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"Where are you going, my brother?"

Ornn was stopped by a figure as tall as him, and he didn't need to think to know who it was - Volibear.

He squeezed a low threat from his throat: "Get out of the way..."

Volibear, inextinguishable thunder, thunder roars. Follower of the ancient way, the physical incarnation of the wild. A smile appeared on his terrifying face, fangs sticking out of his mouth: "I just wanted to ask where you are going, after all, the last time you stepped out of your casting room like this was a long time ago."

"Before I smash your face with a hammer, you'd better get out of the way, Volibear." Ornn's nose exhaled two hot air currents, with his anger and impatience, changing the air in front of him Got hot.

"what!"

Volibear laughed wildly, which was exactly what he wanted. Enraging Ornn, fighting him - what's more heartwarming than that? He stretched out his claws and pointed to the sky, and the dark clouds began to cover the bright moon, and the sound of rolling thunder came from those dark clouds. A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the thick pillars of thunder that appeared on his back at an unknown time.

Without words, Ornn clenched the hammer in his hand. And Volibear landed on all fours and lunged at him. The ground trembled, and the lightning struck, forming a cloud-covered armor on Volibear's body while continuously emitting thunder and lightning.

"boom!"

Ornn does not dodge or evade, and the battle between their brothers has always been so wild. But Ornn was a little wiser than his brother, and in Volibear's howl, he swung the warhammer in his hand and smashed it hard on Volibear's head. The resulting aftermath cracked the surrounding ground and collapsed trees.

Can't drag him down.

Ornn knew this, and Volibear clearly knew what he was going for. He deliberately came to hold himself back so that the Void would break out completely. In that case, the entire Freljord and even Runeterra would be dragged into the frenzy of war. This is exactly what He wants to see, blood, death, the glory of warriors. All of this is the reason for Volibear's existence.

But Aoun rejects all this.

He knew the horrors of war, and how difficult it was for mortals to survive—so, for the first time in his life, Ornn had hit his brother ruthlessly.

Volibear suddenly found that he could not see through Ornn's moves.

It's not that he hasn't fought Ornn with the warhammer, but the goat that used to be stupid and taciturn before him now seems nimble and cunning. Volibear suffered more than once, was hit by the flaming warhammer,

leave scars on him.

"It seems that you have not made any progress at all!"

Volibear smiled contentedly, what could be more beautiful than fighting?

Ornn looked at him with calm eyes, and Volibear felt a little strange, but quickly forgot about it during the battle. Again he indulged in the screeching clatter of his claws and the hammer, enjoying the damage he had done to Ornn and the scars Ornn had left him.

"Thousands of scars! Why not have one more!"

From his wild howl, Ornn knew that his brother was beginning to enter that state again - caring about nothing but fighting. As if that was the only thing his poor little mind could hold.

For ancient gods like them, it's hard to decide who wins, Ornn knows that. The anxiety in his heart is increasing, and he can feel the dark breath coming from the Frostguard Fortress not far away, and together with the deaths of those mortals, he is angry at it, and what he finally shows is this taciturn god. For the first time in his life, he let out a roar.

Volibear was surprised and happy, he was almost in tears, could it be that his brother really appreciated the beauty of battle? But this feeling didn't last long, Aoun waved the warhammer in his hand, and suddenly gave him a hard blow. From bottom to top, a powerful swipe sent Volibear's head buzzing.

It wasn't over yet, Aoun then lowered his head and slammed him with the huge curved horns on top of his head, and the horns began to burn - literally burning, the flames that came from nowhere seemed to smother the air. The burning twisted up, and Volibear suddenly found that the thunder on his body was torn to shreds by the flames in an instant.

what happened? !

Before he could fully understand what was going on, Aoun lifted him up. Then he swung the warhammer again, and Volibear didn't even have a chance to land, and was hit into the sky again. Then, Aoun took out a horn from his arms.

He blows it.

A huge flaming red goat jumped out of it and appeared behind Volibear. Flames wrapped around it, and Ornn bowed his head again and charged towards Volibear, and the goat did the same.

As the ground shook, Volibear's body slowly dissipated—this was not death, he would return soon.

His laughter sounded in this messy land, with satisfaction and a deeper longing: "My brother - you played well, I'm starting to look forward to our next meeting."

Ornri ignored him and ran straight towards Frostguard Fortress.

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Kedal woke up from his sleep.

He felt an indescribable feeling run wild in his heart, and Kedal's hand unconsciously climbed on the axe beside him. This action woke Sejuani who was sleeping beside him. The girl didn't make a sound and grabbed her hand axe too tightly - she thought she had been attacked.

The somewhat amused Kedar shook his head and said softly, "It's okay, go to sleep."

The girl was still worried, she rubbed her eyes and got up, came to the front of the cave, looked around, and said, "Nothing, the trap you made has not been triggered."

"Yes, I know that...I may have had a nightmare," Kedal said thoughtfully, which surprised Sejuani.

"You also have nightmares?" She seemed a little unbelievable.

Kedal said calmly, "Yes, Sejuani. Everyone dreams, some good and some bad. Even me."

"But, I'm curious, what could give you nightmares? Do you even have something to fear?"

Oh little girl. There are so many things I am afraid of.

Kedal smiled silently and didn't speak. He picked up the axe and went outside the cave. He didn't plan to sleep tonight. Sejuani followed behind him, but was pushed back sternly by Kedal: "Go back to sleep, Sejuani."

"But you didn't sleep!"

"It's not the same, you're growing. If you don't want to be like that dwarf Maclar, you'd better go back to bed now. You don't want to be laughed at and say that the Warmother of Winter's Claw is a dwarf? "

Sejuani shrank her neck in fright and ran back to the cave, not forgetting to tell him loudly, "I'm asleep!"

"..."

Kedar sat down at the entrance of the cave, rubbing the handle of the axe, feeling the weight. A true warrior never hesitates - that's what his father said, but Kedar knew he was probably not qualified to be a warrior.

He hesitates often.

Memories of the past reappeared in front of his eyes, and all kinds of events drifted by like passing clouds, and finally settled on the faces of his brother and father when they died. Kedal didn't understand, if they really didn't treat themselves as traitors as Sejuani said, why did they come after them?

And Skhir said, the tribe killed three prophets in order to find their trail... Am I so hard to find? Even need three of those mysterious but useless prophets to die?

Kedal didn't know what happened to the tribe, but he had to take Sejuani back. The number of Iceborn is getting rare, and in many cases, a grown Iceborn represents the future of the tribe. And Winter's Claw was also attacked by the Frost Guards. It can be said that if there is no guarantee of Sejuani's future, their decline is doomed after Xijian is completely old.

Kedal couldn't just sit back and watch this happen, he had already betrayed his clan once because of his oath - even though he didn't actually commit an act of betrayal, abandoning his clan would be tantamount to betrayal. He didn't want to do it a second time, and he didn't want to watch Winter's Claw fall apart.

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Holding the sword, Bahar knew that this was probably the last battle in his life.

But he doesn't care.

Ever since he joined the Frost Guard and left his tribe behind, he has treated every battle as his last, and this attitude of dying has allowed him to survive and win again and again. To the reputation of the dead.

But Bahar still doesn't care - he doesn't care about many things, such as death, honor, food and wine...etc. If he has to say, he only cares about one thing.

own oath.

He was chosen at the Gathering of the Guardians, and came to Frostguard Citadel in person to be part of the suppression of the darkness. It is a great honor to be selected for this most sacred duty, and when the trumpet sounds in the deep valley, many will be selected. Their names would eventually become one of the countless dead on the mottled walls of the assembly house.

Bahar had stared at those names countless times before coming to Frostguard Citadel. A triangular crimson rune will be added to the back of the name, which is the mark of death. The selected people are all dead, and no one is spared.

But they died well.

Just like me.

"Drink!" With a roar, Bahar clenched the two-handed great sword in his hand, and with a jump, the blade slashed the ugly thing with two heads in front of him with the force of thunder, the viscous liquid splashed him. Bahar didn't care.

The ice protects me - let me kill a few more.

He prayed so, and continued to swing the blade. Called the Claw of Doom, this great ice greatsword is the relic of a hero in ancient times. He once killed more than 300 people with this sword in a battle, and is a veritable killing machine. Bahar does not expect that he can do his feat, but only asks himself not to be ashamed of this sword.

He stepped forward and shot a sharp tentacle from the darkness. Bahar's pupils shrank, and he suddenly retracted his giant sword and blocked. The tentacles actually collided with the blades and made a sound of gold and iron colliding. Bahar smiled grimly and stretched out his hand. On his hand armor was the iron runes of the priests, which could temporarily strengthen his power.

Holding the tentacle and pulling it violently, the reinforced inhuman strength flew out of the darkness with the abominable alien, and it rolled on the ground in an embarrassing manner. Bahar stared sadly at what had been his brother, waving his blade.

He had already advanced hundreds of meters in the dark alone, and the caves were in all directions, and these things were very good at digging holes. And he can also hear the battle cry of others through those thin rock walls, which gives him a little comfort, at least not fighting alone - although it is not bad.

The rock wall shook, and Bahar stopped alertly, lowering his body, preparing to resist the impending attack. The disadvantage of using the two-handed greatsword is here. As a weapon that completely abandons defense, although the user of the two-handed greatsword can blow a whirlwind of death on the battlefield, they are equally vulnerable to the enemy's attack.

However, there was no attack.

The rock wall vibrated wildly, but there was no attack. Bahar looked above in bewilderment, and he decided to keep pushing. There is a black package hanging on his belt, which contains the seal rune. As long as this thing is sent below, it can temporarily block the Void's offensive.

Meanwhile, above Frostguard Citadel.

Lissandra saw a familiar figure crashing through the mountain. He jumped up and jumped in front of the Frost Witch, shrinking in size, but his strength remained undiminished. Lissandra blinked uncomfortably at the fiery breath, and she folded her hands gracefully on her belly and bowed to Aoun.

"No bow, witch. I'm here on oath--have you ever seen a wizard? Warmblooded, black robe."

Lissandra was a little surprised. She had not expected the support of the gods, but Ornn's arrival still made her a little overjoyed. But now it seems that the support of this god who is not far away is because of other people.

"I have seen him, great Ornn. He fought those monsters in the abyss below - it was my fault, he had killed them all, but I forgot what their remains were to mortals corruption."

Ornn did not comment on the witch's stupidity. He clenched the warhammer in his hand, which had also shrunk a lot, and asked, "What's going on here?"

"I have dispatched all the Frostguards remaining in the Frostguard Fortress. They will go down with the seal rune. As long as one of them can reach the deepest part, the corruption of the void can be completely stopped." Lissandra was speaking. In the interval, her body was trembling slightly, and Aoun gave her a puzzled look.

Lissandra felt something, she explained: "The corruption of the void still exists... I must stand here at all times to prevent them from reaching out to the outside world, even if the Frostguard Fortress is completely destroyed today, they must not be allowed to One escaped to the plains of the Freljord."

Aoun nodded. "Do your thing."

After he finished speaking, he jumped down and jumped down into the abyss.

As Lissandra watched the ancient god leap at the monsters, she suddenly remembered the days when she, along with Avarosa and Cerylda, led mortals in bloody battles in ancient times. Ornn was by their side then.

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The process of dimensional travel is not very good, especially after knowing the destination. Although He Shenyan had already made preparations, he was still smacking his lips in disgust by the sight of the void dimension.

All he could see were eggs that exuded purple light and were constantly stirring. Those layers of thick blood vessels are constantly beating, injecting nutrients into the eggs, but in the blink of an eye, several eggs have completed their mission, and abominable creatures of various shapes are born from them.

A kind of human instinctive hatred for aliens stirred in He Shenyan's heart, and this was far from the whole picture of this place. The void has invaded in Runeterra and even other worlds. Just this moment, he saw many different creatures being crushed into powder by those thick blood vessels, and then melted into a mixed substance with a viscous liquid, which was used as eggs. nutrient.

Until a roar came.

He looked up and saw a warrior in huge blue-gold armor, captured by tentacles, wielding a spinning blade that looked like a chainsaw and a long sword. But considering his size, this sword may have terrifying lethality to any creature.

The Master's preliminary estimate is that he should be about 2.5 meters tall. In a roar, the warrior chopped off his tentacles and fell down.

He Shenyan moved his fingers slightly, and the soldier flew up. His armor is exquisite, with a huge skeleton on his chest and two wings open at both ends. There is a U letter on the huge shoulder armor, and there are many scriptures on the golden trim. His helmet was deliberately made serious and gloomy, and at this moment, the two were looking at each other.

"Do you understand me?" He Shenyan asked.

The soldier turned his head slightly, and his processed mechanical sound came from inside the helmet: "Are you human? What language is this... Why can I understand you?"

"Ah, don't be surprised. It's just a little speech-translation spell. Then again... you're human, aren't you?"

"Psionicist?!" The soldier's reaction was bigger than he thought, and He Shenyan shook his head: "No, I am not the psionicist you said... In addition, we can leave it for later if we have something to say. ."

"They're coming."

The warrior raised his head, and a thick tentacle attacked them, but it was burned to ashes by the flames that appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

"Psyker." The warrior nodded.

"I'm a mage... Then again, the scriptures on your armor have some meaning." He Shenyan reached out and touched the ancient scrolls hanging on his shoulder armor. There are so many prayers written in the language.

"Your life is the emperor's currency...Use it wisely." He Shenyan read it out, and when he raised his head again, the warrior seemed a little relaxed.

He took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face: "Very good, since you can touch and read his sacred words... It seems that you are not a heretic."