let go of my anne

When the snow fell at noon, it became bigger and bigger.

Surprisingly, Galen didn't push the remaining Snow Mountain Alliance soldiers to the front line for unnecessary consumption today, and he didn't even launch an attack.

The entire camp was silent except for the orderly rustling of patrols passing by.

Sejuani opened the curtain of the tent and looked outside. The two Demacian soldiers who were in charge of guarding her were still standing meticulously outside the door. Even if the snow had covered their shoulders, they never Every movement, like two standing stone statues.

"Miss Sejuani, where are you going?" Seeing Sejuani's protruding head, the soldier on the left moved his neck slightly, his eyes remained calm, but he grasped the long sword at his waist at that moment. His hand moved the slightly loose snow on his shoulders, which still exposed his fear of the crazy woman in front of him who didn't know how much she was hiding.

"On such a snowy day, I advise you to stay in the tent and have a good rest. This is a rare and good time." The soldier on the right also involuntarily grasped the sword at his waist, and faced Sezhuang in an instant. Ni assumed a fighting stance, forming a horned posture with the soldier on the left.

Sejuani couldn't even see the two Demacia warriors bursting out with murderous aura. Her eyes passed through the line of defense composed of two people, crossed the densely packed countless camps covered with snow, and stretched to the narrow passage, where A towering fortress was faintly visible before stopping.

She looked at it for a while, then closed the curtain of the tent without saying a word, and walked slowly back to the only low table in the entire big tent. She sat down slowly, crossed her legs quietly, and put her hands together. Lay flat on your knees.

Her face was calm and her eyes were clean. At that moment, the woman with the entire Freljord storm hidden in her body was dignified and graceful like a Buddha.

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

The arrow was very long, and the workmanship was not exquisite, and it could even be said that there was no workmanship at all. It was as rough as a branch that had just been shaved off and only covered with an arrowhead, full of the Freljord's arrows. Savage breath.

This arrow was at the end of yesterday's battle. Without the two Demacians noticing, she shot seven long arrows from one of them, and only one breath left to climb to the snow-capped mountain at her feet. Extracted from Union soldiers.

The body of the whole arrow was not flat, and was full of messy notches. Those notches looked like the marks left by the long arrow after it was shot and blocked by countless long swords, even with some blood.

Sejuani put the long arrow on the low table, put her hands on the arrow body, brushed the arrow's seemingly chaotic notches inch by inch with her fingers, and slowly closed her eyes.

The scattered things that seemed to be imprinted naturally formed a clear message in an instant and flowed through her heart.

The army is safe and has one-third of its strength. Olaf does not know the news, and will attack in three days.

This is the communication method that she agreed with those dark chess that she arranged to stay in her base camp. It was just arranged subconsciously and instinctively by the beast at the beginning, but she didn't expect it to become a crucial move now.

Sejuani slowly opened her eyes, easily crushed the long arrow into powder with both hands, and sprinkled it on the ground casually.

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

It's just that the group of soldiers outside of me are still being controlled by that damned Piltover scientist with drugs, and they will have to be abandoned by then...

Cleaning up the ashes between her fingers, Sejuani supported the table with her hands, her eyes radiating a chilling gleam.

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

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

But what kind of character Sejuani is, even if Ashe's kind of pride is indeed unquestionable, how could Sejuani's pride make her willing to fight for these opportunities of charity from others.

And taking a ten-thousand-step back, Galen probably, will definitely kill himself at that time regardless of Ashe's obstruction.

This can be seen from the recent days when Galen treated his soldiers as cannon fodder and didn't care about Sejuani's opinion at all.

So from the very beginning, she deliberately concealed the danger on that secret path, and sent Chen Senran and his vital new force into a situation where they must die.

So when she attacked the city on the first day, she let her soldiers rush forward regardless of everything, and shot the arrow with her distress signal at the fortress.

That's why she deliberately provoked Galen the day before yesterday. Although she did feel pity for her soldiers, it was more of an opportunity to slow down Galen's siege progress and buy more time for her own people in the fortress. .

Never expect God to give you any luck in life.

Sejuani believed in this creed that countless ancestors of the steel mane tribe explored with flesh and blood, and made it to the extreme.

Any chance to break out of the encirclement is obtained by relying on the spear and claws in his hand.

When Sejuani was nine years old, she walked out of the frosty wasteland alone with scars, and when she was on the verge of death, she took this truth deeply 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 by virtue of the confrontation between the two behemoths of Demacia and Noxus.

The wild victory obtained during those ten years of dormancy is the best example.

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at the same time.

inside the fort.

In a large and dark room, behind a long long table, a man in black full armor put a black long sword at his waist on the long table, leaning against the back of a tall black rock wood chair On the table, his hands rhythmically tapped the surface of the high-quality long table.

The dull sound like a shield hitting a long sword echoed throughout the room.

"Why are you here?" Swain sat on the left hand side of the long table, frowning and asked a little strangely.

"I'm here to find someone." General Burnham was probably tired from knocking, stopped his hands, crossed his hands, and put the head that was completely wrapped in a black helmet on it, " You know, I liked sitting like this a long time ago."

"Who?" Swain ignored some of the general's nostalgia, thinking rationally like a machine.

"An old friend." General Burnham didn't get angry because of his subordinate's ignorance. When he said the word friend, he seemed to smile a little, very lightly.

Maybe he couldn't even hear himself.

"How to find it?" Swain was still meticulously implementing his high-efficiency policy.

"I'm here, and she will come to me." General Burnham finally laughed, with some nostalgia for the long years in his voice.

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It's laying the groundwork to write the first small ** of the whole book.

I hope everyone will be patient.

In addition, although I know that it is really an extravagant hope for everyone to write long comments, but I still want to say, I have written 60 words, please give me a chance?