Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Fortunately, he was not fighting alone. Varya took advantage of Galen's stalemate with the Nightmare Berserker, and slashed its throat with a sword, and the Nightmare Berserker disappeared silently.

The warriors of the Fearless Pioneer showed a wealth of combat experience and team tacit understanding. Even though they were only five people, they were still invincible in the face of hundreds of enemies.

But the nightmare entities seemed endless, and every time Garen's greatsword slashed a shadowy monster, more monsters rushed towards him.

"Everyone! Back to back!" Galen shouted to gather everyone. They were at a disadvantage and had to hold tight. Once they were alone, only death awaited them.

The five warriors quickly gathered back to back, shoulder to shoulder, forming a solid ring of steel, which shone exceptionally in the silent dark monster group.

"Show these monsters the power of Demacia!"

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Lux and Lothar hurried forward in the forest, and Xinghuo ran with all his strength.

Not long after the sun set, the sky was so dark that you could barely see anything, there was no moon or stars, only a huge black screen that seemed to suffocate people to death.

Lux took out her cane from the saddle and poured magical power into it. The front of the cane suddenly burst into bright light, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

At the same time, Lux poured magic into Lothar and Xinghuo, and their eyes flashed, and they could see everything even if they couldn't reach their fingers in the dark.

"Your magic is really convenient," Lothar sighed, then looked up at the sky, "It's a bit abnormally dark today."

"You think it's so dark because of that nightmare," Lux asked.

"I don't know." Lothar's ears moved. "The forest is also unusually quiet. I can't hear any animals."

Lux was startled: "Wait, if the animals in the forest have all gone to sleep and have nightmares, will they be like the residents?"

Lothar smiled bitterly: "Didn't your horse have nightmares too, now we may be in trouble."

As soon as Lothar finished speaking, a dark, shadowy leopard swooped towards Xinghuo. This sudden attack made no sound, and the horse slipped and almost fell. With quick eyes and quick hands, Lothar kicked the leopard on the head and kicked it away.

With a wave of Lux's cane, a beam of bright light surged towards the black panther, and the black panther was instantly melted by the light, leaving not a single bit of scum left.

But it wasn't over yet, more and more black shadows poured out of the forest, which were all kinds of monstrous creatures.

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The Forbidden Stone is a strange white rock produced only in Demacia, and it can be said to be the foundation of Demacia's nation. When talking about Demacia, the first thing that comes to mind is this magical stone.

The characteristics of the forbidden magic stone are very interesting. Although all its secrets have not been fully analyzed until now, its main function is to suppress magic. No matter how powerful the mage is, if the skin comes into contact with the forbidden magic stone, even if it just stays next to the forbidden magic stone, the magic ability will be greatly reduced, and even it will not be able to play at all.

Relying on the peculiar functions of the Forbidden Stone, Demacia only needs to rely on a small number of elite troops armed with Forbidden Stone weapons to compete against the Mage Chapter with many mages. It is precisely because of this that Demacia can withstand the invasion of the Noxian Legion and the raiding of the Freljord tribe at the same time with less force.

- Excerpted from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: Demacia Chapter 1: The Formation of Nations. 》

Chapter 64 The Fierce Battle

"The nightmares of the animals are coming to attack us too!" said Lothar. "Ass! I'm going to ride, you're going to attack them!"

"Don't you know how to ride a horse? What if you fall?"

"That's better than being bitten to death by them!"

Lothar said, released the hand holding Lux's waist, Lux clenched her silver teeth, stepped on the stirrup and jumped from Xinghuo's side behind Lothar, hugging his waist with one hand and holding the cane in the other, the brilliant light was shining brightly. , Destroyed a lot of nightmare monsters.

Lothar didn't grab the reins, but leaned down and put his hand on Starfire's neck.

"Don't be afraid, dear boy." Lothar reassured the frightened Xinghuo, "I and your master will not let you have any trouble."

Xinghuo seemed to understand Lothar's words, and his hurried footsteps slowly stabilized and continued to run in the forest.

Lux slaughtered a nightmare bear with a flash of light, and said loudly, "Rorschach! My grandfather's tomb is in the west! There is a path leading there!"

"Understood!" Lothar kicked Starfire in the stomach, urging the horse to run faster, "but we seem to be in big trouble!"

Lux heard the words and looked forward. The overwhelming number of nightmare bats was flying towards them. The exaggerated number made both Lothar and Lux ​​pale. .

"Can your light kill so many bats?"

"I'm not a god! Not that great!"

"Then how to stop? Stop now and die!"

"Wait...I have a solution! Don't slow down!" Light flickered between Lux's five fingers, and a translucent light curtain wrapped around them in a spherical shape. The bats turned into ashes.

"It's really yours!" Lothar praised Lux.

"Quiet! I need to stay focused!" Lux focused on maintaining the shape of the light curtain, and the bats slammed into them one after another, but did not slow down Starfire at all.

"There's a fork in the road ahead!" Losa shouted after running wildly among the bats for more than ten minutes.

"Take the middle path! We're almost there!" Lux gritted her teeth. There were too many bats to give her any breathing time.

But the moment they stepped into the trail, all the bats disappeared without a trace.

Lothar turned back and looked at Lux.

"Those nightmares are not chasing us, the black magic is gone" Lux felt that this was too sudden.

"I hope to think so too." Lothar is obviously not so optimistic, "but I think there is another possibility."

"what"

"Go ahead, there's something..." Lothar looked into the depths of the path, "I don't even dare to approach the nightmare."

The path leading to the Tomb of Fossian twists and turns, and looks very different from the rest of the forest—the trees are twisted and grotesque in shape, with branches clawing in the middle of the road, tearing Lothar and Lux's hair. The ground under his feet was no longer solid, but was soft as mud, exuding some stench.

"It's like a scene from a ghost story told to children..." Lux hugged Lothar involuntarily and pressed her cheek against his back.

"Are all your ghost stories in Demacia like this? The ghost stories in the Freljord are basically cannibalistic stories about bears and trolls." Lothar looked around vigilantly, the road was getting worse and worse. Difficult to walk, too rough to be a road, and Starfire had to slow down to avoid bumping his head into a tree.

Xinghuo came to the entrance of a clearing, and the clearing was surrounded by shadows, dark and deep, even thicker than the night color of the sky.

The horse stopped, and Lothar gently kicked it in the stomach, but Starfire didn't go, shaking her head uneasily.

"Calm down, lad." Lux stroked Xinghuo's mane, "Go ahead a little further."

But no matter what Lux said, Xinghuo refused to take half a step into the clearing.

"It seems that we are the only ones who are going. Xinghuo is so afraid, that guy is probably in front." Lothar slipped off the horse and looked at Lux's face. He frowned, "Are you sure you can still hold on?"

Lux smiled: "Of course, you have come to this point, and you can't give up anything."

Lux also slipped off the horse, her feet just touched the ground, her legs were weak, and her whole body was shaky.

Lothar hugged Lux's shoulders, preventing her from falling to the ground: "Are you really sure you can still walk?"

Lux said firmly: "I have to go, only my light can overcome it."

Lothar smiled slightly: "Good."

After finishing speaking, Lothar crouched down and turned her back to Lux: "Come up, I'll carry your back."

"No, I can go by myself..."

"You come up when you are called."

Lux hesitated for a moment, and wrapped her arms around Lothar's neck, her whole body lying on his grief.

Lothar stood up, swept her left arm back, slapped her under Lux's skirt, lifted her **** covered in tight tights, and started to fill her hands with softness and elasticity.

"Rorschach!" Lux blushed and beat Lothar violently, "Where are you touching!"

Lothar said aggrievedly: "I only have one hand, so why don't you support your **** on your back? Besides, it's not like I haven't touched it."

Lux was so embarrassed that she almost didn't punch Lothar again, but her fist hung in the air and finally didn't fall.

"Don't pinch, don't grab, don't rub." Lux buried her face in Lothar's back, lest he notice the smile on his face, "If I feel any of your fingers is dishonest, just wait. Let me beat you all over!"

"Yes yes yes, esteemed Miss Crown Guard." Lothar laughed, carrying Lux behind his back into the shadowy clearing step by step.

Although he was about to face an extremely terrifying enemy, Lux, who was lying on Lothar's back, was not too nervous.

On the contrary, there is a trace of ease.

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A nightmare giant as tall as a building.

Insidious and cunning Nightmare Poison.

A fully armed nightmare warrior.

All kinds of nightmare monsters, Garen can't remember how many he killed.

The five fighters achieved remarkable results. Relying on the terrain advantage of being on the high platform, they fought with the nightmare monsters for almost half an hour, and they still stood strong on the high platform.

But the nightmare monsters couldn't be killed no matter what. After killing them for so long, their numbers increased instead of decreasing, and they attacked the warriors on the high platform wave after wave like a tidal wave.

Garen smashed a nightmare wolf with his shoulder armor, and slashed a giant centipede in half with his great sword.

"Galen! Be careful!"

The reminder from the comrade-in-arms came a little late. Galen just realized that something was wrong, and a sharp pain came from his abdomen. A nightmare spider with a large head climbed up on his body at some point, and its poisonous fangs pierced the inner armor and penetrated into him. in the flesh.

The rancid smell crept into Galen's nose at once, almost making him nauseous.

Garen suppressed the pain and shouted, smashing the spider's head with a punch, and then pulling the fangs out of his waist.

"Geren! Are you alright!" Varya hurriedly stood by Garen's side to fill the gap for him.

Galen's nostrils were filled with a pungent stench, like the smell of rotten corpses, and he felt the tense muscles all over his body begin to tremble violently, and a feeling of weakness kept coming up.

Galen knew that he was poisoned.

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Those who fight to the death, never give up, never give up, are fearless pioneers.

- Fearless Pioneer Motto

Chapter 65 Berserker

Galen began to adjust his breathing and used the skills he learned in training to resist toxins. He slashed a burning bull with one sword and said, "I'm fine! I can still fight!"

Varya used the edge of the shield to cut off the head of a nightmare warrior. The long and high-intensity battle made the brave female warrior also feel tired, and said loudly: "They keep coming!"

"Then we'll keep fighting!" Galen used his strong physique to forcibly contain the poison and continued to fight without flinching.

Suddenly, the earth trembled.

It was the nightmare giant that the Fearless Pioneers had only tried their best to kill not long ago. He revived from the shadows again, and this time he became even bigger than the last time, more than ten times the height of Garen, and he was walking towards them step by step. As he walked, every step made the earth tremble.

All the warriors of the fearless vanguard first felt a shock in their hearts, and then an uncontrollable sense of despair.

"Damn!" Varya yelled, "I can't kill them all! These monsters!"

"Captain!" a warrior shouted to Galen, "what to do?"

Galen frowned. He knew that he must not retreat. If he retreated, it would be equivalent to abandoning the residents of Forsbarrow, which as a Demacian soldier would never allow.

"Lux, I hope you can succeed... You must succeed." Galen thought to himself, and then pointed his sword directly at the Nightmare Giant, telling his comrades his determination with his actions.

The Nightmare Legion is still frantically rushing up to the high platform, and the giant's huge palm has covered the sky above the Fearless Pioneers, pressing down fiercely, to slap them into patties.

"All preparations!" Garen's waist sank, ready to fight the shock.

The giant's hand is getting closer.

swish swish swish...

A loud cracking sound passed through the quiet battlefield, and a silver streamer cut into the giant's wrist. The huge palm shifted its direction and landed on the side of the high platform, crushing many nightmare creatures.

In the astonished eyes of the fearless pioneers, the silver streamer slammed into the wooden floor of the high platform with a bang.

The body of the streamer is a rough-shaped battle axe, the blade is faintly showing the frosty light, and it exudes a savage primitive atmosphere. It is obviously not a weapon forged by the craftsmen of Demacia with fine steel skills.

The warriors of the fearless vanguard all looked in the direction where the streamer flew. A Freljord Berserker with an axe in one hand was laughing heartily, rushing into the nightmare monster group without any scruples, chopping melons and cutting melons. Like a dish, a **** road was killed. It was Olaf who came back after running to find the axe.

Garen kicked a tiger and asked, "Varya! Rodion! You fought with the Freljords, is that their Berserker?"

Varya swallowed, watching Olaf in the Nightmare Legion like no one, and some scalp tingling: "I have seen Berserker... but I have never seen such a powerful... He even has protective gear. Do you dare to fight like this without taking it?"

Olaf's appearance attracted the attention of a considerable number of nightmare creatures, and the nightmare creatures in his direction turned their targets to besiege him, which relieved the pressure on Garen and others.

Olaf let out a deafening battle cry, and the axe and fist swiftly harvested the nightmare creatures, and the efficiency was actually higher than the five of Garen and the others combined.

Olaf was wearing no armor, and the weapons and fangs of the Nightmare creatures continued to add wounds to him, and soon Olaf became a blood man—all his own blood.

But Olaf didn't seem to care about the wounds on his body at all. On the contrary, the more he was injured, the more excited he became. He killed the high platform very quickly. At this time, he was covered in blood.

The Fearless Vanguards watched Olaf warily, for the Freljord went mad and attacked them.

However, Olaf didn't seem to be interested in them. He just picked up his second axe on the high platform. With the axe in both hands, he jumped off the high platform with a wild laugh and fought with the monsters again.

"What a madman!" Varya was completely shocked. She had seen the Freljord Berserkers fighting with wounds for injuries before, but she didn't even hear such crazy and powerful Berserkers. said.