The cold wind roared by, and the murderous look strangled from all sides. The fierce murderous look instantly cut a silver hair from Ash’s temples.

We are so close to killing this damn woman completely. Jumping high, the Noxas people’s eyes are full of murder, like burning fire. His mouth makes sense and doesn’t roar. The roar is blurred in the gale, like crying and laughing.
Blade, keep going. There’s one last yard.
Go to hell, he finally growled and waved his knife, and his arm force almost burst out of his body.
The blade came crashing out
Snow fell on the extremely fierce blade.
There is a bright light like sapphire shining at the tip of Ash’s arrow.
I broke my silver hair and stayed in my breath for a second.
The wind blows over the silver hair.
Crashing out, the blade went straight and cut the falling snowflake in half, like a bamboo joint.
The long arrow suddenly
Just as the long knife cut off the snowflake and it was about to stick to Ash’s beautiful neck, Ash quietly let go of the long arrow and stuck it to the long knife that cut the snowflake and cut the wind, which seemed to cut the whole world.
"Bang-"The blade of the long arrow collided slightly, like a dead leaf falling to the ground in autumn.
For a moment, the fierce and seemingly unstoppable long Dao just settled in the middle, and the long arrow melted the frost in an instant, freezing the Noxasian who climbed high directly in the middle like a hideous ice sculpture.
The frost hasn’t stopped. After freezing the Noxas, it will continue to move backwards. The Noxas are still whistling and charging. The Noxas are frozen in place.
An arrow can freeze a hundred miles.
This is beyond the reach of human beings. The power of that arrow is like the presence of the Snow Mountain God.
All over the sky, the battlefield was lost at that moment, and those wild and fearless Noxas stopped their steps at that moment. They looked at the woman standing on the side of the bow a hundred yards away with awe in her eyes.
Ash’s hand finally let go. The arrow just now has exhausted her strength, and the last arrow has finally been exhausted in the quiver.
She has done her best. If calcas can’t get there, then even if she escapes, it’s meaningless. Because the destruction of Demacians is where she perishes, she is not going to move another body.
She wants to stand here until friendly forces appear or until death arrival.
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It’s been six minutes, more than a minute.
Calcas still hasn’t arrived.
After the initial shock, the Noxas people cautiously explored outside the frozen land. After making sure that there would be no more, the beasts once again brazenly took their last feeding journey.
The deep drums are crashing again, and this time it seems that nothing can stop them any more, and it will be the most when Ash’s flesh and blood can stop the last bit.
Running out of ammunition and food is the end of the road
Snow Mountain Alliance people laugh more and more recklessly, and some people laugh so much that they almost pass out because of the original suffocation.
The demasians stopped in vain and retreated. They silently looked at those who rushed in. The Noxas looked at them with sharp knives in their hands, and there was a trace of regret in their eyes.
He has been waving a big sword and waving his brother Galen’s own sword. He glanced at Eichmann, but his figure showed a trace of Nai’s smile and walked towards the front step by step.
Since we are doomed to escape, let’s see who is more willing to bleed.
Galen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed those toxins that were running around in his body and strode forward. He knew that doing so would directly burn his vitality, and every minute he spent lost one year.
But he has to do this because he is ready to put all his eggs in one basket. He wants his own vitality to fight for the last moment.
How can the pride and dignity of Svein and Demassians be overwhelmed by this despicable poison?
Galen crossed Ashe and walked to the front. He didn’t say a word, and straightened up. His body was leaning on a sword, independent and proud, like a statue of God of War that would never fall.
At this moment, Noxas’ footsteps once again broke through the distance of fifty yards.
"I heard that there was bleeding during the heavy snow in Fredrod, but I could hear those ancient hunters whispering," Galen said suddenly, looking at those Noxas.
"Yes," said Ash, with a hint of memory in her eyes. "It was a blessing from the snow-capped mountain for the greatest warrior. When my father died, the whole snow-capped mountain was singing in a low voice." Her face felt a little serene here.
Noxas stepped into twenty yards.