The exhausted Olaf did not answer Ezreal. He looked at him with burning eyes and said calmly: "I lost, you go ahead and do it."
"What action?"
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The loser has no right to live. Just kill me."
"Kill you?" Ezreal frowned, "I didn't say I wanted to kill you."
"What?" When Olaf heard this, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he looked at Ezreal fiercely: "How dare you not kill me?"
Ezreal was happy when he heard this. This was the first time he saw such a strange person. Normal people would either beg for mercy or find a way to escape in this situation. How could there be someone like him who wants to die?
"Do you want to die?"
Olaf nodded: "I have longed for the honor of dying in battle for a long time!"
Ezreal rolled his eyes: "I just don't like to follow other people's wishes. If you want to die, I won't let you die. If you don't want to die, I will let you die."[
Olaf's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Then I don't want to die, I want to live, so don't kill me."
Ezreal chuckled: "Okay, if that's the case, then I'll let you live and escort you back to Ashe's tent."
Olaf's beard trembled with anger: "You brat, you have the guts! Let's see if I don't split you in half!"
For Olaf, there is nothing more humiliating than being a prisoner. The furious Olaf raised his double ax again and struck Ezreal on the head. However, Ezreal kicked him to the ground.
"Ouch……"
Olaf screamed and collapsed to the ground like a dead dog. There was no resistance at all.
Olaf's unique talent - Ragnarok can be immune to any damage and any control skills for a certain period of time, making Olaf an unbeatable little strongman. Once the effect of Ragnarok disappears, Olaf will fall into an extremely exhausted state.
Condition. At this moment, Olaf didn't even have the strength to lift his axe.
"Asshole, I want..."
Even though he lost his fighting power, Olaf still didn't stop talking. But Ezreal didn't give him another chance to curse him. Ezreal knocked him out with three arrows and held his body and teleported to the arrow array in the valley.
, handed Olaf to Uncle Harry.
"Uncle Harry, this guy has been knocked unconscious by me. You tie him up tightly and escort him to His Highness Ashe's tent after the war. I'll go down and help them first."
During the battle between Ezreal and Olaf, the Winter Claw army had already entered the valley entrance. Olaf had previously rushed into the valley with one man, creating time for the Winter Claw warriors behind. Fortunately, the entrance was narrow,
Easy to defend but difficult to attack, the Winter Claw's numerical advantage does not pose much of a threat to the Ice Archers.
Harry looked at the unconscious Olaf at his feet and was shocked. He had seen Olaf's unstoppable momentum just now. This terrible guy actually disrupted Avarosa's defensive formation without any damage, and even
Taken over Princess Ashe's One-Arrow Demon
Magic Crystal Arrow. Unexpectedly, this seemingly invincible enemy was easily defeated by Ezreal who he had rescued. Harry greatly changed his view of Ezreal and at the same time secretly rejoiced that he had saved Ezreal.
Riel brought back the Avarosan tribe...
"How's the situation?" Ezreal appeared next to Ashe without any warning.
"Have you dealt with that berserker?" Ash glanced at him in surprise. He thought that Ezreal could only hold back the invulnerable guy, but unexpectedly, Ezreal came back unscathed in just ten minutes.
.
Ezreal replied: "Well, he has been knocked unconscious by me, and now Uncle Harry is taking care of him."[
Ashe was even more surprised when she heard this. Even her most powerful magic crystal arrow couldn't do anything to him. How did Ezreal defeat him?
There were all kinds of questions in her heart, but Ai Xi knew that now was not the time to satisfy her curiosity. She looked at the Winter Claw army at the entrance of the valley with a serious face: "Currently, the Winter Claw has captured one third of the pass.
If nothing happens, we should be able to hold on. But..."
Ashe glanced at the archers in the valley with some worry: "Our tribe's reserve of iron arrows is not large, and I don't know if the remaining number is enough to resist Sejuani's attack. If the iron arrows are used up,
That would be bad..."
Before Ai Xi finished speaking, he saw a huge meteor hammer falling from the sky, falling straight towards the shooters in Ailiduo.
"This is Sejuani's icy prison, get out of here!"
Ashe recognized that the bolas was Sejuani's weapon, and she quickly ordered the shooters to retreat. However, the bolas came very quickly, and the pass was crowded, so it was too late to disperse.
I saw the meteor hammer spinning and falling into the crowd, and several ice spikes poured out from the meteor hammer instantly. Those shooters who could not dodge were immediately penetrated by the sharp ice spikes. In an instant, fifty or sixty shooters died in this
Under attack.
Sejuani in the crowd pointed at the ice shooters opposite: "Charge in! As long as you enter this pass, Avarosa will be destroyed."
"Kill!"
Sejuani's blow directly strangled more than fifty shooters in Avarosa. The pressure on the warriors of Winter's Claw was greatly reduced. In the blink of an eye, the vanguard troops squeezed into half of the pass. Avaros
Sa's archers have retreated to the end of the pass.
"Hold it! We must not let them rush in." Ashe gritted her teeth, her jade-white hands already turning red. If the Claws of Winter rushed in, Avarosa would be doomed. Ashe could not afford to lose.
!
Sometimes, the competition in the war is not the number of soldiers on both sides, nor the logistics resources, but the momentum. The warriors of the Winter Claws constantly throw their weapons at the ice shooters, releasing a large number of ice spikes to kill the pass.
shooter.
After a round of throwing attacks, there are less than two hundred shooters left in the pass! Although throwing weapons will cause the combat effectiveness of the Winter Claw warriors to be greatly reduced, as long as they can break through this natural barrier, all the costs will be worth it.
Two hundred archers could no longer withstand the charge of Winter's Claw, and the Avarosa Tribe's pass could no longer be defended!
Ashe's red lips have been bitten. She tightly holds the ice crystal longbow in her hand, condensing arrows of ice and shooting them at the enemy. Each of her arrows can freeze a Winter's Claw warrior.
, but it was just a fearful struggle.
The situation was over, and Winter's Claw completely broke through their defense this time.
"Ezreal!" Ashe raised her bow and shot an arrow, and said to Ezreal without looking back: "You are not from my Avarosa tribe. This war has nothing to do with you. Hurry up and take your
Friends, please leave. I don’t want to cause trouble to you.”
Ezreal was stunned when he heard this, and turned around to see that Ashe's beautiful side face was filled with unyielding determination, her pure pupils were full of disgust for war, and traces of blood flowed from her bitten red lips.
The blood renders the color of the lips even more glamorous.
Ezreal was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. He shook his head: "No, I, Ezreal, am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. The people of the Avarosa tribe are very friendly to me, and I
How can I just watch you die?"
Ashe opened her mouth, about to say something, but she saw Ezreal step forward, spread the palm of his right hand, and raised it to the sky.
"Yikuku Moji Yada..."
Ezreal closed his eyes and recited the Requiem mantra silently. At the same time, a three-dimensional holographic image appeared in his mind. The souls of all living creatures within a radius of several kilometers were marked in Ezreal's mind.
Ezreal marked the souls of all the remaining 1,400 warriors of Winter's Claw with the Mark of Death. After seven seconds of chanting, Ezreal suddenly opened his eyes.
At the same time, a light red mark appeared on the heads of all the Winter's Claw warriors, including Sejuani. The other end of this red mark was directly connected to the horizon. One thousand four hundred red marks suddenly descended on Freyr.
What a spectacular scene on the pure snowfield of Zhuode. Everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
Ezreal counted down silently, and when he read "one", Ezreal's raised hand suddenly clenched into a fist.
"boom!"
The next moment! Fourteen hundred red thunders crashed down like heavenly punishment, causing the entire Freljord to tremble!
