Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Most of his face was hidden behind a leather mask, sewn into the shape of a roaring bear, with layers of braided fabric at the tip of his nose.

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As the man approached, Steelmane began to growl from deep within its throat, so Sejuani reached out and stroked its rough, stiff mane to soothe it.

“Don’t be disrespectful to the shaman, Urkas. If it weren’t for the shaman’s warning, we would have been wiped out in our first battle with the bearmen,” Sejuani said. “Udyr is just a shaman, not a prophet.”

Urkas sighed, gestured towards the mountain, and said, "Let's hide in the ravine ahead."

"No, the terrain of the mountain stream makes us vulnerable to ambushes; we must get through as soon as possible."

“That makes sense,” Urkas said again. “Why bother looking for that cauldron whose authenticity is unknown? We can actually get the bear-men to join our war instead of fighting them. Once we defeat the Avarosa, we’ll have an endless supply of food and equipment.”

The mere thought of Volibear and the bear-men was enough to make Sejuani feel the warm, metallic taste of blood in her mouth and the tingling sensation of lightning coursing through her veins.

Countless scenes flashed before her eyes, intense, bright, and painfully real.

Memories that didn't belong to her, feelings she had never experienced, all intertwined together, as if it had just happened.

Sharp teeth and claws tore flesh from bone...

A slender skeleton, with cold blue flames burning in its empty eye sockets...

A contract, a prosperous city reduced to rubble and ashes of charred wood.

The bodies of the slaughtered people were hung on withered branches and broken trees that nourished death.

"War Mother?" Urkas's voice, tinged with doubt, rang in Sejuani's ears.

She saw another possibility, and Sejuani wanted to answer, but couldn't open her mouth.

It seemed as if there was another, more ancient, primal self deep within her soul, looking around through her eyes.

She was once naked, living among wild beasts, her hands and feet covered in blood, her body shrouded in mud.

"No!" Udyr's roar pulled Sejuani back to her senses. "Just summoning Volibear requires a huge amount of military supplies, not to mention promising him sacrifices and initiations. The bear spirits will silently assimilate our warriors. Even if we defeat the Avarosans with the help of the bear spirits, it will be the same as losing. I am a shaman, I know this better than you do!"

“What Udyr said is exactly what I was thinking,” Sejuani said, taking a deep breath.

"Olaf, what do you think?" Unwilling to give up, Urkas turned to look at the berserker Lokfa wielding two axes, wanting to challenge the authority of the Beast Spirit Walker.

"What do I think? Our end is coming! And I'm ready to face it!" Olaf roared excitedly, his eyes bloodshot, his fervent emotions clashing with the oppressive atmosphere of the others.

"You madman, I shouldn't have asked you." Urkas cursed through gritted teeth, but his voice was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

Although Olaf was determined to die, War Mother insisted on taking him with her.

In the Winter's Claw faction, Olaf is not only a powerful fighter, but in a sense, he is more like a special "mascot".

Because Olaf was prophesied to die of old age.

For a warrior who seeks glory in death, nothing is worse than growing old, becoming weak, and being forgotten.

In an attempt to prove the prophecy wrong, Olaf recklessly seeks death, challenging every legendary creature with claws and fangs, hoping the next battle will be his final stand.

However, fate always seemed to play tricks on him. Whenever Olaf charged toward his long-awaited death with a death-defying resolve, he would be saved by the raging blood and pulled back from the brink of death.

The more desperately he tried to prove the prophecy wrong, the more cruelly reality proved it right.

Urkas knew perfectly well why Sejuani insisted on bringing Olaf along.

Bringing him along added a special layer of protection to the team. As long as he was there, it meant someone had survived, and the team had a better chance of survival.

However, they now face Freljord's most fearsome enemy. It remains to be seen how much effect this elusive prophecy surrounding Olaf will actually have.

"Fearless Mother Serilda, protect us on our triumphant return."

Just as Urkas was silently praying, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the mountain stream ahead, making his heart skip a beat.

Udyr was right, a storm is coming...

Chapter 307 Fighting Against the Odds

The thunder behind her made Sejuani turn around abruptly as a reflex, only to see the figures of bear-men appearing one after another in the misty mountain stream.

Sejuani's eyes suddenly sharpened, and in an instant she was ready to face a fierce battle.

The bear-man standing upstream on the glacier was the first to attack. With a deep roar, a thick bolt of lightning shot out from its hand and struck the cliff to the right of the group.

The ice spikes that shot up from the ground could not withstand the immense force and shattered with a crash. Huge chunks of ice fell from the sky, heading straight for the middle of the group.

At the critical moment of life and death, Olaf's berserk blood was instantly activated, and his body was surrounded by a blood mist of rage. He was a fearless god of war.

Without flinching or dodging, he let out a defiant roar. He lowered his head, resolutely bracing his flesh and blood against the falling ice block.

With a muffled thud, the ice block, the size of a shipping container, slammed solidly onto Olaf's back, only to be shattered once again by his powerful body!

"Come on! You bear-man scum! Taste my Reverse Throw!" Before the ice shards even hit the ground, Olaf, without changing his expression or even losing his breath, had already thrown the axe he was holding in his right hand.

The Ice Axe spun rapidly in the air, creating a sharp gust of wind that swept past Sejuani as she pulled out her flail, and cleaved straight towards the bear-man lord a hundred meters away on the upper reaches of the glacier.

The bear-man lord suddenly stretched out its thick forepaws and swatted Olaf's axe away. Then it stretched its neck, raised its head, and let out a deafening roar at Olaf in response to his provocation.

The roar, like rolling thunder, echoed back and forth in the mountain stream. Impacted by this sound wave, the ice spikes that grew horizontally on the stone wall broke off one after another, like sharp blades, and plunged down, smashing craters into the ice surface.

The bear-man lord planted his feet firmly on the ground, and his aura suddenly surged.

It gathered lightning between its palms, the surging arcs of electricity rapidly conducting along its fur, leaping back and forth among the scorched branches growing from its back. Then, with its arms bound in shoulder armor, it raised high, releasing the lightning into the air, personally composing a symphony of destruction.

Olaf seemed to see a colossal tree made of lightning, growing wildly and unstoppably from the deep mountain ravine. It connected heaven and earth, its branches piercing into the low-hanging dark clouds, spreading rapidly along the sea of ​​clouds, and revealing the bear spirit's figure above the clouds in a moment of brilliance.

The bear spirit raised its claws high and roared to the sky, a silent stillness that swept everything away.

All the sounds and sensations in Olaf's mind began to fade and weaken, and even his roar was swallowed up by the silent giant waves.

At this moment, he could only feel Volibear's overwhelming and crushing consciousness.

"Take up your weapons and charge with me!!" The battle continued, and Sejuani raised her flail high, pointing the hammer handle at the warriors behind her, shouting at the top of her lungs.

However, the surroundings were shrouded in an eerie silence created by Xiong Ling. Everyone could only see her lips moving, but could not hear a sound.

The bear-man lord stood high above, his palms outstretched forward. From his palms, lightning bolts surged forth like wild horses. In the blink of an eye, they traversed over a hundred meters, blasting Sejuani into a trance.

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The lightning contained terrifying power; even the massive Steelmane was thrown backward, carrying Sejuani with him. The broken horn helmet she wore also fell off in the violent impact and rolled to the ground.

Lightning bolts struck one after another, like a dense rain of arrows. Sejuani, enduring excruciating pain, braced herself with her hands on the ground and struggled to her feet from the snow.

She looked up and watched as her warriors fell one by one under the ravages of the thunder.

One, two, three... The already small number of people became increasingly vulnerable and outnumbered under this fierce offensive.

Casualties continued to rise, worsening the situation. Sejuani's eyes, however, were frighteningly calm, as if covered in frost.

She gripped the North Wind Flail, named Winter's Wrath, and seized the leather-bound handle, swinging it halfway around. The deadly chill of Zhenbing traveled along the thick iron chain.

Blue, shimmering crystalline patterns began to appear beneath her skin, spreading along the blood vessels in her forearm towards the muscles of her shoulder and humerus.

She stood up again and walked slowly but firmly towards the bear-men rushing down from above like a torrent.

With each step the War Mother took, she exuded a resolute aura, as if declaring to the bear-men that she would never back down.

She discarded the helmet behind her; without its weight, the white hair on her side swayed wildly in the static electricity, like a dancing silver snake, making her appear exceptionally majestic.

Under the intimidating power of her aura, even the raging lightning seemed to be afraid, avoiding her and stirring up shards of ice at her feet.

Sejuani strode into the group of bearmen, and the North Wind Flail, like a cannonball, swept towards the bearmen's heads with a howling wind.

The hammerhead of the North Wind Flail is crafted from a single piece of pure ice, its texture hard and exuding a bone-chilling cold.

When Sejuani slammed the hammer into the bear-man's head with all her might, the chilling aura contained within spread at an alarming speed.

The once vibrant flesh, under the onslaught of extreme cold, became as fragile as ice. With the subsequent impact of the flail, it shattered into countless fragments.

Without the support of its head, the bear-man's body swayed a few times before collapsing with a thud, turning into a headless corpse.

After defeating the three bear-men in succession, Sejuani stretched her neck and let out a resentful roar towards the bear-man lord who controlled the lightning in the mountain stream.

The roar squeezed the air out of her lungs, bursting forth from the depths of her chest, filled with boundless rage, as if she wanted to return all the harm the bear-man had caused her!

Her roar drowned out the thunder and even broke through the silence created by the bear spirit. Steelmane, hearing its master's call, was jolted awake from the snow.

It shook its head, wobbled to its feet, and its paralyzed hooves initially staggered, but soon it ran more steadily and faster.

Its massive body, like a heavy tank, charged towards the ferocious bear-men with tremendous force. Wherever it went, the bear-men were sent flying.

Steelmane quickly caught up with Sejuani from the side and behind, and Sejuani, as if on cue, nimbly leaped onto Steelmane's saddle.

She gripped the braided reins made of mane tightly, lowered her body, and charged towards the enemy without hesitation, over the rolling thunder snakes on the ice.

Like a heavy hammer, it smashed into the enemy ranks!

"My axe is starving!" Olaf said through gritted teeth, his voice rising with rage. Blood spurted from his lips—he had bitten his cheek raw.

He followed closely behind his mother, Sejuani, and charged forward without hesitation. He charged left and right across the battlefield like a raging, humanoid beast.

The axe slammed into the bear-man's armpit. These bastards were even bigger than him, but Olaf's eyes were glazed over, his mind already immersed in the bloody mist of the berserk battle. He hacked the bear-man to the ground, one by one.

In the heat of battle, Olaf caught a glimpse of a bear-man with lightning-fast claws rapidly approaching from the side. Without a second thought, he swung his arm, thicker than a normal person's waist, and threw his axe at the bear-man.

Just as the axe was about to strike, a flash of cold light appeared. Someone had swung a longsword and deflected the axe.

Olaf recognized the sword, and regardless of whether the other person could hear him, he immediately turned around and roared, "Ulkas, what are you doing?!"

“You madman! Look carefully before you act! That’s not a bear-man, it’s our shaman!” Urkas said, gesturing as he tried to make Olaf understand the situation.

Olaf blinked his bloodshot eyes and then noticed the string of prayer beads hanging on the bear-man's body. It turned out that the bear-man was Udyr in disguise.

"Why did he have to become a bear-man of all people? Even if he gets accidentally injured, it's not my fault." Olaf muttered, picking up his axe and eagerly throwing himself into the battle.

Udyr had unspeakable suffering, and he certainly did not want to become like this.

The domineering bear spirit banished all beast spirits from his mind without a trace. He had no choice but to risk being assimilated and become a bear-man.

He had already used up all his willpower just to transform.

At this moment, he was like a shell that had lost the ability to feel pain; no external stimuli could cause him any pain whatsoever.

This numbness stirred a deep fear within him.

He feared that after the battle, even the pain wouldn't be able to awaken him from the bear-man's body. He was even more afraid that during the battle, he would completely become a puppet controlled by the bear spirit, losing his self-awareness and becoming a lost soul.

The situation was critical, and now was not the time to hesitate or back down. On the battlefield, there was no room for further hesitation or retreat.

With this in mind, Udir took a deep breath.

The bear-man's body made him no longer afraid of the bitter cold and thunderstorms. He rushed towards his "kin" without hesitation, lightning flowing between his claws.

Chapter 308 The Bearman Lord

Sejuani charged into the enemy ranks and threw her lasso at the onrushing bear-man.

The zipline was tied to a sphere of pure ice, which collided with each other, bursting out bursts of cold light.

The Winter's Claws are the most powerful tribe in the North, and Sejuani, as the tribe's War Mother, always leads from the front, no matter the circumstances.

To demonstrate her strength, she possesses a complete set of True Ice equipment, with even her helmet and armor inlaid with True Ice.

The Frost Lock struck the bear-man, unleashing a powerful burst of elemental energy. Countless sharp ice spikes sprouted and grew like mushrooms after rain, following the bear-man's trajectory from the impact.

Before the bear-man could even let out a roar, he and the two bear-men around him were turned into hedgehog-like ice sculptures.

Without pausing, Sejuani steered her steel mane like a heavy chariot, charging straight toward the frozen bear-man.

As she approached the ice sculpture, she swung the flail in her hand, drawing a whistling arc of death in the air.

With a crisp "bang," the ice sculpture instantly shattered into countless ice shards that scattered in all directions under the heavy impact.

Before the ice crystals rained down, Sejuani's fierce gaze had already locked onto the bear lord behind her, her eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

The bear-man lord stood firmly in the mountain stream like a demon god, exuding a chilling aura. Lightning crackled on its back, and its two giant paws arbitrarily manipulated the power of lightning.

Within its palm, electric arcs converged wildly once more, the leaping and flickering currents surging and roaring in its hand, constantly accumulating destructive power.

Olaf's eyes blazed with a frenzied fighting spirit, and without hesitation, he hurled the axe in his hand at the bear-man lord.

The axe spun rapidly in the air, creating a sharp gust of wind.

However, as the axe approached the bear-man lord, it was firmly held in place by the powerful magnetic force generated by the lightning. The axe, which had been hurtling through the air, instantly stopped and hovered between the bear-man lord's hands.

Under the continuous action of a strong current

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When used, the metal part of the axe rapidly heated up, its color changing from dark black to bright red, as if it were a piece of red iron being forged in a furnace.

Even more astonishingly, the pure ice embedded in the axe began to melt gradually under the intense heat, turning into glistening water droplets that rolled down.