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It can be seen from the ridiculous horns and carapace...that it is Rhaast.

"Your doom has come, Rhaast!" Aatrox walked forward slowly, making the whole land shake with every footprint he left on the snow. "You merged with that despicable mortal! You betrayed the glory of the Ascended Ones! Today, you all die together—!"

Boom-!

Aatrox only took one step towards the ground, but his body rushed out like a cannonball.

In just a blink of an eye, he rushed to Raast.

He saw clearly... He would never admit his mistake.

The lowly "fellow race" in front of me is Raast.

He was holding that ridiculous sickle in his hand, panting like an old wheat harvester who had just returned from the fields.There are still some muscles, but they are already extremely weak.

Aatrox smiled contemptuously and waved the darkin sword on his shoulder.

Rhaast also swung the scythe vigorously, and the violent collision of the two weapons in the air almost ignited everything around him.

Then, Rayast was knocked hundreds of meters away.

Aatrox laughed loudly, then suddenly stopped.

The sudden stop of laughter meant that he had thought of something.

He rushed forward again and quickly lifted Laast up.

Yes...he found the problem...the thing that felt wrong...

"Where is that mortal? Where has he hidden?!!"

Aatrox was keenly aware that there was something wrong with Raast's aura.

In other words...it's not that something is wrong, but it's too right.

The satisfaction is pure.

Not mixed with any other scent.

Obviously, this meant that he did not share a body with that cunning mortal.

"Hehehe..." Laast smiled slyly, as if he was mocking the other person's ignorance.

And Aatrox quickly calmed down.

"It's this trick again... Do you want to use this little separation method to sneak attack me again?"

After a burst of disdainful laughter, Aatrox extended his sword-holding right arm generously.

It was covered with extremely hard Darkin carapace - not just one layer, but several or even a dozen layers, as thick as a large ring of swelling.

Maybe as a mortal, Chen Ce could luckily cut off one layer of Darkin's carapace, but if there were more than ten layers... let alone a mere mortal, there was no guarantee that even a full blow from Laast would be able to penetrate it.

"Come! I'll let you kill me!!"

Aatrox raised his right arm flatly, as if he was ready to be attacked by that despicable mortal who didn't know where he was hiding.

However...he waited for a long time but could not wait for Chen Ce to jump out and "throw himself into the trap".

Only Rayast's playful laughter continued.

"Despicable thing! What are you laughing at!!" Aatrox felt insulted and immediately threw the other person to the ground.

Rhaast took the opportunity to break free and jumped a hundred meters away with the terrifying brute force - even if the cost was to have a piece of his carapace torn off by Aatrox.

He looked at his former comrade and "commander" and said slowly in a sarcastic tone:

"You won't fall into the same pit twice, so how could we be stupid enough to dig two identical pits under your feet to deceive you...hehehehe..."

Upon hearing these words, Aatrox instantly realized that he had been fooled again.

"Cunning mortal! Damn Raast!!"

He roared and rushed towards the opponent, flapping his wings at a speed that to ordinary people was almost equivalent to teleportation.

In a furious state, every sword strike he made was a full blow.

Raast, who lost his perfect host and only used a pile of ordinary rotten flesh as his body, was unable to withstand such terrifying power. He was knocked hundreds of meters away in just one encounter.

It was like a cannonball hitting the hillside in the distance.

But his body made of rotten flesh is not as hard as lead.

"Ah... so strong..."

Rayast was vomiting blood, and even standing up seemed a little difficult.

But Aatrox didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, and "teleported" up again and grabbed his fragile neck.

"Tell me...where is that despicable mortal!!"

"You really can't bear your temper...Aatrox..." Laast did not struggle, nor did he try to sneak attack the opponent with his scythe at this time - he knew that it would not be able to cause even the slightest damage to Aatrox. A little bit of damage.

"I'll tell you...I never meant to hide anything from you..."

"Then tell me!!" Aatrox exerted a little force, and his terrifying grip instantly crushed several pieces of the hard Darkin carapace.

"I will say...but that doesn't mean...now...said..." Raast's voice sounded like he was about to die.

But only looks.

puff--!

The sickle blade flashed past, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

Blood splashed.

But Aatrox was not harmed in the slightest.

What the scythe cut off... was Raast's own neck.

He abandoned this fragile body and instead controlled the "headless corpse" to run to the other side.

Before Aatrox's sword swung again, he managed to touch Volibear's oversized chunks of flesh scattered on the ground.

Those minced meats...

The incarnation of Spirit Bear.The body of a demigod.

No matter how decayed it is, it is still hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand times better than the fragile body of a mortal.

The scarlet light of blood magic lit up, and Rhaast successfully used Volibear's flesh to reshape a more powerful body.

He raised the giant scythe high above his head and made a flower roll in his arms expertly.

This body is full of wild power!

"Come on, Aatrox! Didn't you say you wanted to fight me again? I'll satisfy you!"

"Kill me and I'll tell you where that annoying mortal has gone!"

"Or... let me kill you!!"

"Aatrox—!!"

"Is this really all right?"

The empty snowfield stretched as far as the eye could see, as if entering a vast white ocean, with only Lissandra's cold questions echoing in the wilderness.

four people.The steps are quick and light.

"It's okay, we have to trust La Ast." Chen Ce said in a relaxed tone, but after a pause, he added in an embarrassed tone:

"At least he's very durable and can't die."

"Are you sure?" Lissandra recalled Aatrox's terrifying destructive power, and still didn't think that strange scythe that could talk and find its own pieces of flesh to cast its body could survive - if he resisted again, he would be as good as The mountain-like Volibear resists?

"I'm sure... maybe I should tell you something in advance."

"what?"

"The darkspawn are unkillable - they can only be defeated and sealed, but never killed."

"Darkin? Is that scythe also a darkin?"

"Yes, Laast is also a dark descendant... I seem to have forgotten to tell you before." Chen Ce explained while speeding up his pace.

Lissandra was silent for a moment.

"Is this a Darkin family gathering... I hope you won't tell me that you are also a Darkin."

"Then you can rest assured." Chen Ce shrugged and tightened his grip on the large "shield" in his hand.

Yes, they "borrowed" Braum's shield and left the Freljord Alliance camp, leaving Rhaast alone to contain Aatrox.

Because they are nowhere near as fast as Aatrox.

And it takes a certain amount of time for them to find helpers.

They are looking for a powerful helper who can throw Aatrox into the abyss.

A top powerhouse who dug out the Howling Abyss with just a big spoon.

"If we fail, maybe I have to take some kind of coercive measures." Lissandra looked at Chen Ce again with her eyes that could not see anything - staring closely, if the eyes under her blindfold His eyes and eyes must look very evil.

"Don't always think about throwing me in as bait... We are teammates now." Chen Ce said helplessly, "If you say such hurtful words, it will affect the harmony between our teams."

The other two girls on the side wanted to echo a few words, but they had already tried their best to catch up with Chen Ce and Lissandra, and they didn't have any extra energy to speak.

They could only express their support for Chen Ce's remarks by nodding and glaring at Lissandra.

Lissandra also felt the resentful and dissatisfied gaze, but she didn't care: "Maybe you misunderstood something, Chen Ce."

"Ok?"

"I'm not throwing you in, but... I'm going in on my own."

"what?"

"You don't understand the environment under the abyss. Even if you go in, you will be quickly caught up and killed by the ice demon. The most important thing is that I can only do the work of unlocking and refreezing the passage."

Lissandra shook her head with a complicated expression, as if she felt guilt and pain, but also seemed to feel a sense of relief - but of course, not to anyone present.

"At that time, I will personally pull the Ice Demon into the abyss and seal him forever, and you—Chen Ce, I have only one request for you—"

"Keep him, and 'em."

"Never let them see the light of day."

After speaking, Lissandra waved her hand, and the thousands of meters of snow in front of her immediately froze into an ice surface that could be used for gliding.

Among the few people present, she was the only one who knew where the "helper" they were looking for was.

It was a secret... that was sealed away tens of thousands of years ago.

It was a secret of slaughter and fratricide.

It has something to do with Volibear.The violent giant bear killed countless people in the battle and almost wiped out an entire [group].

It's not a "tribe" like the Avarosa Tribe or the Winter's Claw Tribe, but... almost equivalent to a [human race].

After that unparalleled battle, Volibear became what he is now—distorted, deformed, half of his face was fleshless, and he became more brutal and crazy.

And it was its elder brother who beat it like this.

The brother whose blood is thicker than water.

Another demigod of the Freljord...

[God of Magma and Forging·Ornn]

"I don't think we can successfully ask him for help." Lissandra's tone revealed a hint of disappointment - but also relief. "Be prepared for another plan, foreigner."

Faced with these remarks, Chen Ce just smiled indifferently.

Then he threw the large shield in his hand on the ice and used it as a skateboard——taking the other two panting girls with him.

"Let me tell you a secret, Lissandra... Actually, this shield is a door."

Chapter 42 Ornn Sheep Comes!

There are various rumors about the past of Ornn, the God of Forging.

Some people say that it was seriously injured in that epic battle and was about to die, and then chose to hide in a secluded mountain range to spend the rest of its life. This rumor sounds a bit outrageous, but it can be regarded as a rumor with "certain basis".