hadn't reacted quickly, he might not have been injured by the enemy, but would have been poked into a hornet's nest by his own people.

Seeing Tryndamere jumping up and down and cursing in front of the battle, Garen's gloomy mood improved a little, and he almost laughed.

But he didn't laugh after all. After all, there were still too many things to deal with.

Olaf's whereabouts are also unknown...

When he thought that the fierce and violent man was not dead yet, Galen felt like a thorn was buried in his heart. He took a deep breath while holding the hilt of his sword, and whispered to the people around him: "Let Avaro...

The Sa people prepare their bows and arrows to shoot."

Tryndamere looked at the long knives behind him that were stuck on the ground. After looking at them for a while, he stopped choosing. Instead, he picked one up, pointed at the Noxians and laughed and said: "Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

You bastards of Noxus, I'm just going to stand here and won't leave. I want to see which one of you dies first, or which one of my swords runs out first."

The roaring laughter, accompanied by the sound of countless long knives blown by the wind, echoed throughout the canyon, roaring like a savage and rough war song.

The Noxians, who were already weak at first, were even more timid at this moment. They hesitated and looked at the man with countless long knives on his back. For a moment, no one dared to take a step forward.

The cold wind once again blew through the countless long knives standing in the forest, and the roar became louder. They endlessly impacted the ears of the Noxians, like the ridicule of bravery against cowardice.

"Come on..."

"Don't block the road... hurry up."

"You bastard, if you can't do it, I'll do it."

Voices began to ring out among the Noxians. Such behavior that shook the morale of the army and failed to observe military discipline gave the Noxian officers a headache. Many of them had already begun to draw their swords, preparing to use their own blood to force them to go.

Wash away the shame.

Tryndamere shook his head helplessly. He looked at those Noxians who were afraid to move forward and stopped smiling. He pursed his lips and roared loudly: "A bunch of cowards, they belong to men, come up with me."

Fight to the death.”

The last word came out of his mouth, and he was like a mad tiger holding a knife and rushing towards the dense crowd.

Amid the whistling sound of knives, two golden rays of light tore through the air again.

Tryndamere, who was already leaping up like a mad tiger and seemed to have reached the extreme point of murderous intention, suddenly let out a bitter smile: "Again..."

The word "coming" was swallowed up in the golden light.

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Chapter completed!