let go of my anne

"Long time no see, Lissandra."

A deep voice suddenly sounded in the dark room where even time was frozen. It was the voice of General Burnham, who had been frozen into an ice sculpture. There seemed to be a smile in his voice, that kind of laughter was like a person After many years of being alone, I suddenly saw the joy of seeing an old friend from long ago.

Amid the laughter, the frost covering the surface of General Burnham's jet-black full-body armor began to crack inch by inch.

"It's been a long time..." The woman sitting on the other side of the long table holding a girl like a virgin is the Frost Queen Lissandra who Chen Senran is going crazy and wants to catch up with. Those frosts fell from General Burnham's body layer by layer, without any fear or worry. Her pair of ice blue eyes seemed to have endless snow and ice flowing without blinking, as if they were eternal. glacier.

"A full 200 years..." After a pause, Lissandra let out a long sigh. There was no anger or sadness in that sigh, but only the emotion that flowed through those 200 years and could kill anyone. ……lonely.

"What happened back then..." General Burnham still held his head motionless, and let the frost on his body wither away. He seemed to feel the loneliness that was everywhere, and said apologetically, "I'm very sorry. Feel sorry."

"Is it useful to be sorry?" Lissandra's tone was still calm, without any extreme emotion, she just sat on that seat, looking at General Burnham, neither angry nor crazy, but Those words were spoken out, but people couldn't get any rebuttal at all, as if it was the final decision, the truth.

That kind of imperial majesty, even as powerful as General Burnham, would be stunned.

The whole room became even colder, and even the falling frost on General Burnham's body condensed again.

"Your daughter?" General Burnham no longer entangled in this topic, but transferred the conversation to the little girl in Lissandra's arms.

The little girl looks pink and delicate, she is a great beauty, but at the moment her face is full of frost, her lips are pale, and she looks like she is dying, so she is naturally little Anne.

"What do you think?" Lissandra didn't seem to have the slightest interest in talking about this with Burnham, and cut off the conversation with one sentence.

"What do you mean?" General Burnham certainly knew that the girl must not be Lissandra's daughter, but he knew that the other party's embrace of a girl with the fire of her natural enemy flowing in her body must not be for fun.

"I know you have turned against them. Now that they are big, you must have a hard time." Lissandra said something that seemed completely irrelevant, "So, you need me."

"You are well-informed." General Burnham was noncommittal. He seemed to realize that the conversation had reached the topic, and he didn't care about the little girl who must have some kind of problem. After a moment of silence, he said, "But you need to know , no matter how hard it is for me, there are at least thousands of people who can die for me, but you are gone now, you are just one person."

"So, I need you too." Lissandra gave his answer without waiting for General Burnham to conclude.

This surprised General Burnham. He let out a groan and slowly raised his head, as if he wanted to re-see whether the person sitting opposite him was the uncompromising King of the Freljord in the past. .

He didn't speak any more, waiting for Lissandra's next words.

"I can work with you." Lissandra said what Burnham wanted to hear, "but you have to do something for me first."

"Tell me." General Burnham was still noncommittal. He actually didn't like bargaining with people very much.

"Someone is chasing me, for her." Lissandra finally turned the topic back to little Annie in her arms.

"So?" Burnham didn't think that besides those few people, there was no one else who could make things difficult for Lissandra, and although the original fire system was rare, it shouldn't belong to those few people.

"You stop him for me, but don't kill him." Lissandra said the weird condition, but it was not too much.

So Burnham didn't refuse, "Yes."

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The ** and the sword collided fiercely, and the sound of the ** colliding with the sound of the sword piercing into the flesh was piercing, making one's teeth sore.

No one is willing to give in a step, everyone is desperately moving forward.

Life is meaningless here. In the war meat grinder at the mouth of the canyon, whoever is more vicious and desperate will win.

Tryndamere wiped off the blood spattered on him in the previous collision. The group of people in front had almost lost their hold, and when they were about to fall, he waved his hand to stop the next group of people who were about to go up to meet him. , raised the long knife in his hand that was left by a dead person.

Just when those people had shed their last drop of blood and were about to be crushed into a pulp by the surging Noxus from behind, Tryndamere spun out like a whirlwind.

At that moment, the knife in his hand became one with his people, and the fierce force of the knife directly pulled up a cloud of snow mist, which was as powerful as the sudden rise of the highest mountain in the Freljord. The Netherstorm of the Tundra Mammoth.

Those Noxians who thought the victory was coming were stunned for a moment, and they looked up at the roaring storm.

The next moment, Tryndamere slashed across.

The violent storm rolled directly towards the dazed Noxians, and the moment it touched them, they were all swept into the storm.

The ear-piercing sound of bone breaking and flesh tearing rang out intensively, and was then covered up by the sound of the violent storm.

The storm became bigger and bigger, and with the increase in the number of people who were strangled, the snow mist rolled up by the entire knife storm was stained with a layer of scarlet blood, and it didn't have any intention of stopping, strangled layer by layer The Noxus who dared to block the way seemed to want to kill under that fortress.

Seeing that Tryndamere broke through three yards into the canyon in an instant, the troops of the coalition forces outside the canyon didn't know whether to follow the trend or wait and see what happened.

Seeing that Tryndamere had completely stabilized the situation, Galen breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to order those who stood stupidly to charge forward, when a dazzling light flashed past.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of that damned Mercury cannon.

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I don’t know why I’m very impetuous today, I wrote in a hurry.

But I don't want to change it.Ask for counting.