Flailing his wings, Tobiin decided to dodge the Ice Warrior's charge against the dome and swooped down to slay the witch who controlled the Colossus.

Then he saw the Ice Warrior jumping on the spot, wielding his halberd like a cannonball.

Before the Blood Flame Sword in Tobin's hand touched the Colossus of War, the crescent blade slashed through his waist and abdomen from the bottom up, his body was cold, and the spell was immediately interrupted, and Tobin's vision began to turn upside down, and his brain fell into froze, unable to comprehend what was happening to him.

As he fell, he saw the lower half of his body shattered by frost, the tyrannical ice crystals were devouring his flesh, the frost was spreading to his feet, and the bloodline's recovery ability was a little pale in front of the frost.

When he finally realized that he was going to die, Toby tried to deflect his gaze to look at the Frostguard Witch, her eyes full of pleading, but the witch closed her eyes coldly.

Tobyin lost his last hope.

The enemy was beheaded, and the other three Ice Warriors took the initiative to retreat, leaving room for the Ice Warriors to be executed, and solemnly came to Tobiin's upper body, the Frost Halberd slashed head-on, and the blade cut a deep knife mark on the floor tiles, Tobiin's head rolled forward twice, and was trampled by the Ice Warrior who had completed the execution.

The blood qi on the bloodline's body was completely absorbed by the ice warrior as if it had met a nemesis, and the ice warrior who killed the bloodline exhaled lightly with satisfaction, like a soldier who had just served in the barracks for twenty years and walked into the kiln, and like a beggar who had been hungry for a week and ate the full banquet of the Manchu and Han people.

Feeling the satisfaction of their companions, the other three Ice Warriors turned to look at the Frostguard Witch with longing glances.

The witch raised her right hand, and the closed door opened again, and the Frostguard Witch glanced at the blood-devouring beast and said in a deep voice.

"Come back here after dawn, before the sun rises, the outpost is your hunting ground, go, and let these trespassers who desecrate the sanctuary understand what fear is and what death is."

Given a new order, the four Ice Samurai turned and left.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Draculas walked through the dimly lit corridor and opened the sixth door, encountering the Ice Warrior who had just finished the hunt.

The Ice Warrior, affected by the red rune, turned around hungrily, and the killing intent that had just been slightly satisfied boiled again, and the warrior directly charged at Draculas.

"This is the breath of Longman, he's dead? What kind of monster is this? How can it be so fierce? ”

Not daring to slack off, Draculas flew into the sky, burning the source blood.

【Bloody Sword】

In battle after battle, Draculas continued to explore the way to fight that really suited him, and under the reinforcement of the superior source blood, the Bloody Flame Holy Sword was now not confined to the form of the sword, and was closer to the long whip in Draculas's hands.

With a flick of his wrist, the blood-colored whip bypassed the halberd like a spirit snake and slashed at the Ice Warrior.

"Bang!"

The condescending long whip was whipped on the Ice Warrior's armor, and the enchanted ice armor on the Ice Warrior's chest had an imperceptible crack, and the Ice Warrior kept walking and jumped on the spot.

The terrified Draculas fled the way he came without looking back, and the cold wind pressure of the halberd came from behind him, narrowly dodging the attack of the Ice Warrior, and Draculas's cold hair stood on end.

"My blood whipping on his body has no effect, and these warriors are completely immune to the effects of boiling blood...... No wonder no one has come out for so long, I'm afraid that the others have been more than lucky, it's over, I didn't expect this kind of monster to be hidden here, it's all over. ”

The unreasonable Ice Warrior directly shattered Draculas's self-confidence along the way, and even if he could get out alive, with the character of the Blood King Brond Darkwell, he would have been skinned.

Before he had time to think about what he would face, two more halberd-wielding warriors as terrifying as golems appeared on the road, and Draculas burned the source blood in the blood pool at any cost, and the speed was three points faster, which was able to avoid the ice warrior's jumping slash.

After shaking off the Ice Warrior, Draculas finally arrived in the front hall, only to find that there were already three frost guard witches standing in the front hall, and the door to the outside world behind the witches was directly sealed in ice.

The heavy footsteps of the Ice Warrior followed, but the only entrance and exit was blocked by the three witches, Draculas desperately killed the Frostguard Witch, and the Frostguard Witches jointly cast a spell to freeze Draculas's body with frost, and in an instant Draculas's consciousness fell into darkness.

The Ice Warrior, who had arrived later, slowed down and stopped beside Draculas at the witch's signal.

"Do you want to kill them?"

After a moment of silence, the leading witch shook her head.

"It's more useful for us to keep him, and to apply the Ice Seal together."

The other witches followed the spell and locked Draculas in a coffin made of ice elementals.

"Lucinie, take two Ice Warriors as your escort, and you will give this intruder to Lord Roxani safe and sound, I think Mistress Roxani will like it."

The Frostguard Witch named Lucine nodded, and casually ordered two Ice Warriors, and when one of them took the Ice Chain that bound the ice coffin, the three of them took advantage of the darkness to leave the outpost where the gate was reopened.

……

On the eastern front of the Great Wall of Ice, the warmother of the Claws of Winter, Gorgya, has been wounded, and the wild boar of Guvask under her crotch is panting tiredly, the pig's nose is humming and breathing, and the pigskin that is invulnerable to the sword is dripping with blood, just like Koujiya who has become a bloody man on her back.

On this terrible night of blood rain, the Eastern Army led by Kuo Jiya has repelled more than a dozen waves of attacks from barbarian blood, but the Blood Plague Army seems to be determined to break through the gap in the mountains, and it has launched a charge again and again at any cost.

In the face of the wounded but not dead, can recover their own barbarian bloodline through blood sucking, the Freljord people are getting more and more tired, and the surviving bloodlines are getting stronger and stronger, more than 6,000 Freljord warriors have lost 2,000 people, and the smaller tribes have lost most of their combat effectiveness, and the short defense line of a few thousand meters is covered with fragmented corpses, and the strong smell of blood is enough to break the reason of the brave.

In the face of an endless array of enemies, the morale of the army plummeted, and if it weren't for the fact that Gorgiya and another warrior mother named Praitt were at the forefront, the defense line would have been breached by the barbarian blood.

"Gorgia! We just can't hold it anymore! If I continue to fight, there will be no more young people in my tribe! ”

"Run! Glenna didn't come to our aid! Why should we fight for them! ”

"The witches are all gone! What are we doing here? ”

Behind her, there was the mournful scream of the patriarch of the Hanshi tribe, and Gorgya didn't look back, and she didn't have time to respond, the woman just tensed her nerves and shook the ice chain that had been dyed scarlet, smashing the hideous enemy beside her.

One after another, after killing the bloodlines around him, Kuojiya took advantage of the panting effort to turn around, but in a few minutes, the warriors of the Hanshi tribe and several other tribes had already fled the battlefield, and the already precarious defense line directly collapsed for thousands of miles, and only the tribal warriors of the Claws of Winter were still holding their positions, and they already had the will to die in their eyes.

"Kill !!"

Seeing the Freljord's defensive line crumble, the deserters scattered, and the morale of the bloodborns who rushed to kill soared, looking at the devastated battlefield, Kogiya lowered her head and exhaled lightly.

She's done her best, maybe enough for others, but she's Gorgiya, the Mother of Winter's Claws, the first warrior of the tribe who never admits defeat and doesn't know what to give into.

For her, not enough.

Without the heritage and glory of the Avarosa clan, without the territory and magic of the Frostguard clan, how could the Claws of Winter rise from the end of the earth? How did the declining Claws of Winter grow into the Freljord clan, second only to the Frostguard clan and the Avarosa clan?

If you flee like the Cold Stone Tribe, will you have today's Winter Claws?

The reason why Winterclaw has become a tribe that everyone fears like a tiger is because Winterclaw has never been a coward who is afraid of death!

Beginning with Serilda, Winterclaw has not seen a deserter.

It is said that Noxus's fighting will should be the best in the world, which is ridiculous The people of the Southern Continent have never heard of the name of Winterclaw, and the courage of Winter's Claw is never lost to anyone in this life!

With his back to the bloodthirsty and crazy blood, Gougiya held the ice chain high, his eyes were cold, and the wild boar of Juvask under his crotch seemed to feel the decisive battle spirit of his master, and the wild boar raised its broken teeth, no longer wheezing, and no longer afraid of pain.

"There is the honor of death! Shame for life! Khogiya is here! Who wants to fight to the death with me!! ”

"Gögiya is here! Who will fight to the death with me! ”

The roar of Khorgia echoed through the mountains, and the barbarian blood, who could understand the German language of Freeldr, breathed sluggishly, and even though he had become another powerful being, the name of Khorgia still had this indescribable oppressive force.

"I will fight to the death with Kogiya!"

Before the warriors of the Winter Claws tribe, who were immersed in the heroic momentum of the War Mother, could respond, a male voice that was even rougher than that of Gorgya suddenly came from the eastern peak.

Hearing the familiar and unfamiliar voice, Khogiya turned her head in disbelief, and saw a gray-haired, red-shouldered man who was not very tall, but whose body was stronger than the boar of Güvasque, rushed all the way down the almost vertical and precipitous mountain, fearlessly and alone into the blood, and the enemies fell one after another in his pass, and it was not a combination of enemies in Udil.

The man bathed in the blood of the enemy was unarmed, wearing only a savage battle skirt on his body, but the pair of rough and hard fists emitted a faint blue light, faintly forming the claws of a beast, easily tearing apart the body of the bloodborn, which was terrifying.

Such a mighty and majestic domineering man, who is it that she is not the one who she has to pursue even if she does not hesitate to abandon her clan?

Udir was suspicious of his own tribe because of the power of the beast spirit, and the self-respecting and proud man left a body of glory and left alone with scars.

By the time she returned to her tribe, the best and strongest of the many blood alliances, Udir, had left alone on a snowy night, she had lost her beloved, Winterclaw had lost her most powerful weapon, Udir's departure had disrupted Gougiya's plans, and Sejuani had lost an excellent father and teacher.

Even if she killed the traitors of Winterclaw who slandered and slandered Udir, it would be to no avail, since Udir didn't tell anyone where he went, then no one in this world would know where Udir went, and the only thing she could think of was to give her clan to her daughter Sejuani and set out alone to find the man who changed her life.

Gorgiya had thought about the scene of meeting Udil many times, but she didn't expect that the man she couldn't find would appear by her side at the most critical time, as if she had been silently guarding herself in the wind and snow.

Staring at the man who bathed himself in blood, Kojiya's frozen eyes finally turned into waves, no longer as fierce and decisive as just now, but a little more longing and charm belonging to a little woman.

"Udir of Ge Laozi! The glory of Lockefa is preempted by you! It's amazing to run fast! ”

Kougiya's lips trembled as she was about to say something to Udil, and the man's roar came from the top of the hill again, as if he didn't take Udil in his eyes.

Kogiya frowned and turned her head, thinking about who was so presumptuous, but this time it was a muscular double-axe warrior wearing a horned helmet and thick brown and yellow hair.

The man's unruly style reminds him of a legendary figure on the Rockfa Coast Peninsula - the berserker Olaf, a fearless warrior of Freeljord who seeks to die a glorious death, and the story of Olaf is also quite legendary.

It is rumored that more than a decade ago, Olaf, who was invincible on the battlefield, boasted of his glory and exploits all day long, and swore that he would die on the battlefield of glory and be buried in the tomb of the warrior.

Olaf's boastful pride all day long eventually caused dissatisfaction and boredom among the tribesmen, and the elders of the clan let Olaf use the oldest divination method in the clan to foresee his future fate.

It is said that the laughter that surrounded Olaf at that time lasted for half a day, and half a day was not the limit of the barbarians, but the limit of Olaf's patience.

Murder is like hemp, crime is not punishable, the result pointed to by the hexagram is the most intolerable 'good man life peace' of the barbarians of the Lockfa Coast Peninsula, as the proudest barbarian of the Lockfa Peninsula, how can Olaf accept such a divination result,

On the night of the divination, Olaf left the village and went alone to challenge the ancient sea monsters in the caves of the peninsula.

The sea monster is called the Frost Serpent, no one knows how terrible the Frost Serpent is, and for the barbarians of the Rockfa Coast Peninsula, the Frost Serpent's intestines are the last path to the end of life.

No one was optimistic about Olaf's end, there was no news for a week, everyone thought that Olaf had returned to the netherworld, and in the most unlikely case, Olaf returned to the village,

Olaf didn't answer anyone's questions, but silently asked the village craftsman to re-polish his weapons and leave again,

Someone went to the Frost Serpent's lair to check, and what they saw was a terrible ancient beast that had died.

It wasn't until later, after leaving the peninsula on the coast of Locka, that Olaf went off the beaten track to challenge all kinds of ferocious beasts, and the legend spread. (End of chapter)