Olaf opened his mouth and revealed his ignorance of Demacia.
The merchants call Lux Her Majesty Laxana because of her status as emperor. She is the Queen of Demacia and a well-deserved majesty - but Olaf does not understand Demacian and does not understand Lux herself.
Therefore, he regarded "Her Majesty Laxana" as a full name according to the pronunciation habits of these Demacians.
That is Her Majesty Laxana.
Of course, Olaf is not the only one who has this misconception.
Owoli did not fight back on this point because he thought so too and did not find any problem.
Ovoli, who had no idea that the opponent had already shown his timidity, was now carefully sizing up the "competitor" in front of him with the most cautious attitude.
In Owoli's eyes, the tall guy in front of him didn't look like a good guy at first glance.
Not only is he bigger than the average Freljord, but he is also able to wear a tattered fur vest without feeling cold even when the Breath of Anivia is raging, and he speaks with a strong voice.
It is also enough to prove from the side that he has strong blood and extraordinary fighting power.
In the Freljord, a person's ability to withstand the cold is basically positively correlated with his or her personal strength - the stronger the person, the more able he is to endure the extreme natural environment of the Freljord, fearless of severe cold and wind and snow.
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A guy like Olaf who still shows his arms in Breath of Anivia is definitely not easy to mess with!
Therefore, Owoli seemed to be quite cautious and did not respond immediately.
This is not to say that he is afraid of the other party, but that the current time is relatively delicate. Even if there is a conflict, it is not the time to take action. Judging from the situation in the open space west of the Nuuskara Pass, he has the same thoughts as Ovoli.
, there are more than just three or five people who hope to become the blood ally of Her Majesty Laxana, and taking action now will only make those competitors easier.
After all, so many warriors are loyal, so Her Majesty Laxana will probably have to compete accordingly.
Ashe once held a blood alliance competition before, and the result can be said to be very successful. The guy named Tryndamere, who was so lucky, although I heard that it was unpleasant at first glance, he had a lot of tricks.
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If Ashe succeeded, then Her Majesty Laxana should also absorb the experience, right?
Ovoli, who has the trust of the tribe, does not want to expose his characteristics because of a stupid young man who does not know where he came from before the competition begins. As an experienced hunter, Ovoli knows that before the final battle begins, Ovoli
Before attacking, it is best to conceal all traces of yourself as much as possible.
This point should also be correct under the current situation.
Seeing Ovoli's expression become solemn and serious, Olaf's attitude became more and more contemptuous.
He was also observing the other side.
Although he could not understand Owoli's thoughts, judging from the other party's unwillingness to respond directly and his dusty appearance, this guy was not a big shot.
I'm afraid that he is really not Her Majesty Laxana, and he may not know Her Majesty Laxana.
Moreover, judging from his behavior, after hearing his provocation, the other party was not at all ready to try, and was even vaguely distancing himself from him.
This set of actions is almost subconscious, so the guy in front of me is probably not a warrior.
Combining this information is not easy for Olaf. If he thinks from a logical perspective, it is difficult for him to figure it out in an instant.
But with the blessing of instinct, Olaf's mouth reacted before his head.
"Ha!" Olaf's tone was extremely disdainful, and his mouth almost reached his ears, "Another coward!"
Owoli's blood surged. For a Freljordian, this kind of provocation was enough to start a fight!
However, under Olaf's expectant gaze, Owoli finally just took a deep look, and then chose to bypass him and leave without saying a word - he still had more important tasks to do, and now
It’s not time to get angry with an asshole!
Owoli carries the entire tribe on his shoulders!
Looking at Ovoli's leaving figure, Olaf snorted disdainfully, and then just stayed there carelessly, continuing to wait for the next challenger he liked.
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After bypassing Olaf, Owoli's chest seemed to be stuffed.
Being provoked but unable to respond is a very painful and humiliating thing for any Freljordian, but Owoli had to choose to endure it for the sake of the tribe.
However, even though Ovoli was mentally prepared, when he walked into the Neuskala Pass and saw his competitors, Ovoli finally lost his nerve.
For poor Owoli, the competition for his trip seemed a bit too strong.
The attractiveness of Her Majesty Laxana is quite astonishing. Ovoli can't imagine what kind of person it is that would make these warriors from various tribes take out the most precious things in their tribes!
The completely peeled sea insect skin that Ovoli saw in the distance before was quite spectacular after being hung up to make a flag, but Ovoli knew very well that it was definitely not the work and technology of a single person.
It is a tribal effort.
So although Owoli is envious, that's all.
However, when he approached these people's tents, carefully observed the decorations of their tents, and saw those "unobtrusive gifts", Ovoli finally felt a little numb.
These scum of the Freljord, in order to please Her Majesty Laxana, will go to any lengths that you can't even imagine, but they couldn't do it - some even made a rock panel to boast about their experiences.
He placed it outside his tent, fearing that Her Majesty Laxana would not know his past.
Competition has changed!
Gets rolled up!
His only chance seems to be to get as close as possible to Her Majesty Laxana and win with his sincerity!
The more he looked at other people's tents, the more frightened Ovoli became. He had to tell himself repeatedly that everything had just begun, everything had just begun.
Until the results come out, nothing is known!
Her Majesty Laxana hasn't arrived yet, but judging from the situation west of the Nyuskara Pass, the competition has already quietly begun.
In the plains west of the Nyuskara Pass, everyone was adjusting their status and waiting for the arrival of the Demacian War Mother.
Olaf was the only one, just like a streetwalker, hanging out at the key place to the Nyuskara Pass, stretching his neck and looking around, his eyes like a lone wolf patrolling his territory, looking for reliable prey.
But unfortunately, it seems that he is destined to not be found.