"Boom-" The blue thunderball pierced the air for the fourteenth time and roared towards Olaf.

But to everyone's surprise, this time the thunderball did not pour any firepower on Olaf's body at all, it swept over Olaf's head and continued to sprint forward.

Olaf also seemed to know that the target of the thunderball was no longer himself this time, or he was completely unafraid of the power of the thunderball, he didn't make any defensive posture, he just hung his hands and took the next step firmly and calmly, his eyes just stared at Galen who was coming from him, without the slightest distraction.

Everyone couldn't help but look in the direction of the thunderball, wanting to see who it was targeting this time, and what was the result?

Everyone's eyes widened and their ears pricked up in anticipation of the dull sound of destruction and the blinding blue brilliance that reigned over all.

But this time, everyone is doomed to disappointment.

The blast of Mercury energy from the blue one, which had previously performed countless bombardments of runic magic, crashed into the silent fortress of Noxus, and nothing happened.

There were no strong flashes, no snow and mist, no dust, and the hapless Noxians splattered their flesh and blood and wailed in the ruins.

The thunderball hit the surface of the somewhat blue city wall, and then slowly sank into the fortress, like a grain of sand falling into the boundless sea, and the face was completely engulfed before it could stir up a ripple.

Everyone was a little disappointed, even though they didn't have much hope in the first place, they were still disappointed, so they turned their eyes back to the two men who were slowly walking into the gladiatorial arena, and no longer paid attention to the high-tech rune magic weapon, even if the Mercury cannon was boiling blue again.

Jace was also disappointed, very disappointed, he originally thought that even if the Noxians' defense was stronger, that fortress was temporarily reinforced with a lot of rune magic, but his high-tech Hex high-energy cannon could at least blast some scars, but nothing, he felt ashamed, so he completely ignored the Mercury cannon in his hand and needed to cool down for a few minutes before firing and pulled the trigger in advance.

Mercury's cannon roared again.

But this time no one cared about the outcome anymore, including Galen.

Originally, he thought that this was a breakthrough point, and that the Piltover scientist named Jace was still somewhat useful, and he could break this line of defense earlier from the outside, but now it seemed that the cold and wild sword that could be wielded in his hand was more reliable.

Thinking of this, Galen couldn't help but take a deep breath, originally he didn't need to fight hard with the barbarian in front of him, he could completely use the crowd tactics to consume him, but to his surprise, this barbarian was unexpectedly strong, and the strong had shaken the already unstable military heart, if he didn't come forward again, I was afraid that his side would be defeated by the other party alone.

This was a headache for Galen, who was not too sure he could defeat the barbarian who was walking towards him, with an irrepressible smile on his face.

After all, the berserkers of Lockfa are a terrifying race that once claimed to be able to slaughter gods with one hand......

But fortunately, there is no need to defeat him, as long as he drags on for time, and once Ezreal succeeds, he will not have much of a problem if he takes the lead in the charge.

As he thought about it, the Thunderball was once again devoured by the fortress, leaving no trace.

And Olaf has reached the mouth of the canyon.

Seeing the insolent and excessive Northland faces appear less than ten yards away from him, some of the Snow Mountain Alliance people who had survived the axe just now and had just gotten up had their bones swelling up, and they had already tightened their grip on their rudimentary but fierce weapons and began to move closer to Olaf.

Galen frowned and slowly stretched out a hand.

Sejuani, who was on the high ground, couldn't help but snort coldly when she saw Galen's statement, but finally issued a restraining military order.

When the Snow Mountain Alliance, who had already approached Olaf less than five yards around, heard the military order, they could only wave the weapons in their hands at Olaf with a fierce face, curse a few words in a low voice, you damn traitor or something, and retreated unwillingly.

Olaf didn't react to such verbal attacks, he smiled, and made a rude gesture toward them as he walked on.

At this time, most of the soldiers had already recovered from the terrifying psychological shock just now, and the boss on their side took the initiative to face the battle, which gave them great confidence, so many guys who had just been scared and almost peed their pants were a little bit pretentious and surrounded Olaf.

Soon, Olaf's path was largely impassable, except for a narrow path that barely allowed him to pass, surrounded by a forest of swords.

Everyone looked at Olaf with the eyes of a ferocious, fanatical carnivore eager to see blood, and some even dared to use their swords to secretly leave some trace on the enemy who dared to walk alone in the midst of the hosts, but when his knife slashed at Olaf's back, and he was so shocked that he almost groaned in pain, the others finally relented a little.

For such an obviously somewhat scoundrel, completely disrespectful opponent, not at all heroic, not at all Demacian way, Galen did not make any obstacles, he actually somewhat agreed with the approach of these damn scoundrel soldiers, which delayed him a lot of time.

When he finally walked slowly in front of the pair of clashing weapons, Olaf stubbornly squeezed out of the jungle of swords and thorns.

"Welcome, Mr. Olaf." Galen pulled out a perfectly perfect smile and opened his arms towards Olaf, as if he really wanted to hug him first.

At this time, the barbarian warrior whistled cooperatively, and the whistle drowned out the wind, echoing throughout the canyon, making the entire battlefield seem to have turned into an underground fighting arena at once.

Olaf didn't feel any discomfort, he even seemed to enjoy the feeling of a deathfighter fighting on the road, and he opened his arms, as if he really wanted to rush up to give Galen a bear hug and exchange feelings before the fight.

"Olaf, why did you betray me?" But Sejuani interrupted the good atmosphere at an inopportune time.

Olaf, who was already smiling, put away his outstretched arms and put away his own smile, he looked up at his angry face and exclaimed, "For the glory of immortality." ”

Then, he simply pulled up his axe from the ground, and without giving Galen any chance to talk, he pointed his blood-dried axe at Galen's face and said, "Now, let's have a fight, and if you win, I will invite you to drink and make a wine glass out of my head." ”

It's really the way the Northlanders go to war to the death.

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