The impact of the golden light produced by the omen of theft was obviously far greater than Chai Anping imagined. When he was trying to digest and fuse the two forces, a roar that resounded through the snowy fields suddenly exploded high in the sky, and the originally thin clouds were completely covered.

It was shattered into pieces and looked extremely horrifying.

"Ah this..."

The Ursines on the battlefield suddenly looked like they had been given blood, their heads were bleeding and their eyes were red, and they looked up to the sky and roared.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

The leader of the Ursine Tribe, the Hunting Lord, jumped up high and shouted the holy name of "Volibear" with his mouth wide open.

"Boom!"

Under their tug, streaks of thunder fell down.

Chai Anping raised his eyebrows, no longer doubting the origin of the broken thunder rune fragments...

Good guy, Omen of Stealing actually went to collect Volibear's wool!

Fortunately, Volibear was angrily tracking the "aftertaste" of the Thunder Rune at this time, and did not pay attention to the responses of the believers on the battlefield. This made these Ursines look like clowns on Christmas.

.

But at this time, no one would question the power of these violent giant bears. The completely crazy beast spirit claws swept wildly. All the people in Avarosa and Winter's Claw were beaten to their knees, and even the troll clan was suppressed.

Trundle's angry curses could be heard far away. In fact, Chai Anping was also very moved by his head for a while...but considering that the troll was still a comrade in the same trench for the time being, he suppressed the impulse.

He threw himself into the battlefield, trying to suppress the Ursine offensive, but even Udyr couldn't withstand his blows. Naturally, these so-called giant bears could only be chopped up by him.

Because their bodies were stained with a large amount of Ursine blood, the irrational giant bears rushed towards Chai Anping in groups.

Lux screamed repeatedly at first, then calmed down and turned into a mobile turret growing on Chai Anping's body, with sharp beams of light shooting out from her palms.

Only then did Chai Anping realize that the Pretty Cure was missing a staff!

In the original universe, after the Sorcerer's Disaster broke out, Lux helped a mage family escape from the capital, and only then received their gifts and the corresponding staff.

However, the power of the staff is quite weak, and it is basically supported by her own huge magic power.

"If I have a chance, I need to help Lux get an awesome staff..."

Because he obtained Twin Shadows, Chai Anping immediately set his sights on the equipment sold in the game store.

"There are a lot of legendary equipment in the land of Freljord, maybe you will have a chance to encounter them!"

Making a decision secretly in his heart, Chai Anping threw himself into the fight again.

…

At this time, more than 60,000 troops had been invested in the battlefield, as well as a large number of special forces. The killing force showed no signs of weakening.

Avarosa's army was deeply encircled at this time and was not in a good position, but they soon formed battle formations to fight on their own.

The troops led by Olaf had no choice but to fight them with real swords and guns.

Therefore, the situation on the scene is still evenly matched, but the battle losses on both sides are very huge.

Even Olaf and Tryndamere were badly beaten. After suffering fatal injuries, the Barbarian King completely turned on the berserk mode. He used the serrated sword like a war hammer, and his martial arts skills were only "bang bang".

, but the power and moves are so perfect that every blow makes people's hearts tremble.

Olaf was also a ruthless man. He danced with two axes in the wind. When he couldn't bear the blow, he yelled and exchanged injuries with Tryndamere. Both men's fighting methods were desperate and ruthless. In the blink of an eye,

There are dangerous moves every now and then, which are shocking.

To say that Olaf's physique is indeed weird, the prophecy that he can only die of old age is both a prophecy and a curse, and no matter how he tries to die, he can still survive without any danger.

Back then, he personally experienced a soul-eating night in Bilgewater and survived unharmed. He was even swallowed by a sea monster and crossed most of the Conquered Sea without dying.

Even if he is seriously injured, he can still use the blood of the Berserker to burst out with more powerful power.

"Well done, freak."

He spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to lift his hands up from the blood. A large amount of lactic acid had accumulated in his body. Even with the blood of a berserker, he could not withstand such a battle.

Olaf really didn't expect Ashe's blood alliance to have such strength and ruthlessness.

But Tryndamere didn't get the benefit either. He was half-kneeling in the snow, leaning his sword on the ground, and his chest was rising and falling violently like a bellows.

He has also reached his limit.

The effect of his anger has reached the edge of the abyss, and he knows very well that if he continues to use every ounce of power, he may really fall into madness.

at any time!

"Why do you Lokfar want to help Sejuani?"

Tryndamere saw that Olaf had the idea of ​​​​temporary truce and recovery, so he also spoke.

"Tsk - I drilled into Sejuani's hole. It's not shameful to beat her to death!" Olaf smiled solemnly: "Isn't it the same for you? Even the clan was swallowed up by Avarosa because of a woman. Who will do it in the future?

Remember which tribe Tryndamere comes from?"

"..."

Tryndamere was speechless for a moment. He knew that Olaf was right. After he made this choice, only "Avarosa" remained in his clan.

But what Olaf didn't know was that Avarosa was their last hope at that time. If Ashe had not accepted them, their clan would not have been able to survive that cold winter!

If the person is gone, what's the use of having a name that exists in name only?

"You won't understand."

Thinking of Ashe, Tryndamere's eyes showed tenderness: "Follow Mother Ashe, I will have no regrets even if I die!"

"Hahaha, yes!"

Olaf shook his arm and laughed strangely: "Grandpa will send you to see Qianjue God!"

He held the axe, and the power of his blood surged towards Tryndamere.

After taking a breath and gaining strength, Tryndamere also stood up, raised his sword, and stood ready.

"clang--!"

The two axes struck down, and Olaf kicked the Barbarian King in the chest with his big foot.

"vomit!"

Tryndamere's eyes flashed and he fell backwards. Olaf retracted and released the ax in his hand, even faster than when he was in full strength. The ax in his right hand swung away the sword and then struck Tryndamere directly.

On the chest.

This time, he activated the curse in the ax to invade Tryndamere's wound. At the same time, he rushed forward and tried to drive the ax in his left hand into the barbarian king's body.

"ah!!"

Tryndamere roared angrily and flew backwards with his giant sword sweeping across to force Olaf back.

After landing, he looked down with gloomy eyes. The iron ax on his chest was still rising and falling with his breathing... continuously inflicting severe pain.

The curse had little effect on his body, but it eventually had a paralyzing effect on his tired body.

"Well--"

He grabbed the handle of the ax and pulled it out of his chest.

He had a ferocious expression: "The ax is good, let me use it first!"

"Yo?"

Olaf tugged at his beard with his empty right hand and grinned.

"Showing an ax with grandpa? Be careful not to chop off your own head!"

He made a fist with his right hand and punched Tryndamere directly in the eye socket.

Tryndamere looked very majestic with the sword in his right hand and the ax in his left hand. He was not annoyed when he heard Olaf's ridicule, but silently tightened the ax in his hand.

How can a hunter who is good at hunting not be able to use an ax?!

The broadsword slashed wildly, and an ax was hidden behind him, which he used as a fatal fang.

Upon seeing this, Olaf stomped his feet, retracted his casserole-sized fist, and struck a blow with the giant blade with the ax in his left hand. He turned around and tried to avoid the outside of the giant blade and bully Tryndamere.

"Wow——"

The ax in Tryndamere's hand struck instantly, and the ax blade accurately struck Olaf's dodging head.

"Oh——"

Olaf lowered his waist and flexibly flipped backwards with both hands to escape Tryndamere's attack range.

Tryndamere's physical strength is not as good as Olaf's, so he can only stick to his position at this time and save his energy. Even his mouth is tightly closed, like a silent black stone, constantly bearing the blows of Olaf with his sword and axe.

lap.

This made him passive, but at the same time activated his hunter's instinct.

He took a deep breath and then entered a state of high concentration.

The hunt begins.

Who is the hunter and who is the prey?
To be continued...