"Long live Demacia" is like unyielding growth of weeds in the cold wind.
At this moment, the spirit of the Snow Mountain Alliance fell to a minimum. Those people who were laughing at the Demassians’ savage faces were stunned like petrochemical statues. Those who were laughing in their throats a moment ago were abruptly suppressed at this moment, which made several people almost suffocate.
Even Thuzhuangni, who has been calm and cold like a piece of ice, couldn’t help but frown.
Obviously, Izriel’s appearance brought great trouble to Chen Senran and also brought great trouble to Snow Mountain Alliance and Noxas.
This means that the whole situation will be reversed when Pieterwolf comes.
The situation that Svein had worked so hard to manage was completely shattered when Izriel was so strong that the enemy appeared.
At this moment, it is time to consider how to retreat and become Thuzhuangni.
Chen Senran walked all the way looking at those Noxas who were still in a daze at the moment. Obviously, the terrible blow of Isoriel made them lose their direction in an instant. Before an order came, these ordinary Noxas soldiers were terrified and hesitated whether to continue or retreat.
The original few fierce daredevil guys saw Galen was already a spent force and wanted to take the opportunity to check the leak. They also saw that powerful man like a god slowly landed and stopped their intention to step out and be greedy at that moment.
Izriel arrived at Galen’s side a moment earlier than Chen Senran. He lifted Galen up with his cold and hard arms full of high-tech style, and then stepped back with a slight bow. A simulated apology tone and a harsh mechanical saying, "I’m sorry that Galen Pavilion is late."
"Ahem ….." Galen coughed and said nothing. He looked at Isoriel with his big sword and shook his head for a long time. It was said that he didn’t.
But even if Izriel lost most of the emotions that human beings should have at this time, he could still feel the man’s dissatisfaction with himself
He seemed to want to say something else, but was interrupted by another sound.
"Oh, Mr. Isoriel, is that you? It’s been a long time. "Chen Senran walked slowly and opened his arms. He smiled brightly and walked towards him to see him. It seems that he is going to hug an old friend who has been reunited with Isoriel for a long time.
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"Isoriel" Swein looked at the dead bodies of withered petals scattered all over the floor in the distant battlefield and read the name three times.
He really didn’t expect that an Izriel could completely destroy his original ending layout in an instant. Although he had received the news that Pieterwoff had created an artificial man, he had personally seen the magical picture of the battlefield robot that now appeared thousands of yards away, but he really didn’t expect that an artificial man would be so powerful.
He translated this sentence from a different plane and saw that it was probably what it meant.
But everything has been hurt. If we follow the original plan, we can ensure that our success rate is higher. Now it is not to increase our flaws, especially if the other party seems to be in a very clever layout situation, but even if it is seen through, it is called waiting until he wants to understand his intentions …
"Hum ….." Swein couldn’t help but give a gloomy smile. He seldom laughed unless he was really proud to the extreme. He smiled and raised his hand high and then clenched it hard.
This gesture stands for retreat in the Noxas army.
For a moment, this command was expanded several times by the Horn to the chaotic battlefield.
Vaguely, it seems that you can still hear crows croaking in the sky.
Gas seems to be particularly cold.
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Today, I found out that I used to write a short story called "Irving Watch", and I was reminded of it in the post bar. Seeing that someone said it was beautiful suddenly made me feel that I was not bad.
Let’s have another interaction, although it seems that few people really watch this.
Can anyone think of what Svein was going to do?
Let’s discuss it with friends who are reading this story.
Yeah, that’s it.
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When the horn sounded from the distant horizon, the Noxas people were still hesitating whether to attack or retreat, and immediately retreated like a flood.
At that moment, don’t say it’s how wonderful the expression of Thuzhuangni’s face, which is usually cold as ice, is. Even Chen Senran couldn’t help showing a surprised expression.
After all, no one would have thought that this group of men, who were as menacing as tigers and wolves, had just left, lost their robes and bodies, lost their allies and fled like a group of lost dogs. Their eyes were long gone, and the former fierceness was full of the kind of survivors’ happiness, as if they were glad that they had not killed thousands of elite steel monsters at that moment and died with less interest.
There are faint cheers coming from those who fled back to the team.
"What an unexpected ending!" Chen Senran squinted at the Nokessas who were about to disappear from his field of vision, and continued his warm embrace towards Isoriel. "I really want to thank Mr. Isoriel for coming."