talent predator

The exhausted Olaf did not answer Ezreal, he looked at him with burning eyes, and calmly said: "I lost, you do it."

"What hand are you moving?"

"The winner and the loser, the loser is not qualified to live, kill me."

"Kill you?" Ezreal frowned, "I didn't say I wanted to kill you."

"What?" Olaf stared at Ezreal fiercely, "How dare you not kill me?"

Ezreal was happy when he heard it.It was the first time he had seen such a strange person.A normal person would either beg for mercy or find a way to escape in such a situation. How can there be someone who wants to die like him?

"Do you really want to die?"

Olaf nodded: "I have longed for the honor of dying on the battlefield for a long time!"

Ezreal rolled his eyes: "I just don't like to obey other people's wishes. If you want to die, I will not let you die. If you don't want to die, I will just want you to die." [

Olaf's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Then I don't want to die, I want to live, don't kill me."

Ezreal smiled: "Okay, since that's the case, then I will let you live and escort you back to Ashe's big tent."

Olaf's beard trembled angrily: "Stinky boy, you have guts! See if I don't chop you in half!"

For Olaf, there is nothing more humiliating than being a prisoner.Furious, Olaf raised his twin axes again and struck at Ezreal's head.But he was kicked to the ground by Ezreal.

"Ouch……"

Olaf screamed and collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.There is no trace of resistance.

Olaf's ultimate talent - Ragnarok can be immune to any damage and any control skills for a certain period of time, making Olaf an unbeatable Xiaoqiang.Once the effect of Ragnarok wears off, Olaf will fall into a state of abnormal fatigue.At this moment, Olaf didn't even have the strength to lift the axe.

"Asshole, I want to..."

Even after losing his fighting power, Olaf's mouth still didn't stop.But Ezreal didn't give him another chance to abuse him. Ezreal shot him unconscious with three arrows, hugged his body and teleported to the arrow array on the valley, and handed Olaf to Uncle Harry.

"Uncle Harry, this guy has already been knocked out by me. You should tie him up tightly and escort him to His Royal Highness Ashe's big tent after the battle. I'll go down and help them first."

During the battle between Ezreal and Olaf, the armies of the Winter's Claw had already entered the entrance of the valley.Olaf had charged into the valley alone, creating time for the Winter's Claw warriors to follow.Fortunately, the entrance is narrow, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the numerical advantage of Winter's Claw does not pose much threat to the Ice Archers.

Harry looked at the unconscious Olaf at his feet, startled.He saw Olaf's unstoppable aura just now, and this terrifying guy broke Avarosa's defensive formation unscathed, and even took a magical crystal arrow from Princess Ashe.Unexpectedly, this seemingly invincible enemy was easily dealt with by Ezreal who had been rescued by himself.While Harry greatly changed his opinion of Ezreal, he was also secretly glad that he had brought Ezreal back to the Avarosa tribe...

"How's the situation?" Ezreal appeared beside Ashe without warning.

"Did you take care of that berserker?" Ashe glanced at him in surprise, thinking that Ezreal could at most hold back that invulnerable guy, but unexpectedly Ezreal came back unscathed in just 10 minutes .

Ezreal replied: "Well, he has been knocked out by me, and now Uncle Harry is taking care of him."[

Ashe was even more surprised when she heard the words, even her strongest magic crystal arrow couldn't do anything to him, how did Ezreal defeat him?

There were so many questions in her heart, but Ashe knew that now was not the time to satisfy her curiosity. She looked at the Winter Claw army at the entrance of the valley with a serious face: "Currently, the Winter Claw has captured one-third of the defile. Well, if there are no accidents, it should be able to hold. But..."

Ashe glanced at the archers on the valley with some concern: "Our tribe's reserves of iron arrows are not many, and we don't know if the remaining quantity is enough to resist Sejuani's attack. If the iron arrows are used up, That would be bad..."

Ashe hadn't finished speaking, but saw a huge meteor hammer falling from the sky, falling straight towards the unreasonable shooters.

"It's Sejuani's extremely cold prison, disperse!"

Ashe recognized that the meteor hammer was Sejuani's weapon, and she quickly ordered the shooters to retreat.But the meteor hammer was coming very fast, and the terrain of the defile was crowded, so it was too late to disperse.

I saw the meteor hammer spinning and falling into the crowd, several ice thorns gushed out of the meteor hammer in an instant, and those shooters who couldn't dodge were immediately pierced by sharp ice thorns.In an instant, fifty or sixty shooters were killed by this blow.

Sejuani in the crowd pointed to the ice shooters on the opposite side: "Rush in! As long as you enter this narrow passage, Avarosa will be destroyed."

"Kill!"

Sejuani's blow directly strangled more than 50 shooters in Avarosa, and the pressure on the warriors of Winter's Claw was greatly reduced. In the blink of an eye, the vanguard squeezed into half of the pass. The archers had retreated to the end of the defile.

"Hold it for me! Absolutely don't let them rush in." Ashe gritted her teeth, her snow-white jade hands were already flushed.Let the Winter's Claw rush in, and Avarosa will be doomed.Ash can't afford to lose!

Sometimes, the war competition is not about the number of soldiers on both sides, nor the logistical resources, but about the momentum.The warriors of Winter's Claw kept throwing their weapons at the ice archers, releasing a large number of ice spikes to kill and injure the archers in the pass.

After a round of throwing attacks, there were less than 200 shooters left in the narrow passage!Although throwing the weapon will cause the warriors of Winter's Claw to drop significantly in combat effectiveness, as long as they can break through this natural danger, all the costs are worth it.

Two hundred archers have been unable to withstand the charge of the Winter's Claw, and the defiles of the Avarosa tribe can no longer be defended!

Ashe's red lips have been bitten, and she tightly holds the ice crystal bow in her hand, condensing ice arrows and shooting them at the enemy.Each of her arrows can freeze a Winter's Claw champion, but it's just a frightening struggle.

The general situation is over, and the Winter's Claw has completely broken through their defenses this time.

"Ezreal!" Ashe bowed his head and shot an arrow, and said to Ezreal without looking back: "You are not from my Avarosa tribe, this war has nothing to do with you, hurry up and take your Friends leave. I don't want to burden you."

Ezreal was taken aback when he heard the words, and turned his head to see that Ashe's beautiful profile face was full of unyielding determination, his pure pupils were full of disgust for war, and the bitten red lips were dripping with tears. The blood renders the color of the lips more coquettish.

Ezreal was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. He shook his head: "No, I, Ezreal, am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. People in the Avarosa tribe are very friendly to me. How can I just watch you die?"

Ashe opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but saw Ezreal take a step forward, spread her right palm, and suddenly raised it to the sky.

"One Library of Gu Mo Ji Yada..."

Ezreal closed his eyes, and while silently reciting the Requiem spell, a three-dimensional holographic stereogram appeared in his mind, and the souls of all creatures within a few kilometers were marked in Ezreal's mind.

Ezreal marked the souls of the [-] or so remaining warriors of Winter's Claw with the Mark of Death. After seven seconds of singing, Ezreal suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, a light red mark appeared on the heads of all the warriors of Winter's Claw, including Sejuani. The other end of this red mark was connected to the sky, and [-] red marks suddenly descended on Freire. What a spectacular sight on the pure snowfield of Zhuo De.Everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Ezreal counted down silently, and when he said "one", Ezreal clenched his raised hand into a fist.

"boom!"

The next moment!Fourteen hundred red thunders crashed down like heaven's punishment, shaking the entire Freljord!