The people of Winter Claw controlled the riding beast to retreat, freeing the ground for the two men on the gentle slope of the ridge.

One is the legendary Iceman who has long become famous, and the other is the Locke Fleet who regards the death of Glory as the end. There is no doubt that this is a controversy full of suspense.

For this reason, Zell also asked Roy for a cup of snow-top milk tea and filled with ice while watching. He drank it, and his head was so cold that he was so dazed. All he wanted was an immersive atmosphere.

"Finally there's some fun!" Olaf moved the muscles of his shoulders.

He had been trying to rush over and slaughter the mammoth for the past seven days, but Se Zhuoni had been restricting him from making impulsive moves.

He exchanged the axe between his calloused hands. Although they were all Zhenbing weapons, his axe seemed a little shabby compared to Bron's shield.

It was not cold enough, and was suppressed by his constant boiling blood, so he could not exert the effect of the Zhenbing weapon. But his victory was due to his sharpness, and he had developed an unspeakable tacit understanding with Olaf many times.

On the other side, Bron placed the two Poluo on the snow, letting them be together one big and one small.

The two little guys stared at him intently, as if they were worried about him. Bronn then showed a bright smile: "Don't worry, Bronn won't fall down easily!"

Then he walked forward to Olaf and raised his shield to prepare for the battle.

"Come on! Take my axe!"

Olaf's legs raised high and jumped to Bron's head like a spring, trying to cross the shield's interception and directly attack him.

Bron saw through his intentions and raised the shield to his head. The battle axe chopped on the shield and stirred up a burst of frost mist. The huge force made Bron flex his legs and almost kneel into the snow, but he immediately plucked up more powerful forces and pushed back, throwing Olaf behind him.

Olaf, who fell into the snow, almost slipped out of the cliff. He hooked the rugged rocks with the lower edge of his axe to stop the falling momentum, and climbed up with gritted teeth. He found that his arms were covered with unruly white frost, and his movements became much slower.

Shaking his head and throwing these things behind his head. At this moment, as long as there is an opponent, Olaf roared and launched a new attack. While he rushed forward, the battle axe roared and tear through the air and swung a fatal blow.

This blow, which was enough to break the mammoth ivory, landed on Bron's shield, but only made him slide back half a step, and the latter took advantage of the opportunity to blow a punch from the side, breaking Olaf's mouth.

"You can't break through Bronn's defense."

Killing someone is even more heartbroken. When Bronyi mocked him, Olaf's eyes turned red in an instant.

"Very good!" Blood foam flew out from his lips and teeth. Olaf laughed furiously, his eyes were dull, and his mind was already addicted to the blood mist of the belligerent war.

He held up his axe and roared at the front. Seeing this, Bronn shrank his body behind the shield, pressed his strong arms against the shield, and only exposed a bald head to observe the opponent's condition.

The axe fell like a storm. Olaf's red eyes were wide and his eyelids did not blink. Every time he slashed, he was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air. But no matter how hard he attacked, he could not break through Bron's heavy defense. The axe's heavy slash on the shield not only showed any signs of damage, but the frost aura that always aroused made his movements slower and slower.

"Are you fucking iron barrels?" Bron's dripping defense made Olaf feel uncomfortable, and the cold wrapped around his body, just as the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

He felt his anger fading away with the weakening of his power and was suppressed by the cold. But his ambition was unwilling to surrender. He shook his body and bit his cheeks. A scarlet mouth foam appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he could not feel any pain. He was immersed in the boiling blood, allowing his gradual upswing to break through the sanity of reason.

Olaf's body emitted a blood mist of war, fighting against each other with the frost that wrapped around his body. Losing his mind, he had become a fierce killing machine, roaring and waving his axe like a madman. As his anger continued to rise, the blood mist representing his unyielding will gradually overwhelmed the cold frost of ancient magic. The axe became fast and fierce. Bron behind the shield felt his arms sore and numb, and gradually lost his support.

Thunder rolled, and at some point Bron saw a blue cold flame ignited in Olaf's blood-red eyes. An older and primitive Olaf, naked with blood stains, covered in mud and accompanied by wild beasts, seemed to be looking at him coldly through those eyes.

The eyes of the sheep head on the shield lit up immediately, but the light emitted was not blue, but like a red soldering iron. Bron felt his heart connected with the earth, and the blood vessels were filled with hot magma, and the pulse of the earth injected infinite power into him.

Olaf jumped up hard, and as he swung his axes, a thick lightning instantly broke through the wind and snow, reflecting the rugged black shadows on the top of the mountain, like a bloody mouth with canine teeth, as if to tear open the earth.

The two axes slashed hard on the shield with lightning. When the dazzling spark burst, Olaf flew backwards and fell heavily to the rock behind.

The people in Winter Claws were stunned, not only because the battle between the two made the world change color, but also because they all heard a crisp sound of horn collision. It seemed that when Olaf's battle axe was descending with thunder, Bron gathered the power of the earth under his feet and hit it hard.

Too outrageous!

After watching the duel with a look of surprise, Zell realized that he had not drunk his drink in one sip. The water droplets flowing down the cup wet a large piece of the newspaper.

The physical fitness of the two people is not as good as that of humans. Even if he uses both the Anger and Steel Mixture, he cannot intervene in this level of battle, let alone he sees the shadow of a demigod behind them.

This is no longer a small fight between mortals, but a fateful showdown that is watched by God.

In Frelljod, fighting side by side with God is not a rare thing, but unfortunately this scene did not trigger the mission.

"Hahaha, come again!" Olaf quickly stood up and laughed wildly.

Sejonni noticed that he had escaped from that crazy state, and this discovery surprised her because she was usually the only one who could order Olaf to remove this state.

She looked at Bron, who was as stable as a rock. Although his chest was fluctuating violently, there was no doubt that his performance just now had proved himself.

"Enough, this is not a duel." Se Zhuoni shouted, "I already know the answer, and there is no need to decide the outcome."

"Oh, it's a shame." Olaf carried the axe behind him and spitted into the snow.

At this time, a snowball hit his face, which was exactly what Bron did.
Chapter completed!