Tobyin, who was waving his wings, decided to stick to the dome to avoid the charge of the ice warrior, and dived directly to kill the witch controlling the colossus.
Then he saw the Ice Warrior jumping up on the spot, brandishing a halberd like a cannonball.
Before the blood-flame holy sword in Tobyin's hand touched the war colossus, the crescent-shaped blade slashed across the waist and abdomen from bottom to top. As soon as his body went cold, the spell was immediately interrupted. Tobyin's vision began to turn upside down, and his brain fell into a trap.
Stagnation, some inability to understand what is happening to oneself.
As he fell, he saw his lower body shattered by frost. The violent ice crystals were devouring his flesh and blood. The frost was spreading towards his feet. The vampire's recovery ability seemed a little pale in front of the frost.
He finally realized that he was going to die. Tobyin tried his best to turn his gaze to look at the Frost Guard Witch, his eyes full of pleading, but the witch closed her eyes indifferently.
Toby lost his last hope.
The enemy was beheaded, and the other three ice warriors took the initiative to retreat, leaving space for the beheading ice warrior to execute. They solemnly came to Tobiin's upper body, and the frost halberd struck head-on, and the blade touched the floor tiles.
A deep slash was made, and Tobyin's head rolled forward twice before being stepped on by the ice warrior who had completed the execution.
The blood energy on the blood descendant was completely absorbed by the ice warrior as if it had met a nemesis. The ice warrior who killed the blood descendant let out a sigh of satisfaction, as if a soldier who had just served in the barracks for twenty years walked into the brothel.
It’s the beggar who has been hungry for a week who eats the Man-Han banquet.
Feeling the satisfaction of their companions, the other three ice warriors showed longing eyes and turned to look at the Frost Guard Witch.
The witch raised her right hand, and the closed door opened again. The Frost Guard Witch glanced at the blood-devouring beast and said in a deep voice.
"Come back here after daybreak. Before the sun rises, the outpost will be your hunting ground. Go and let these intruders who desecrate the sanctuary know what fear is and what death is."
After receiving new orders, the four ice warriors turned and left.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, Draculas walked through the dim corridor, opened the sixth door, and encountered the ice warrior who had just finished hunting.
The ice warrior who was affected by the red rune turned around hungrily, and the killing intent that had just been somewhat satisfied boiled over again, and the warrior directly charged at Draculas.
"This is Langman's breath. He is dead? What kind of monster is this? How can it be so fierce?"
Not daring to slack off, Draculas flew into the sky, burning his source blood.
【Blood Flame Holy Sword】
In battle after battle, Draculas continues to explore the fighting method that truly suits him. Strengthened by the superior source blood, today's Blood Flame Holy Sword is no longer limited to the shape of the sword. In the hands of Draculas
Closer to a bullwhip.
With a flick of his wrist, the long blood-colored whip bypassed the halberd and struck the ice warrior like a spiritual snake.
"Peng!"
The condescending long whip struck the Ice Warrior's armor. There was an imperceptible crack in the enchanted ice armor on the Ice Warrior's chest. The Ice Warrior kept walking and jumped on the spot.
The frightened Draculas ran towards the way he came without looking back. The cold wind pressure of the euphorbia came from behind him. He narrowly avoided the attacks of the ice warriors, and Draculas' hair stood on end.
"My blood whip has no effect on him. These warriors are completely immune to the effects of boiling blood... No wonder no one has come out for so long. I'm afraid the others are already in danger. It's over. I didn't expect that there is such a thing hidden here."
Plant a monster and it’s all over.”
The unreasonable Ice Warrior directly shattered the self-confidence of Draculas along the way. Even if he could get out alive, with the character of Blood King Brown Darkwill, he would skin him.
Before he had time to think about what kind of situation he would face, two more terrifying halberd-wielding warriors like golems were spotted on the road. Draculas burned the source blood in the blood pool at any cost, and he went three points faster.
Kankan dodged the ice warrior's jumping slash.
After getting rid of the ice warrior, Draculas finally arrived at the front hall, only to find that at some point there were already three Frost Guard witches standing in the front hall, and the door to the outside world behind the witches was directly blocked by ice.
The heavy footsteps of the Ice Warrior followed like a shadow, but the only entrance and exit was blocked by three witches. Draculas desperately tried to kill the Frost Guard Witch. The Frost Guard Witches jointly cast spells and froze Dracula's body with frost.
In an instant, Dracula's consciousness fell into darkness.
The ice warrior who arrived later slowed down and, at the witch's signal, stopped beside Draculas.
"Want to kill?"
After a moment of silence, the leading witch shook her head.
"It would be more useful for us to keep him and apply the ice seal together."
Other witches followed suit and cast a spell, locking Draculas in a coffin made of ice elements.
"Lucini, take two ice warriors as escorts. You must deliver this intruder to Lady Roxani safe and sound. I think Lady Roxasani will like it."
The Frostguard witch named Lucini nodded and casually nodded to the two ice warriors. When one of the ice warriors shouldered the ice chain that bound the ice coffin, the three of them took advantage of the night and left the outpost with the door opened again.
.
…
On the eastern front of the Great Ice Wall, Winter's Claw's war mother Korgia has been injured. The Juvask wild boar under her crotch is panting tiredly, and a snorting sound comes from the pig's nose. The pig skin is invulnerable to swords.
The blood was dripping down, just like Kojiya's back had turned into a bloody man.
On this terrible night of endless blood rain, the Eastern Army led by Kojiya had repelled more than a dozen waves of barbarian blood attacks. However, the Blood Plague Army seemed determined to break through the gap in the mountains and did so at any cost.
Charge again and again,
Facing the barbarian vampires who survived injuries and could recuperate themselves through blood-sucking, the Freljordians became more and more tired as they fought, while the surviving vampires became stronger and stronger. More than 6,000 Freljord warriors had already died.
Two thousand people were lost, and the smaller tribes had lost most of their combat effectiveness. The defense line of just a few kilometers was covered with broken corpses, and the strong smell of blood was enough to overwhelm the brave man's sanity.
Facing the endless enemies, the morale of the army plummeted. If Kujiya and another war mother named Prit hadn't been fighting at the forefront, the defense line would have been broken by the barbarian blood descendants.
"Koujiya! We really can't hold on any longer! If we continue to fight, there will be no young people left in my tribe!"
"Run! Glenna doesn't come to support us! Why should we fight for them!"
"The witches have all run away! Why are we still here?"
The cry of the leader of the Cold Stone Tribe came from behind. Kuojiya didn't look back and had no time to respond. The woman just tensed up and swung the ice-claw that had been dyed scarlet, smashing the ferocious-looking man next to her.
enemy.
One after another, after finishing killing the blood descendants around him, Kuojiya took advantage of his breath to look back. In just a few minutes, the warriors from the Cold Stone Tribe and several other tribes had fled the battlefield, and they were already within reach.
The dangerous defense line collapsed for thousands of miles, and only the tribe warriors of Winter's Claw were still holding on to their position, with death in their eyes.
"kill!
"
Seeing the Freljordian defense line collapse and the deserters scattering, the morale of the blood descendants surged. Looking at the devastated battlefield, Korgia lowered his head and let out a breath.
She has tried her best, which may be enough for others, but she is Kojia, the war mother of Winter's Claw, and the first warrior of the tribe who never admits defeat and does not know what surrender means.
For her, it's not enough.
Without the heritage and glory of the Avarosa tribe, without the territory and magic of the Frostguard clan, how could the Winter's Claw rise from the bottom? How could the declining Winter's Claw grow into a clan that is second only to the Frostguard clan and Avarosa?
The Freljord clan of the Varosa Tribe?
If they had fled like the Coldstone Tribe, would there be the Winter Claws today?
The reason why the Winter's Claw has become a tribe that everyone fears like a tiger is because the Winter's Claw has never been a coward who is afraid of death!
Ever since Serelda, there have been no deserters in Winter's Claw.
It is said that the fighting will of Noxus is the best in the world. That is ridiculous. People in the southern continent have never heard of the name of Winter's Claw. The courage of Winter's Claw has never been inferior to anyone in this world!
With his back facing the bloodthirsty and crazy blood descendants, Kojiya held up the Perfect Ice Chain Flail high, his eyes as cold as ice. The Juvask wild boar under his crotch seemed to feel the owner's desperate fighting spirit. The wild boar straightened up its broken tusks,
No more breathing, no more fear of pain.
"There is the glory of death! There is no shame of life! Kojiya is here! Who is willing to fight to the death with me!
"
"Kojiya is here! Who wants to fight to the death with me!"
Korgia's roar echoed in the mountains, and the barbarian blood descendants who could understand the Freljord language were stagnant. Even after becoming another powerful being, Korgia's name still had this indescribable meaning.
pressure.
"I am willing to fight to the death with Kojiya!"
Before the warriors of the Winter's Claw tribe, who were immersed in the heroic power of the War Mother, could respond, a man's voice that was rougher than Kojia's suddenly came from the eastern peak.
Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, Kojiya turned her head in disbelief and saw a gray-haired, bare-armed man who was not tall but stronger than a Juvask wild boar walking all the way from the nearly vertical and steep mountain.
Rushing up and down, he fearlessly charged into the Vampires from the side alone. Enemies fell one after another wherever he passed, and they were not Udyr's enemies.
The man bathed in the enemy's blood was unarmed and was only wearing a barbaric battle dress. The pair of rough and hard fists emitted a faint blue light, vaguely forming the claws of a beast, and easily tore the vampire's body apart.
It's chilling.
Such a mighty and domineering man, who could it be if it wasn't Udyr who she was pursuing so hard even if she abandoned the tribe?
Udyr lost control of the power of the beast spirit and was jealous of his own tribe. The proud and proud man left behind a glorious body and left alone with scars.
By the time she returned to the tribe, Udyr, the best and strongest among the many blood alliances, had left alone on a snowy night. She had lost her true love, and Winter's Claw had also lost its most powerful weapon. Udyr's departure was even more tragic.
Disrupting Korgia's plan, Sejuani lost an excellent fighting father and teacher.
Even if she kills the Winter's Claw traitors who slandered Udyr, it will not help. Since Udyr did not tell anyone where he went, then no one in the world will know where Udyr went. She
The only thing he could think of was to hand over the tribe to his daughter Sejuani and set off alone to find the man who changed her life.
Kojiya thought about the scene of meeting Udyr many times, but she never expected that the man she couldn't find would actually appear by her side at the most critical moment, as if he had been silently guarding her in the snow.
Same as myself.
Staring at the man who was bathing her in blood, Kojiya's frozen eyes finally turned into ripples. They were no longer as sharp and decisive as before, but had a bit more of the yearning and charm of a little woman.
"Glaozi's Udyr! You have snatched the glory of Lockefar! You are so fast!"
Kojia, who was about to say something to Udyr, had her lips trembling, and the man's roar came again from the top of the mountain, showing that he didn't take Udyr seriously.
Kojiya frowned and turned his head, thinking about who could be so impudent, but this time it was a muscular double-axe warrior wearing a horn helmet and having thick brown beard and hair.
The man's unruly style reminded Kojia of a legendary figure from the Lockefar Coast Peninsula - the Berserker Olaf, a fearless Freljord warrior who died in pursuit of glory. Speaking of Olaf's story is also quite interesting.
It's legendary.
It is said that more than ten years ago, Olaf, who was invincible on the battlefield, boasted about his glory and achievements all day long, and vowed that he would die on the glorious battlefield and be buried in the warrior's tomb.
Olaf's proud behavior that he boasted about all day finally aroused the dissatisfaction and boredom of the tribe. The elders of the tribe asked Olaf to use the oldest divination method in the tribe to predict his future destiny. However, Olaf threw out the newly hunted
After coming to the animal bones, the result obtained from the hexagrams is that good people have a safe life, good health and a long life.
It is said that the ridicule surrounding Olaf lasted for a full half day. Half a day was not the limit of the barbarians, but the limit of Olaf's endurance.
Whether it's murderous or punishable, the result pointed to by the hexagram is exactly the "good people live in peace" that the barbarians of the Rockfar Coast Peninsula cannot tolerate. As the most proud barbarian of the Rockfar Peninsula, how can Olaf accept it?
Such a divination result,
On the night when the divination results came out, Olaf left the village and went to challenge the ancient sea monster in the peninsula cave alone.
The sea monster is called the Frost Snake. No one knows how terrifying the Frost Snake is. For the barbarians on the Rockefah Coast Peninsula, the Frost Snake's intestines are the last way to the end of life.
No one was optimistic about Olaf's outcome. There was no news for a week. Everyone thought that Olaf had passed away. At the most unlikely time, Olaf returned to the village.
Olaf did not answer anyone's questions, but silently asked the craftsmen in the village to re-polished the weapons and left again.
Someone went to the Frost Snake's lair to check, and what they saw was the terrifying ancient beast that had died.
It was not until later that Olaf left the Rockefah Coast Peninsula to challenge various ferocious beasts in inaccessible places, and the legendary name spread.
