let go of my anne

The endgame was cleared up after one magic hour.

Tryndamere and Ashe each gathered about 3000 remnants, and Demacia spontaneously gathered 2000 people.

A total of less than eight thousand.

Most of them suffered severe burns, with very few minor injuries.

There were 4000 people in the original coalition, excluding the Snow Mountain Alliance who defected halfway.

Nearly wiped out.

On the Noxus side, General Burnham, who had been frozen into a statue, disappeared, and Swain also disappeared, and his Raiders from Heaven disappeared together with him.

The rest will be killed.

As for Sejuani, and that thunderous northern man Olaf, they are now standing opposite the remnants of the coalition forces with their followers, warriors of the bear tribe and men of Winter's Claw.

Confronted.

The standoff has been going on for 10 minutes.

No new characters reappeared, and the protagonists, supporting characters, and passers-by in the fire of fate last night seemed to have been submerged in the river of history.

Caitlin, Ezreal, Rosewild, and...

Galen.

No one found Galen.

"What should we do now?" Tryndamere leaned on his rough broadsword, looked at Sejuani, who was standing in the cold wind, and stared at them, and took a slight breath.

He was seriously injured. The massacre yesterday afternoon took too much energy from him, and the fire last night burned him almost to death.

In his memory, only the danger of climbing up the Freljord step by step from the bottom of the ice cliff back then can be compared with it.

"What do you think?" Ashe on the side didn't answer Tryndamere's words, she looked at Chen Senran who was standing silently holding Annie.

Chen Senran's position was a bit awkward.

He stood above all, not near the Demacians, nor the Barbarians, nor the Avarosas.

He is like an absolute outsider.

It's also like a target of public criticism who is rejected by everyone.

Because everyone is using strange expressions with a little anger and a little hatred.She looked at him again with a bit of puzzled complex eyes.

Although it was very dark and chaotic last night, for some reason, everyone felt that the world-destroying black flames were flowing from his body.

"Do you still believe me?" Chen Senran didn't seem to feel those complicated eyes, he glanced at Sejuani and the others calmly, and then turned his head to look at Tryndamere and the others.

"War always ends in death." Ashe stroked the ice bow in his hand.There was no trace of killing intent.

She hid it well, but Chen Senran still saw the sadness in her eyes.

Many of her people died.

Chen Senran understood that it would be difficult for them to get along with each other in the future, let alone drink on snowy nights.

"Yes, that was just an accident." Tryndamere grinned wildly.

But so is he.

"Okay." Chen Senran nodded, he didn't care much.

In other words, he doesn't care much anymore.

Someone always comes and someone always leaves.

"Alliance." He blocked the snowflakes falling from the sky, preventing them from floating on Little Annie's face.He smiled and shouted at Sejuani and the others, "Alliance."

Sejuani didn't answer, didn't laugh, and didn't move.

She just looked at Chen Senran, wanting to see what else Chen Senran could say.

"There are less than 3000 of you. If you are less injured, your actual combat power is 8000. Even Mr. Thunder God and Mr. Bear next to you can overthrow all our leaders." Chen Senran continued.Analyzing, "But we still have more than 1000 people. Even if half of them cannot fight, we will have more than [-] of you. If you want to fight, no one will take advantage."

Sejuani remained unmoved and calm, and the answer seemed to have failed to impress her.

"Sejuani. You want to dominate the Freljord and conquer the world. You still have a lot of things to do, neither do I, nor do they." Chen Senran said.Pointing to the people behind him, he looked at Sejuani and smiled, "You don't want to just die here?"

"How to form an alliance?" Sejuani finally spoke. Although her face was still as cold as ice and snow, her words meant she was loose.

"That's not my business." Chen Senran shrugged his shoulders, looked at Tryndamere and Ashe, "That's your big man's business."

But in the end Chen Senran joined the alliance agenda.

Because of Galen's disappearance, the Demacians lost their leader. Although they hated Chen Senran's fire from the sky, they had to admit Chen Senran's wisdom and bravery.

They need a representative, even though this representative killed their comrades last night.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll sell you?" Chen Senran grinned at all the remaining Demacians before forming an alliance.

It's a joke.

But no one laughed.

Everyone has a cold face.

"If you dare to sell, the general will not let you go." At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice sounded from behind everyone.

Del Xiu limped out of the ruins with a sword in hand.

Behind him is an old man with a knife.

Lao Du.

"Not dead?" Chen Senran smiled at Old Du.

"I won't die even if you die." Old Du also laughed.

But Lao Du, who has played 30 times, is an immortal Lao Du.

The alliance agenda moved quickly.

There isn't much to argue about.

Everyone retreated to their own territories to recuperate, and agreed to fight again in the coming year.

Demacia withdrew from its garrison in the Freljord for three years.

But before that, find Garen first.

The people who decided to be peaceful retreated to a safe position, organized a group of people and searched the entire ruins, but Galen was not found.

Someone came up with a clue.

A Demacian soldier whose whole body was burnt to the point of scorching said hesitantly, "I seem to see the general going there on horseback."

Then, his hand, which was terribly burned, pointed tremblingly at the horizon covered by snow.

direction of the North Sea.

So people started looking in that direction.

From the day found the dusk.

In the evening of this day, the Freljord surprisingly stopped snowing, the sky was very clean, and the setting sun could be seen sinking in the sky.

People found Galen at the end of the setting sun.

He squatted halfway under the setting sun leaning on his sword, and the crimson setting sun reflected his profile.

Forever a determined face.

Forever fearless.

A body that doesn't fall down even in death.

That's what heroes deserve.

The hero is dead.

Galen, dead.

On July 12th, 720, Valoran New World Calendar, that is, July [-]th, [-], Demacia Imperial Calendar, the youngest hero of Demacia, one of the most proud descendants of the Crown Guard family, once let the entire The man that Noxus had feared for ten years, Garen Crownguard, died in battle.

Died under the setting sun.

When he died, he had only a sword, a jug of wine, a horse, and a bouquet of flowers that he refused to let go. (To be continued..)

ps: It’s finally over. The Battle of Burning City and the death of Galen, which I have painstakingly conceived, I wrote directly from the scorching June to 2014. I am very guilty and very happy.

Because, the story is not dead.

I am still alive.