Mercury's cannon roared for the sixteenth time.

All the other noises had receded, there were no whistles, no clamours, only the sound of the wind and the sonic boom that whistled out of the thunderballs.

Everyone held their breath and waited for this duel, which should be exciting, brilliant, brilliant and bloody, to begin.

Galen looked at the axe that pointed at him steadily, and also put away his smile, and with his open arms, he silently raised his dreadnought greatsword deep into the snow, and raised it again, aiming at the wild and rough face of the Northlander, and replied: "Let the horses come, you will die a glorious death." ”

The duel began instantly.

Olaf didn't even wait for Galen's last word to fall, he leaped high with his two axes and lunged at Galen.

It's so neat that there is no extra nonsense.

Fierce and direct, just as the Northlanders binge drinking spirits.

Fortunately, Galen has always been on guard, so he was not caught off guard by Olaf's outburst, and of course he didn't have time to scold Olaf for being unruly and attacking first, after all, there are no rules in such a life-and-death fight.

In the distance, on the high ground, Ash had silently drawn his bow the moment Olaf jumped, aiming the icy arrow at his brow, and she would not hesitate to fire Galen's bow if there was even the slightest danger to his life.

Miss Caitlin of the Piltover Four did the same, her Hex rifle aimed at Olaf's eyebrows as well.

For such behavior, Wei, who has always believed in the supremacy of force, showed great disdain, but her not very bright brain did not dominate her at this time to say some stupid things.

Tedamir just held his broadsword and didn't speak, he didn't reject such behavior, although he was a barbarian warrior who lived on glory, but he knew that sometimes profit was more important than glory.

Sejuani paid no attention to them, she just kept moving her gaze back and forth between Olaf leaping high in the air and the Noxian fortress, her eyes flashing with a complicated light.

As for Jace, who has been completely forgotten, he has completely entered a state of rage, watching his high-energy cannon drown on that fortress again, he let out a roar almost hysterically, and his hands were slammed together, and the mercury cannon that was close to the critical point was activated again.

"Boom—" Olaf's twin axes slashed at Galen's dreadnought's greatsword, which lay across his chest.

The ferocity of that blow, with the sheer force of Olaf himself, the weight of the axe, and the tremendous impact of the fallen blow, completely exceeded Galen's estimate.

That majestic force passed directly through the blade of the dreadnought greatsword, and all of them poured into Galen's body, and he only had time to sink his body down heavily, and the whole person had already involuntarily begun to fall backwards.

He took a sharp breath and plunged his sword into the deep snow with his backhand, pouring all his strength into the earth.

It's just that the force is too terrifying, even if Galen made such a quick change in an instant, his body was still forced to be repelled by the snow for nearly three yards.

The force traveled through the entire snowfield, cracking nearly five yards of snow around it before it could stop.

The entire air was filled with a mist of snow that obscured Galen's somewhat embarrassed figure for a moment.

Olaf struck a successful blow, without the slightest pause, and the whole person took a bow, and then rushed into the thick snow fog with two large axes, as if he was not at all afraid of Galen's sudden counterattack in the snow fog.

The sound of the clash of gold and iron suddenly recurred in the next moment, dense like thunder kept ringing in everyone's ears, that kind of dense sound, I don't know how many times the axe and the long sword had been struck, and the fierce and ferocious fighting aura shook the whole land trembling.

The sound of the bombardment resounded for three breaths, and the snow and fog finally cleared.

Two men gasped and reappeared in everyone's field of vision, their bodies unwounded, no blood, only snow.

Their weapons were still clashing together, their eyes staring at each other like two undying beasts.

"You're very good, you took my full eight hundred and ninety-four axes, and you didn't leave any injuries." Olaf spewed two hot gases from his nostrils, blowing the snowflakes that fell on his golden beard to the ground, and Da Lu smiled and said, "You must know that even that damn sea snake back then was chopped into meat by me when I was 900 axe, you are really good." His tone was really appreciative, without any hint of sarcasm, full of the pride of the Northlanders.

Strong is strong, weak is weak.

"You're not bad, I've met in my life, except for Darius, no one can fight me like this." Galen also laughed and said, "If I have the chance, I must treat you to a drink." ”

"There's a chance." Olaf pulled out a hideous smile, and the force in his hand increased by three points, making Galen's dreadnought greatsword creak, "I like to use the head of the strong to make a wine glass—"

The last word fell, and his whole body leaned forward suddenly, and the green tendons on his arms surged wildly, pressing Galen to the point of taking a step back.

It was at that moment that Olaf, who was like a mad tiger, jumped high again, his two axes were lifted high into the sky, his arms outstretched, his face as rough as that of the legendary god of the North Sea, facing the sky, and his eyes looking at the rare clear sky of Freljord.

As if he were performing some kind of ritual to the sky, he recited the last incantation to the sky, and he shouted, "Locke-"

At that moment, a low roar resounded throughout the mouth of the canyon, and everyone felt that there was a thunderclap in their ears.

The sky where the sun was originally high suddenly dimmed at that moment, and countless purple thunderbolts like mad snakes swept through the sky, and rushed towards the two axes that were held high into the sky.

Thunder and lightning pierced through the axe and permeated Olaf's body, enveloping his entire person in a dense electric current.

Olaf was not in pain, he was not sad, he was more like he had been blessed by the gods, his whole body swelled in an instant, his skin took on a silver-gray color, and even his beard was almost tempered.

He bowed, bent his elbows, and retracted his axe.

The next moment, Olaf descended.

It is as straight as the god of thunder coming to the world.

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