Mercury's cannon roared for the sixteenth time.

All the other noises had receded, without whistles, without clamoring one after another, the entire air was quiet, and the sound boom that was whistling out of the thunder ball, thundering all the way.

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

Galen looked at the axe that pointed at him steadily, put away his smile, and opened his arms. He silently raised his fearless sword that had penetrated deep into the snow, raised it up, aimed at the face of the wild and rough Northlander, and replied, "Let the horse come over and you will die very gloriously."

The duel begins instantly.

Without even waiting for Garen's last word to fall, Olaf jumped high with his two axes and rushed towards Garen.

It was so straightforward that there was no more nonsense.

The fierce and direct ones are like the northerners drinking strong wine.

Fortunately, Galen has always been prepared, so he was not caught off guard by Olaf's sudden attack. Of course, he had no time to scold Olaf for not following the rules and attacking him first. After all, there were no rules for such life-and-death struggles.

On the distant high ground, Ashe quietly opened his bow and pulled the strings at the moment when Olaf jumped, aiming the cold ice arrow at his forehead. As long as Garen was in a slight danger of life, she would shoot the bow without hesitation.

Miss Caitlin, the Piltwolf quartet, did the same thing, and the Hex rifle in her hand also aimed steadily at Olaf's eyebrows.

Wei, who has always believed in the supremacy of force, showed disdain for such behavior, but her unsmart brain did not control her to say some stupid things at this time.

Tedamir just held his big knife and didn't speak. He did not reject such behavior. Although he was a barbarian warrior who lived with glory, he knew that sometimes interests were much more important than glory.

Sejonni didn't care about them at all. She just kept moving back and forth between Olaf, who was leaping high in the air and the Noxus fortress, with complex light flashing in her eyes.

As for Jace, who had been completely forgotten, he had completely entered a state of rampage. Seeing his high-energy cannon submerged on the fortress again, he let out a roar almost hysterical, and his hands were wrong, and the Mercury cannon, which was close to the critical point, activated again.

"Boom--" Olaf's two axes slashed hard on Garen's fearless sword that was crossing his chest.

The fierce attack, with Olaf's own huge power, the heavy weight of the axe, and the huge impact of the fallen attack, completely exceeded Garen's estimate.

The powerful force directly passed through the sword body of the Fearless Sword and poured into Garen's body. He had no time to sink his body down, and his whole body could not help but fall backwards.

He took a breath and inserted his sword into the deep snow with his backhand, and poured all his strength into the earth.

But that force was too terrible. Even though Garen made such a quick change in an instant, his body was still knocked back by the snow for nearly three yards.

The force wandered through the snow, and the snow surface that had been around for nearly five yards was broken before it could barely stop.

The whole air was filled with snow mist, covering Garen's rather embarrassed figure at that moment.

Olaf succeeded with a blow, without any pause. He bowed and rushed into the thick snow mist with two big axes, as if he was not afraid of Garen's sudden counterattack in the snow mist.

The sound of metal and iron fighting suddenly rose again the next moment, and it kept ringing in everyone's ears like thunder. I don't know how many times the axe and the long sword had fought. The fierce and fierce fighting aura made the whole earth tremble.

The bombardment sounded for three breaths, and the snow mist finally dissipated.

The two men gasped and reappeared in everyone's sight. There was no wound on their bodies, no blood, only snow.

Their weapons were still fiercely fighting each other, and their two eyes were staring at each other, like two wild beasts that were dying.

"You are very good. I took my 894 axes, but I didn't leave any injuries." Olaf blew out two balls of heat from his nostrils, blew the snowflakes on his golden beard to the ground, and said with a smile, "You know, even the damn sea snake that year was chopped into meat paste by me when I was the 900th axe. You are really good." His tone was really appreciated, without any sarcasm, full of the tyranny of the northerners.

Strong means strong, weak means weak.

"You are not bad either. Among the opponents I have met in my life, no one can play like this with me except Dryus." Garen also laughed and said, "If I have the chance, I will definitely invite you to have a good drink."

"If you have a chance," Olaf pulled out a hideous smile, and the force on his hand increased three points, making Garen's fearless sword creak, "I like to use the head of a strong man as a wine glass the most-"

The last word fell, and his whole body suddenly leaned forward, and the veins surged on his arms, pressing Garen so hard that he had to take a step back.

It was at that moment that Olaf, who was as powerful as a mad tiger, jumped up again. His two axes were raised high to the sky by him. His arms were spread open, and his face was rough like the legendary God of North Sea to the sky, and his eyes were looking at the rare clear sky of Freljod.

He recited the last spell to the sky as if he was performing a certain ritual towards the sky, and he shouted: "Lockfast--"

The low roar rang throughout the canyon at that moment, and everyone felt a thunder sounding in their ears.

The sky where the sun was originally hanging suddenly dimmed at that moment, and countless purple thunders that looked like crazy snakes passed by the sky, and finally rushed towards the two axes raised towards the sky.

Lightning passed through the axe and spread to Olaf's body, wrapping his whole body in a dense current.

Olaf had no pain or sadness. He seemed to have been blessed by the gods. His whole body suddenly swelled, his skin appeared a silver-gray, and even his beard was almost tempered.

He bowed, bent his elbows, and put his axe away.

The next moment, Olaf stepped down with a huge pound.

Just like the God of Thunder comes to the world.

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Chapter completed!