Lux avoided the sharp edge of the sword in panic. The enemy's second strike made her lose balance and rewind back to the cold and hard ground again.

The barbarian warrior with his upper body had no sympathy in his eyes. He raised his sword and was about to slash at Lax.

"Fight to the last moment!"

At the critical moment, a roar came from behind him. Garen knocked away two barbarian soldiers and came to Lux to push the ready-to-run enemy away. With the blessing of Zell's chain mail, he survived the explosion just now. He continued to run forward with clear goals, holding up the judgment in his hand and slashed at the mastermind of all this.

Silas crossed his hands over his head, and the judge slashed heavily on his pair of steel shackles, numbing his arms. But other than that, he did not feel any discomfort, thanks to Demacia.

In order to imprison him, the death row prisoner, the Demon Search used the best quality Shuogang to tailor this pair of shackles for him. They would never have thought that this pair of shackles would eventually become his weapons and protective gear, allowing him to withstand the angry blow of the Sword Captain.

And this was just the beginning. As the sword of judgment pressed hard on his arms, he also began to absorb the magic from the judgment.

Silas' magical talent allowed him to see the pure beauty and essence of magic in other people's bodies, such as Lux behind Galen, who seemed to him as dazzling as the sun at noon. The power inside her was pulsating, changing colors, and the shining light seemed to distort the light itself.

She was like a living rainbow. She was his light, shining into the boundless darkness of the cold dungeon.

Silas came to Miyin City to take her away. He would let Lax understand that he was not a rebel, but a real Demacian. They were of the same kind, and the bad habits of the past should be abandoned, and the mage would become the new master of Demacian!

The magic of judgment was absorbed by Silas, and as the wave-like golden light continued to pour into his body, he stored it in the shackles of the forbidden magic stone. Then he showed a meaningful smile at Garen, who looked surprised.

"Look, the brave Sword Captain, you don't know that the judgment you use is a magic sword, right? Without knowing that, using the food you fear the most, is this the soldiers of Demacia?" Silas grinned with a sarcastic meaning: "What you abandoned will show powerful power in my hands."

"Crazy evildoer!"

Garen quickly left Silas, who knew that Silas could turn others' magic into his own use, but he did not know that his weapons contained magic.

Never give Silas the chance to use magic. Garen launched a fierce attack. Facing the fierce attack of the sword captain, Silas was forced to retreat back, avoiding his full swing, and fell into a disadvantage for a moment.

Galen waved the judgment and continued to pursue the battle. The battle between the Demacia soldiers and the Freljords was fiercely going on around them, but Galen ignored them completely and could only kill the evil man Silas, and then hurry up.

However, the battle that took place around him was not optimistic.

The violent snow monsters joined the battlefield. They easily climbed along the city walls, launched attacks from high places to knock down the Demacia soldiers. The thick and long arms sagged the breastplate and sank deeply into the shattered chest cavity.

They grabbed people with terrifying power, tore people apart like tearing off the limbs of puppets toys, and then threw them onto the city wall like garbage. With the crawling screams, the blood was scattered on the cold earth, dyeing the ice and snow red, and the last remaining heat quickly cooled down.

The remaining Frost Mages followed the legion into the city, releasing the forbidden magic in Demacia in the center of the battlefield, and wantonly polluting this clean land. Every time the Frost Mage wields a staff, he will definitely take away a brave soldier, and he just needs to stand in place and move.

A demon-searcher quietly approached the Frost Mage in the melee. For Demacia, the demon-searcher was a respected barrier, protecting against threats from magic. Although they did not have the excellent equipment as the soldiers, they could not retreat at all when facing the threat of magic.

While touching the back of the mage, he took off the anti-magic gray seal from his cloak. The badge made by the Forbidden Magic Stone represents the identity of the demon-searcher, and it is also the amulet when they face the mage. The stone talisman Lux made before was imitated.

The Demon Searcher held a standard long stick in his other hand. When he felt it close enough, he suddenly rushed forward and the long stick slashed on the mage's head.

The mage turned his head in shock and fury, and blood flowed from his forehead, but the ox horn helmet protected his skull from being broken. The demon-searcher was extremely shocked. At such a close distance, he noticed that the mage in front of him was actually much stronger than ordinary people.

He was hit by the side skull by the staff, and his whole body fell down in a spiral, blood blurring his eyes. At the same time, he felt a terrible cold air condensed beside him. The demon-searcher quickly raised the anti-magic gray mark, captured the cold air into the stone, and suppressed the magic. But the forbidden magic stone quickly turned black and shattered, and was overturned by the power of the Frost Mage.

The mage condensed the cold air again, and the damaged stone plate could no longer prevent the formation of magic. Then he felt the blood being frozen, and the lotus of the ice cone grew from the bones, pierced the skin and flesh and grew out.

Heathlia faces the most difficult opponent in this battle, the one-eyed Flena from the Scar Tribe. A woman with an old scarred face is riding on a huge Juvasque wild boar. Her right eye is turbid, but a bone spear is extremely accurate, like a biting cold wind, which will pierce any gap in her body.

In the Scar Tribe, scars are the proof of survival and the source of pride and reverence.

Heathlia could not cope with such a powerful mother of war. As long as she showed a flaw, she would definitely be her fate pierced by the bone spear. Shield Soldier Mirik protected her next to her, but the two of them were still struggling to face Flana together. Quinn had to constantly interfere with crossbow arrows next to her in order to save her life under the bone spear.

But even though they tried their best, they could not hold her back. Flena clamped her legs, and the wild boar ice fangs charged forward unstoppable, trampling a bloody path in the middle of the battlefield, piercing all the soldiers passing by.

Every minute and every second, someone is dying, roaring and screaming endlessly, and the blood melts the ice and snow, and then is frozen by the ice and snow. There is no difference between blood and snow.

Anger, hatred, fear, pleasure... Various emotions formed on the battlefield. The emotional tsunami swept over and overwhelmed the mind. Poluo Xinghuo buried his head and hid in place, shivering. In front of it, another Poluo wore a "armor" made of the helmet of the fearless pioneer, holding a "sharp sword" to protect his companions, guarding against dangers that could come at any time.

Although it is equally scared, it must stand up.

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