It was like going back in time, everything seemed to have returned to the previous moment, Mercury's cannon unleashed its might, beating the single-handed Olaf to the point where he couldn't even stand up.

Only this time, the man who was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand up was replaced by Tryndamere, and the Mercury Cannon was replaced by two mechanical arms with claws and teeth.

The terrifying sonic boom tore through the air again, and two dazzling golden rays of light once again accurately hit Tryndamere, who had just crawled out half of his body.

It broke out, spread, and took over the rule of the entire world for the thirteenth time.

Three breaths later, the vast snow mist fell for the thirteenth time. Everyone couldn't help but twist their stiff necks, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten their thirsty throats after watching the excitement for too long.

In fact, during the bombardment that sounded extremely fast but actually lasted for more than one magic hour, the people on both sides did nothing. They just stared blankly at the man who at the beginning was holding a knife like a mad tiger and wanted to fight alone.

A man in the army keeps falling and standing up.

It's like watching a magic drama with extremely powerful sound and light effects, but the plot is so boring that you can't help but feel sleepy and yawn.

No one on either side has the intention to take action first. After all, for the Noxians, the fierce god Tryndamere is really frightening their courage. Now that they have such a good thing on their side, they can attack him without killing people.

This is a great thing. No one really wants to fight with that fierce god again.

As for the coalition forces, Galen gave the order, but because the light of the two mechanical arms was too exaggerated, the Avarosans who were originally preparing to eject were unable to operate in the continuous bright light.

This allowed the two sides to maintain a state of peace for more than a magic hour.

The snow and fog finally cleared away again, but no one moved.

They were still waiting, waiting for that strong and brave arm to stretch out from the deep snow for the fifteenth time, and then cursed that I would freeze to death.

This is actually a signal of some kind. If Tryndamere is dead and can't stand up, then it's time for Noxus to attack, and vice versa.

It can be said that the entire battlefield has unknowingly turned into some strange directions. If Tryndamere and the two mechanical arms are both good, no one can defeat the other, and this battle may last until the spring of next year.

But Tryndamere is not a god after all, and his body is not as perverted as that of a terrifying barbarian like Olaf. Although his arm stretched out from the snow behind him for the fifteenth time, the knotted veins on that arm have already

The faint blood all over his arm was beginning to indicate that something was wrong with him.

And this was confirmed in the hearts of more people when Tryndamere's head stuck out from the snow.

Tryndamere's face was no longer as relaxed as it was at the beginning, and his eyes were no longer as playful as a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep. His lips were tightly pursed, and his pair of thick eyebrows were furrowed.

There were more than ten small slits on his face, and blood flowed from them.

He slowly but firmly pulled his body out, not looking at the two mechanical arms or the Noxians who seemed a little impatient because of the scars on his body.

He just looked ahead, as if looking at some belief.

The barbarians who were familiar with Tryndamere seemed to already know something, and they all roared excitedly in low voices.

Some other people nearby who didn't understand, but now because they had fought side by side before, there were no longer any barriers, so they began to ask them questions.

It's just that the barbarians didn't seem to be able to explain clearly. They just looked at Tryndamere's figure standing in front of the forest of thousands of knives and kept saying an unknown word, Achilles.

Their eyes were burning with fire.

"Wait a minute." Galen glanced at Tryndamere, who was slowly getting up, and stretched out his hand to suppress Ashe's already-strung ice arrow.

The only good news in the long past of a magician is that Galen finally found the three missing people.

Ash, Jess, Wei.

Ashe basically didn't suffer much damage. She was just buried in the snow and passed out due to the shock wave of the explosion. Wei's situation was similar. Only Jace was the culprit because his body was almost pressed against the gun.

Mercury's Cannon was at the center of the explosion, and his whole body was blown beyond recognition. When he was dragged out, he was covered in blood and only breathed out. If Galen hadn't remembered the unique shape of his shoes, he would have been almost unrecognizable.

Ash and Wei basically recovered after taking a short rest, but Jace's injury was too serious. After emergency field treatment, Galen just sent a field doctor to continue to take care of him. After all, this time it was completely

He brought it upon himself, and Piltover couldn't do any tricks afterwards. Galen only hoped that he was tough enough to survive.

"Why?" Wei, who was standing aside, asked with some confusion when she saw Galen preventing Ashe from attacking the two mechanical arms. Her head, which was still a little dizzy, could not understand such behavior at all.

Galen didn't speak, just glanced at her, and then looked at Ai Xi.

Ashe glanced at Tryndamere's back, nodded as if she understood something, and put away the ice bow.

"You..." Wei was annoyed by the inexplicable behavior of the two people. If she hadn't been concerned about the strength of Galen and Ashe, she would have had a fiery temper that would hit anyone who dared to play tricks on her with her big fist.

Almost had an attack.

Galen, on the other hand, did not even look at Liwei's murderous eyes. He just looked at the long swords standing in the distance and whispered: "There are still three people left..."

"Yes." After hearing this, Ai Xi's hand stroking the ice bow paused, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

There are still three people left... Caitlin, Sejuani, Olaf...

The first name is not important, but the last two names are...

Tryndamere finally crawled out of the snow. This was the first time in many magical years that he crawled out whole body.

I don’t know why the mechanical arm hasn’t been launched after so long this time. Maybe it’s to give Tryndamere a breather?

Tryndamere tugged at the corner of his mouth but did not smile in the end. He glanced at the Noxian soldiers who were eyeing him, turned around and started walking towards the long knives.

The long knife in his hand had already been reduced to ashes in the first bombardment. He needed a knife.

Just when he turned around, the two mechanical arms that had been silent for a long time finally lit up with dazzling light again.

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Chapter completed!