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On the bone-chilling battlefield, Darius's combat grows increasingly savage. As he violently strikes the shield-bearing Frosty Puppet, he feels the impact of his fist against the hard ice, producing a deep, muffled roar. The force of the blow causes the shield puppet to lose balance and careen uncontrollably into another puppet wielding a sword behind it. The collision of the two puppets creates a sound akin to the shattering of icebergs, with shards of frigid ice scattering to reveal the fragility of these cold, zombie-like puppets.
The sword puppet pinned underneath struggles to rise, but Darius swiftly and fiercely moves to its side. Every step he takes exudes untamed power, and while his movements are rugged, they reveal a mastery of the battlefield. His eyes shimmer with determination and anger, deeply resenting these undead beings manipulated by dark magic.
He reached out and firmly grabbed the long sword in the puppet's hand, feeling the cold breath and the residual energy of the dead. The puppet's arm was cold and stiff, covered with a layer of fine frost. Darius exerted all his strength, his muscles tensed, veins bulging, and with a strong pull, he tore off the long sword along with the puppet's arm. This action was filled with savage power, his face covered in sweat and blood, yet it also showed his fearlessness and determination in battle.
This series of actions not only deprived the puppet of its attacking ability but also won Darius a temporary weapon. He tightly gripped the long sword he had taken from Frosty Puppet, and the scene before him filled his heart with pain and anger. These Frosty Puppets, once warriors of Noxus and Freljord, had now become undead zombies controlled by malicious magic. Darius knew deeply that only through battle could these innocent souls be set free.
Rushing forward at full speed, the sword tip shimmered in the cold light, swiftly piercing the two fallen Frosty Puppets. The sword tip penetrated their stiff bodies, bringing forth bursts of frost and blood. As the sword was pulled from their bodies, the remnants of the once brave warriors crumbled like shattered ice blocks.
Turning to face the oncoming group of Frosty Puppets, Darius gripped his long sword with both hands, as if transformed into a storm on the battlefield. Every swing of his sword carried the force of thunder, and one by one, the puppets were instantly cleaved in half beneath his blade. Their bodies were split open by the sword wind, revealing internal structures and icy blood. These cleaved puppets, as if torn apart by tremendous force, formed a gruesome picture of scattered body parts and fragments in the air.
Darius's eyes shimmer with the light of decisive battle as he wields his sword on this icy land. Each sword dance is a merciless strike against his enemies and a lament for fallen warriors. His figure moves through Frosty Puppet with the agility of a cheetah. With each swing of his sword comes a spray of blood mist and ice shards, and each metallic clash heralds the end of a Frosty Puppet.
The battle rages on, but Darius's courage and strength seem endless. In this brutal fight, he demonstrates the astonishing resilience and formidable power of a Noxus warrior. Every step and every blow he takes brings liberation to the controlled souls and fights for his own survival at the same time.
Darius's roar echoed in the cold wind, seemingly merging with the icy breath of the battlefield. His longsword drew silver-white streaks in the air, each swing bringing a storm of destruction. With each step forward, the Frosty Puppets on the path were tossed like scarecrows, limbs and fragments scattered, like a tragic fireworks in the ice and snow.
Amidst this fierce onslaught, Darius's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, swiftly seizing a heavy flail from a fallen Frosty Puppet. Now, he wielded a weapon in each hand: the longsword tightly gripped in his right hand, the heavy flail swinging in his left. This unusual armament made him look like a beast on the battlefield, wild and relentless.
The longsword and heavy flail drew shining trajectories in the air, each swing bringing devastating blows. The Frosty Puppet on the road was overturned like chaff, and the scattered limbs and fragments depicted a tragic arc in the air, like a lament on the ice field.
In this fierce attack, Darius seemed to become a blizzard on the battlefield, ruthlessly sweeping away all the enemies in his path. His longsword pierced through the body of Frosty Puppet like lightning, while the heavy flail, like the hammer of a god, crushed their bones and bodies. The sounds of collision and fracture on the battlefield echoed in the cold air, weaving a cruel and intense war song.
As the battle rages on, Darius finds that some Frosty Puppet have begun to attack him with bows and other ranged weapons. Arrows and projectiles carrying a chilling wind come at him from all directions. Darius responds to these ranged attacks with extraordinary reflexes and agile movements. He skillfully deflects arrows with his longsword and at times even violently knocks down incoming projectiles with his heavy flail. Each successful defense is accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, showcasing his unparalleled combat skills and strength.
As Darius swiftly moves, he continuously wields his weapons, facing the increasingly dense Frosty Puppet. His longsword acts like the scythe of death, repeatedly reaping the icy puppets controlled by the bodies of fallen soldiers. Meanwhile, his heavy flail in his left hand draws terrifying arcs in the air, resembling a wild beast hunting as it smashes one Frosty Puppet after another into pieces.
The battle grew more intense, and Darius seemed to become the ruler of the battlefield, his longsword and flail dancing in the air, creating one whirlwind of death after another. He weaved through the group attacks of Frosty Puppet, each dodge and counterattack so precise and deadly. Not only did he have to face the close combat of Frosty Puppet, but also the continuous arrows and projectiles coming from afar, making his battle even more ferocious and intense. Yet even in such a predicament, Darius remained fearless, each swing bringing new destruction, turning the merciless Frosty Puppet into a heap of ice and snow.
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