"What to do? Is it really going to die here? ”

This is what Ash and the others are thinking together now, they are exhausted, after a series of battles. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info At this time, maybe only Ash can still fight.

She walked to the front and looked at Aatrox with a determined gaze, this was to tell the enemy that she could fight for her friends and lovers.

Behind him, Tydamir suddenly stepped forward and stood beside Ash, staring at Aatrox with an angry expression and speaking in a calm tone.

"It's you!"

Ash turned his head and looked at Tedamir in confusion, "You know him?" ”

Tedamir's eyes were fixed on the enemy, and he did not relax for a moment, for he knew the horror of the man in front of him. It is quite possible that in the blink of an eye, he will deliver a fatal blow to his own people.

But after hearing the question of his beloved woman, Tedamir explained to her in a low voice

"Many years ago, I was not the leader of a barbarian tribe, and I was seriously injured in a battle and was recuperating, but one night after that, my tribe was plundered by bandits, and from their fighting figures, I could vaguely identify the soldiers of Noxus, but I was mortally wounded, and I could only watch helplessly as the robbers slaughtered their people."

Ash looked at Tedamir in shock, he had never heard him talk about it, and then as he told it, the dusty past in Tedamir's heart gradually surfaced.

Aatrox on the other side did not attack, and he listened with great interest to Tedamir's narration, a story about him.

After that battle, the lucky Tedamir was spared death, the only survivor of the entire tribe, and as he looked at the devastated tribe, he vowed to take revenge on the mysterious warrior who commanded the attack.

Blessed with his unruliness and rage, Tydamir honed his will and body by cutting through the ice fields, and then wandered Freljord to fight the most brilliant warriors in order to master his understanding of combat.

The enraged Tedamir had only one thought in his mind, and that was to take revenge on the man who had destroyed his tribe and defeat anyone who stood in his way.

To this end, he struggled with all kinds of suffering, and at the cost of frostbite in the frozen plains of the northernmost part of Freljord, he experienced unimaginable suffering, and later became the leader of the tribe, and he led his people to war with other tribes for the rare resources of this land.

One night, however, the mysterious man came again, and he led a group of men to ambush the tribe of Tedamir, and his warriors managed to hold back the first wave of the attack, but Tedamir was still not ready to face the mysterious man.

He wielded that cruel, living sword, and used strange magic to make everyone in his army bloodthirsty. The tribes of Tedamir were ravaged in the ensuing battle.

Watching the warriors of his tribe fall one by one, Tedamir felt in fear that there was no hope of defeating this mysterious creature, but Tedamir did not choose to back down, and he decided to face the impending death.

The ensuing battle was overwhelming, and the mysterious man once again inflicted a heavy blow on the young barbarian, with wounds enough to be fatal.

In the final moments of his life, Tydamir saw death and destruction consume his homeland, and his life faltered. There was nothing left around him, only the screams of death.

He can't surrender to death, that's his only belief, he still has a lot to do, and he can't just end it like this!

The anger in Tedamir's heart burned brightly, blood boiled all over his body, and his anger filled his entire chest, and also eliminated his fear of death.

He staggered to his feet, his trembling hands barely holding the sword, his eyes staring at the dark shadow in front of him with hatred.

But to his infuriation, the shadow didn't even raise his sword, instead smiled at Tedamir and disappeared into the black night. It was also the last time the Mystic Man fought Tydamir.

When things settled, Tydamir left the tribe and wandered in Freljord for several years, searching for the mysterious man and vowing to make himself a cruel instrument of revenge.

He visited all the tribes of the desolation, defeating the strongest warriors of their tribe one by one, until in the end no one dared to challenge him anymore. At the same time, he also heard the name of the mysterious man, Aatrox. It was a very important clue that at least he knew who his opponent was.

After non-stop fighting, Tedamir has mastered the Barbarian's way of fighting, and can control his anger, turning it into a form of strength. This undoubtedly made his strength even more terrifying.

"Today, I finally ran into you again!" Tedamir said as he stared coldly at Aatrox

Aatrox shrugged off his anger and playfully replied, "Oh, so you're the cowardly boy?" But alas, I'm not in the mood to play with you today, I have more important things to do. ”

Then he hooked his finger at Ash, "Give me the ice bow in your hand." ”

Ash said with a cold face, "Don't think! ”

Aatrox: "So you're pushing me to do it?" ”

Tedamir and Sejuani scolded at the same time, "How dare you! ”

When Aatrox heard this, he suddenly covered his mouth and chuckled, "Yo yo yo, what's wrong?" Do you want to do both? ”

Ash and their hearts tightened at the same time, and they all stared at him vigilantly, in case he suddenly made a move, according to what Tedamir had just said, this opponent was absolutely terrifying.

On the other side, Mo Teng's arms were forced, and the sharp blade on his arm suddenly opened, ready to fight at any time.

On the other side, Lisandro also slowly stood up, although she was seriously injured at this time, but it was also a force to be reckoned with.

On the other hand, on his side, Bai Qi suddenly fainted just now, thinking that he was too weak. And Sejuani and Tydamir were also very reluctant, the two of them were too badly injured just now. The rest of the fighters had also fallen to the ground with serious injuries, and there was no one left to stand up.

Now, Ash is the only one who can fight them with all his might, but judging from the situation on the scene, they have no chance of winning!

Aatrox looked at them and chuckled

"I say it again, hand over Avarosa's relics and spare you from dying!"