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"Where are you going, my brother?"

Ornn was stopped by a figure as tall as a mountain like himself. He knew who it was without thinking - Volibear.

He squeezed out a low threat from his throat: "Get out of the way..."

Volibear, the immortal thunder, the roar of thunder. The follower of the ancient path, the embodiment of wildness. A smile appeared on his terrifying face, and his fangs poked out from his mouth: "I just want to ask you what you want."

It’s just going somewhere, after all, it was a long time ago that you last stepped out of your foundry like this.”

"Before I smash your face with a hammer, you'd better get out of the way, Volibear." Ornn exhaled two streams of hot air from his nose, carrying his anger and impatience, turning the air in front of him into

It's getting hotter.

"ha!"

Volibear laughed wildly, this is exactly what he wanted. To anger Ornn and fight with him - what could be more refreshing than this? He stretched out his claws and pointed to the sky, dark clouds began to cover the bright moon, and thunder rolled

The sound came from those dark clouds. A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the thick thunder pillars that appeared on His back at an unknown time.

Without words, Ornn clenched the warhammer in his hand. Volibear got down on all fours and rushed towards him. The ground trembled and lightning struck down, forming a layer of dark clouds over Volibear's body while constantly moving toward him.

The armor exuded thunder and lightning, and he was covered in thunder and swung at Ornn with his sharp claws.

"boom!"

Ornn neither dodges nor evades. The battle between their brothers has always been so wild. But Ornn is more intelligent than his brothers. Amidst Volibear's howling, he waved the weapon in his hand.

The war hammer hit Volibear hard on the head. The aftermath caused the surrounding ground to crack and big trees to collapse.

We cannot drag Him down.

Ornn knew this, and Volibear obviously knew what he was going to do. He deliberately came to hold him back so that the void could completely explode. In that case, the entire Freljord and even Runeterra would be dragged into the frenzy of war.

Among them. This is exactly what he wants to see, blood, death, and the glory of the warriors. All of these are Volibear's reason for survival.

But Ornn rejects all this.

He knew the horror of war and how difficult it was for mortals to survive - so, for the first time in his life, Ornn dealt a cruel blow to his brother.

Volibear suddenly realized that he couldn't see through Ornn's moves.

It's not that he has never fought Ornn with a war hammer, but the previously stupid and taciturn goat in front of him now seemed agile and cunning. Volibear suffered more than once and was hit by the flaming war hammer.

, leaving scars on Him.

"It seems like you haven't made any progress at all!"

Volibear smiled with satisfaction, what could be more wonderful than fighting?

Ornn looked at him with calm eyes. Volibear felt a little strange, but quickly forgot about it during the battle. He was once again indulged in the sharp collision sound of his claws and war hammer, enjoying his own experience with Ornn.

The damage caused by En, and the scars left by Orn.

"Thousands of scars! What's the harm in having one more!"

From his feral roar, Aoun knew that his brother had begun to enter that state again - he didn't care about anything except fighting. It was as if his little poor mind could only hold this thing.

Similar.

For ancient gods like them, it is difficult to tell the winner. Orn knows this. He is getting more and more anxious, and he can feel the sound coming from the Frostguard Fortress not far away.

The dark aura, together with the deaths of those mortals, made him angry, and what finally showed was that this silent god roared for the first time in his life.

Volibear was surprised and happy. He was almost in tears. Could it be that his brother really appreciated the beauty of battle? But this feeling did not last long. Ornn waved the warhammer in his hand and suddenly gave him a blow.

Cruelly. From bottom to top, Volibear's head was struck with a powerful and heavy blow, causing it to buzz.

This was not over yet. Aoun then lowered his head and pushed hard towards him with the huge curved horns on his head. The horns began to burn - burning in the literal sense. The flames that came from nowhere seemed to burn the air.

Burning and distorting, Volibear suddenly found that the thunder on his body was torn to pieces by the flames in an instant.

what happened?!

Before he could fully understand what was happening, Ornn pushed him up into the air. Then he swung the war hammer again, and Volibear didn't even have a chance to land, and was knocked into the sky again. Then, Ornn took it out of his arms.

Sounded a horn.

He blew it.

A huge fiery red goat jumped out and appeared behind Volibear. Its body was wrapped in flames. Ornn lowered his head again and charged towards Volibear, and the goat also did the same action.

As the earth shook and the mountains shook, Volibear's body slowly dissipated - this was not death, he would return soon.

His laughter echoed across this messy land, filled with satisfaction and some kind of bottomless desire: "My brother - you played well. I'm starting to look forward to our next meeting."

Ao En ignored him and ran straight towards the Frost Guard Fortress.

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Kedar woke up from his sleep.

He felt waves of indescribable feelings running wildly in his heart, and Kedar's hand unconsciously climbed onto the ax beside him. This movement woke up Sejuani who was sleeping next to him. The girl did not make a sound, but also tightened her grip.

Her own hand ax - she thought she had been attacked.

Kedar, who was a little amused, shook his head and said softly: "It's okay, go to sleep."

The girl was still worried. She rubbed her eyes and climbed up. She came to the front of the cave, looked around and said, "There is nothing. The trap you made has not been triggered."

"Yes, I know this... I may have had a nightmare." Kedar said thoughtfully, which surprised Sejuani.

"You also have nightmares?" She seemed a little unbelievable.

Kedar said calmly: "Yes, Sejuani. Everyone has dreams, some good and some bad. Even me."

"But, I'm curious, is there anything that gives you nightmares? Are you even afraid of something?"

Oh, little girl. I'm afraid of so many things.

Kedar smiled silently and said nothing. He picked up the ax and came outside the cave. He did not plan to sleep tonight. Sejuani followed him step by step, but was pushed back severely by Kedar: "

Go back to sleep, Sejuani."

"But you didn't even sleep!"

"It's different, you're growing. If you don't want to be like that dwarf Macral and never have an axe, you'd better go back to sleep now. You don't want to be laughed at and say that the War Mother of Winter's Claw is a dwarf, right?

"

Sejuani shrank her neck in fright and quickly ran back into the cave, not forgetting to tell him loudly: "I fell asleep!"

"..."

Kedar sat down at the door of the cave. He rubbed the handle of the axe, feeling the weight. A true warrior never hesitates - this is what his father said, but Kedar knew that he might not be qualified as a warrior.

He often hesitates.

Memories of the past resurfaced in front of his eyes, and all kinds of things drifted by like a fleeting cloud, finally settling on the faces of his brother and father when they died. Kedar didn't understand, if they really didn't regard themselves as what Sejuani said.

If you treat him like a traitor, why do you want to hunt him down?

And Skhir said that the tribe died three prophets in order to find traces of themselves... Is it so difficult for me to find it? Do I even need three of those mysterious but useless prophets to die?

Ke'dar didn't know what happened to the tribe, but he had to take Sejuani back. The number of Iceborn was becoming increasingly scarce. In many cases, a grown Iceborn represented the future of the tribe. And the Winter's Claw was still suffering

When it comes to the attack by the Frost Guards, it can be said that without Sejuani as a guarantee of the future, their decline is doomed after Xi Jian completely ages.

Kedar couldn't just sit back and watch this happen. He had already betrayed his tribe once because of his oath. Although he didn't actually commit an act of betrayal, abandoning his tribe was tantamount to betrayal. He didn't want to do it again, and he didn't want to do it again.

I don't want to watch Winter's Claw fall apart.

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Holding the sword, Bahar knew that this might be his last battle in this life.

But he doesn't care.

Ever since he joined the Frost Guard and left the tribe behind, he has fought every battle as if it was the last one. This attitude of not caring about death allowed him to survive time and time again, and he also won

Go to the dead for a good reputation.

But Bahar still doesn't care - he doesn't care about many things, such as death, honor, food and wine...etc., if you insist on saying so, he only cares about one thing.

your own vows.

He was selected at the Guardian Assembly Hall and came to the Frostguard Fortress in person to become a part of suppressing the darkness. It was a great honor to be selected to participate in this most sacred duty. When the horn sounded in the deep valley, many people

will be chosen. Their names will eventually become one of the countless names of dead people on the mottled walls of the assembly hall.

Before coming to the Frostguard Fortress, Bahar had stared at those names countless times. A triangular crimson rune would be added to the back of the name, which was the mark of death. The selected people all died, and no one was spared.

.

But they died well.

Just like me.

"Drink——!" With a roar, Bahar clenched the two-handed giant sword in his hand, and with a jumping chop, the sword blade killed the ugly thing with two heads in front of him with the force of thunder, and the viscous liquid

It splashed all over him. Bahar didn't care.

The ice protects me - let me kill a few more.

He prayed like this and continued to swing the sword. This perfect ice sword was called the Claw of Doom. It was a relic of a hero in ancient times. He once killed more than 300 people with this sword in a battle.

A veritable killing machine. Bahar does not expect that he can achieve his feats, but only asks that he does not bring shame to this sword.

He walked forward vigorously and shot out a sharp tentacle from the darkness. Bahar's pupils shrank, he suddenly retracted the sword and blocked it. The tentacle actually collided with the sword blade, making a sound of gold and iron. Bahar smiled ferociously,

Stretching out his hand, his gauntlet bears the steel runes of the priests, which can temporarily strengthen his strength.

Holding the tentacle, he pulled it sharply, and the strengthened inhuman power flew out of the darkness with the abominable alien shape. It rolled on the ground in an awkward manner. Bahar looked at this former figure with sad eyes.

It was his brother's thing, wielding the blade.

He has advanced hundreds of meters alone in the darkness. There are caves in all directions. These things are very good at digging holes. And he can also hear the war cries of others through the thin rock walls, which gives him a little bit of hope.

Solace, at least I'm not alone - although that's not bad either.

The rock wall shook, and Bahar stopped in alarm. He lowered his body, preparing to resist the coming attack. This is the disadvantage of using a two-handed giant sword. As a weapon that completely abandons defense, the use of a two-handed giant sword

Although they can blow up a whirlwind of death on the battlefield, they are also extremely vulnerable when facing enemy attacks.

But, there was no attack.

The rock wall was vibrating crazily, but there was no attack. Bahar looked at the top in confusion, and decided to continue pushing forward. There was a black package hanging on his belt, which contained sealing runes. As long as this thing was sent below

, which can temporarily block the void's offensive.

At the same time, above the Frostguard Fortress.

Lissandra saw a familiar figure crashing through the mountain. He jumped up and jumped in front of the Frost Witch, shrinking in size, but his power remained undiminished. The hot breath that hit her face made Lissandra blink in discomfort.

After blinking, she folded her hands gracefully on her lower abdomen and bowed towards Aoun.

"No need to bow, witch. I am here as promised - have you ever seen a mage? Warm-blooded, black robe."

Lissandra was a little surprised. She had not originally expected support from the gods, but Ornn's arrival still made her a little overjoyed. But now it seems that the support of this god who never goes out of his way is because of other people.

"I have seen him, the great Ornn. He fought those monsters in the abyss below - it was my fault, he had killed them all, but I had forgotten their remains to mortals.

of corruption.”

Aoun did not make any comment on the witch's stupidity. He clenched the warhammer in his hand, which had also shrunk a lot, and asked: "What's going on below?"

"I have sent out all the remaining Frost Guards in the Frost Guard Fortress. They will go down below with the sealing runes. As long as one of them can reach the deepest place, the corruption of the void can be completely stopped." Lissandra was speaking.

During the interval, her body was trembling slightly, and Aoun glanced at her in confusion.

Lissandra felt something in her heart, and she explained: "The corruption of the void still exists... I must stand here at all times to prevent them from extending their tentacles to the outside world. Even if the Frostguard Fortress is completely destroyed today, they must not be allowed to

One escaped onto the plains of the Freljord."

Aoun nodded: "Do your thing."

After saying this, He jumped down into the abyss.

Lissandra watched the ancient god jump towards those monsters, and she suddenly remembered the days in ancient times when she, Avarosa and Serelda led the mortals to fight in bloody battles. At that time, Ornn was also among them.

Side of body.

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The process of traveling through dimensions is not a pleasant one, especially after knowing the destination. Although He Shenyan was already prepared, he still smacked his lips in disgust at the sight of the void dimension.

All he could see were eggs glowing with purple light, constantly beating. Those layers of thick blood vessels were constantly beating, injecting nutrients into the eggs. In just the blink of an eye, several eggs were completed.

Their mission is to give birth to abominable creatures of different shapes.

A kind of human instinct to hate aliens stirred in He Shenyan's heart, but this was far from the whole picture of this place. The void had invaded Runeterra and even other worlds. In this moment alone, he saw many

Different organisms were ground into powder by those thick blood vessels and then melted into a viscous liquid into a mixed substance, which was used as nutrition for the eggs.

Until a roar came.

He looked up and saw a warrior captured by tentacles wearing a huge blue-gold armor waving the rotating blade in his hand. The weapon looked like a combination of a chainsaw and a long sword. But considering his size,

This sword is probably terrifyingly lethal to any living creature.

The mage initially estimated that he should be about 2.5 meters tall. While roaring, the warrior cut off the tentacles and then fell downwards.

He Shenyan moved his fingers slightly, and the warrior flew up. His armor was very exquisite, with a huge skull on his chest and two wings spread out at both ends. The huge shoulder armor reflected a U-shaped letter with golden inlays.

There are a lot of scriptures on the side. His helmet is deliberately made into a serious and gloomy style. At this time, the two are looking at each other.

"Do you understand me?" He Shenyan asked.

The soldier turned his head slightly, and his processed mechanical voice came from inside the helmet: "Are you a human? What language is this...Why can I understand you?"

"Ah, don't be surprised. It's just a small language transformation spell. Speaking of which...you are also a human, right?"

"Psychic?!" The warrior's reaction was greater than he thought. He Shenyan shook his head: "No, I'm not the psyker you mentioned... Also, if we have anything to say, we can talk about it later.

."

"Here they come."

The warriors raised their heads, and a thick tentacle attacked them, but it was burned to ashes by flames that appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

"Psychic." The warrior nodded.

"I'm a mage... By the way, the scriptures on your armor are somewhat interesting." He Shenyan stretched out his hand and touched the ancient scrolls hanging on his shoulder armor, which were written in an ancient way.

There are so many prayers written in the language.

"Your life is the emperor's currency...use it wisely." He Shenyan read out, and when he raised his head again, the soldier seemed a little relaxed.

He took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face: "Very good, since you can touch and read his sacred words...it seems that you are not a heretic."