Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"Here!" thought Lothar and Udyr at the same time.

The dark clouds in the sky were suddenly pierced by thunder, and a very thick lightning split the night and hit the deer-headed bearman. The electric light was too strong, everyone was temporarily deprived of vision, and the world fell into a pale.

Lothar's vision slowly recovered, but his heart seemed to be bombarded by a heavy hammer, a mouthful of blood spurted from his throat, and his legs trembled violently out of his will.

Despite being weighed down as if by a massive boulder, Lothar managed to see what was going on.

The deer-headed bear-man who was hit by the lightning completely changed his appearance at this moment.

The originally huge body became even more exaggerated, and the body swelled like an explosion, like a city composed of muscles, taller than four or five pine trees stacked together, almost a giant monster that can only appear in legends.

Electric light surged on its body, lightning turned into thousands of real swords and inserted into its back, more than a dozen eyes on its head were so vicissitudes that they seemed to see through everything, and they were so cold that they seemed to freeze everything.

It... No, it can't be called "it" at this moment. According to Freljord tradition, it should be called "he".

He is the **** of storms and wars, the incarnation of the eye of the storm, the lord of the bears, the inextinguishable violent thunder, the beast that has suffered a thousand swords—

He is Volibear.

A **** descended on a bear man. The other bearmen, including the game lord, knelt down at his feet.

Lothar's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose all overflowed with blood, and what struck him was the coercion belonging to the gods, which was completely different from the bewitching words from the bear man.

Lothar stubbornly supported himself not to fall, before he fell.

"Damn it!" Lothar shouted badly, and he miscalculated.

Lothar knew that the hunting lord could summon Volibear to possess him, but in order to retain the wisdom to hold sacrifices, the hunting lord would not change his body too much, nor did he have the powerful strength of other bearmen. But Lothar didn't expect Nazak to use another Bearman as a carrier for Volibear.

With different carriers, the power that Volibear can exert is naturally different.

Udyr also changed his form quickly when the deer-headed bear was possessed by Volibear.

His body has grown several times larger, his skin has completely turned crimson, and the huge argali horns are towering high, making him look indestructible.

Udyr kept Lothar behind him and took most of the pressure on him.

"Children of humans." Volibear said, his voice seemed to have traveled through ten thousand years. Lothar felt that Volibear's words were older than the oldest shaman he had ever seen.

Volibear was speaking to Udyr: "Do you think you can stop me by becoming my brother?"

Udyr resisted the pressure of Volibear, and even if they had not yet fought, Udyr felt that this moment was more difficult than all the battles he had experienced in his life: "We have no intention of disturbing you, Volibear."

Volibear roared, his voice as loud as an earthquake: "When did the Beast Walker become so weak, your rage, and your will to fight? If you are a true Beast Walker, you should follow the ancient path and not be afraid of fighting. "

Udyr was silent for a moment. "I have mastered my fury."

"Lie!" Volibear suddenly roared loudly, Udyr was blown back a step, and Lothar was almost blown away by the roar, "Rage does not need to be controlled and cannot be controlled! Fight with rage, fight with battle. Health! This is the ancient way you should follow!"

Udyr gritted his teeth and was about to say something, but someone behind him interrupted him.

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"I heard that the Claws of Winter in the North have wiped out the Edelweiss tribe!"

"Claws of Winter again, didn't they destroy two tribes last year? They already occupied the best hunting grounds and farmland there, what else do they want!"

"Who knows what their mother-in-law thinks, that crazy woman named Sejuani, I don't think her brain is normal."

"I heard someone from Winter's Claw say it's called following the old ways."

"What is Gudao?"

"It seems to be some old habit from a long time ago, of seeking battles for no reason."

"Ancient Dao... It's incomprehensible to start a war for this kind of thing..."

"me too."

—Drunken Owl's Small Restaurant Chat

Chapter 109 and the battle of gods

"The ancient road, the ancient road, the ancient road, I'm sorry, there are not many people in Freljord who still believe in those things." Lothar stepped forward tremblingly, his face covered in blood, but he tried his best to keep a smile, "Faith III There are many more people who teach the teachings of sisters."

All the eyes of the giant bear looked at Lothar at the same time, and Lothar, who was stared at by more than a dozen deep giant eyes, had his hair standing on end.

"Blood-blooded people, those three women are nothing but weaklings who deceive the world, and they are not worth mentioning in front of the real gods." Volibear said disdainfully.

"Oh, so why are there fewer and fewer tribes and shamans who believe in you?" Lothar sneered at Volibear. "It's only during the fight that someone might pray to you."

"Lothar, that's enough! Come behind me!" Udyr stopped Lothar, he was afraid that Volibear would slap Lothar into flesh when he got angry.

Lothar waved to Udyr, indicating that he was fine.

Volibear looked down at Lothar: "For the sake of you still standing in front of me, I'll give you a chance to put on a bear's skin."

"And then got the same bad breath as you? I'm going to stink to death talking to you." Lothar pinched her nose and sneered, "That's okay, I have a wife, and I don't want to kiss when I kiss. She fainted."

Contrary to Lothar's expectations, Volibear didn't seem to be irritated by his words. He just stared at Lothar for a while, and more than a dozen eyes began to flicker. He asked, "Why do you smell like those three women?"

Lothar was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and smiled proudly: "Why did I smell that smell of my wife, I am the war mother of the Avarossa tribe, the blood alliance of the reincarnation of Avarosa's deity, Ashe Longbow. "

Udyr's eyes widened, looking at Lothar in disbelief: "This kid has not been seen for a few years, but he has become the blood alliance of the War Mother."

Volibear took a few sniffs, and the thunder and lightning on his body suddenly became agitated: "Yes, you have the smell of those three women, and you are theirs!"

This time, even Lothar was stunned: "What do you mean by three?"

But Volibear didn't answer Lothar's question. The giant bear let out an earth-shattering roar. The thunder and lightning from the dark clouds poured down like heavy rain.

"Lothar!" Udyr dodged to protect Lothar. Lothar couldn't hold it any longer, and his whole body went limp. The power of the gods is not something he can resist as an ordinary person, and he spent all his strength just talking to Volibear, and he almost fainted.

"What does he mean?" This was Lothar's last thought before he lost consciousness.

Volibear's giant claws slammed down on Lothar fiercely, and Udyr, who turned into a ram, slammed forward hard, resisting the blow. The huge impact made the ground collapse. Dill felt that the huge horn on his head was about to break, and he couldn't hold it for long.

"This is the power of the gods," Udyr was horrified.

"Ah, ah, ah!" A loud and rough battle cry sounded, the voice could barely penetrate the roar of the giant bear, and a Berserker with a double axe rushed towards Volibear at an extremely fast speed.

Olaf rushed towards the giant bear against the strong wind pressure. The destructive storm couldn't slow him down by half.

The thunder and lightning were wild from Volibear, along with his anger, Udyr's whole body was bathed in electric light, if the ram form he changed gave him the skin of steel, this blow was enough to make him whole. Grilled to char.

Udyr's roar sounded like a horn of war, and the hot breath of fire spurted out of his mouth, burning through Volibear's bear paw, and the fire spread along his forearm, roasting all the parts before the elbow. into rotten meat.

Although Volibear's current possessed bearman is powerful, it is not a **** after all, and the flames that are enough to melt steel have to be broken when facing Udyr in ram form.

"Hoo **** ho **** ho!" Volibear's anger was even greater, his roar turned into thunder and lightning, and countless uncontrollable wild thunders fell from the dark clouds in the sky, targeting Udyr. Lothar, who had fainted behind him.

"No!" Udyr quickly changed his posture, the form of the ram Ornn receded, and he turned into a huge turtle, protecting Lothar under him, and using the turtle shell to block the thunder for him.

The giant tortoise stood on all fours, and Udyr let the thunder into his body and led the lightning into the earth.

At the same time, Volibear's other arm moved, carrying a terrifying pressure to shoot Udyr. What he was waiting for was the moment when Udyr turned into something else, without the brute force of the Ram and the Fire's restraint on Volibear, even if Udyr turned into a giant tortoise, he couldn't resist this blow.

"Ah ah!" However, it backfired. The Berserker, whose battle cry never stopped, rushed out halfway. He jumped high from a distance of tens of meters, and jumped into Volibear's remaining arm against the wind. , dragging them up and running with all their might.

To touch Volibear means to endure the violent thunder, and Olaf's skin is cooked almost instantly. But he was not afraid, dragging the double axe that had been inserted into Volibear's arm, and charged forward to the giant bear's head.

Olaf's double axe is made of iron, quenched with real ice, and it is indestructible and attracts all the thunder and lightning to his axe, and Udyr's pressure is suddenly relieved.

"Well done!" Udyr didn't know who this Berserker was who suddenly broke into the battle, but he would not let this momentary opportunity pass.

The giant tortoise form disappeared, and Udyr returned to the ram form. He picked up Lothar and protected him in his arms, and then put the horns in front of him, and the fury of the Beast Spirit Walker began to burn.

He cultivated in the East to control his anger, and this anger is not needed at this time, when will he wait?

Udyr rushed towards the giant bear's arms, and the giant horns of the argali stabbed into Volibear's chest, injecting flames into his body.

Volibear roared wildly, and the thunder that he shed attacked everything around him indiscriminately. Even the bears who followed him were mostly unavoidable, and were smashed into charred corpses by the thunder.

The flames in Volibear's body burned him, the body he possessed was not strong enough to withstand such an attack, and the giant bear's head drooped weakly.

Just in time, Olaf ran onto Volibear's shoulders.

The Berserker pulled out his axe and jumped vigorously towards the sky. Countless pale lightnings gathered on his battle axe, and the handle of the axe was so hot that Olaf's hand was about to melt.

But the Berserker can no longer feel the pain, and his purpose is only one - to kill God.

The thunder light cast Olaf's shadow very huge, like an axe-wielding giant, announcing the death penalty towards the beast beneath him.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The double axe carrying thousands of thunders fell fiercely, and the axe blade did not penetrate into the bear man's head.

The thunderbolt and the axe split the giant bear in half.

The giant bear stopped roaring, and Udyr let out a long sigh of relief. He couldn't feel Volibear's breath anymore, and the bear spirit **** had already returned.

The dark clouds in the sky began to dissipate, the thunder and lightning were gone, and the hunting grounds forest, flattened by Volibear's wrath, fell silent, except for the crackling of still-burning trees and corpses, declaring that the battle was over.

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In the Freljord, the oldest gods such as Ornn, Volibear, and Ionia are called the Old Gods, and they are the oldest myths and legends, and basically exist only in stories.

The three sisters are different. As the gods born later, there is quite a lot of evidence to prove that the three sisters are real in history, such as the holy city of Avarosa's Lakstark and the capital Ningshuanggang and so on. Scholars of archaeology in the Freljord also mostly support the idea that the Three Sisters are indeed historical figures. The beliefs of the three sisters are also more in line with the Freljord's current era, while the teachings of the old gods are generally extreme. According to the survey, many tribes have begun to gradually abandon their belief in the old gods and switch to belief in the Three Sisters.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Two: Myths and Legends

Chapter 110 Conversation

Udyr slowly returned to human form, and he looked at Lothar, who was protecting him in his arms. The boy was covered in blood, but his life was safe.

"Huh..." Udyr put down the stone hanging in his heart, he didn't want to lose another former disciple.

"Ahhh!" An angry roar interrupted Udyr's train of thought. It was the berserker who helped him defeat the giant bear.

Olaf was already completely skinless at the moment, and he faced the Thunder with terrible severe burns all over his body, and Udyr even thought it was a miracle that he was still alive.

Olaf threw the double axe away, slammed his chest furiously, and scolded indistinctly from his mouth.

Udyr sighed. He also knew that the Berserkers wouldn't recognize anything when they went crazy, and even if they were seriously injured, they wouldn't consider their injuries at all.

Udyr transformed into the form of a brown bear, his broad bear paw slapped the back of the Berserker's neck, Olaf's eyes went blank, and he fainted.

Udyr looked in the direction of the giant bear's corpse, and the smell of burnt stench came from the corpse, and the rotting flesh spread on the ground, disgusting.

The hunter lord was not struck to death by the thunder, he stood on top of the corpse, the bad blood and rotten flesh did not reach his ankles.

"I'm leaving, Nazak." Udyr suppressed the sadness in his heart, said loudly, and immediately carried Lothar on his left shoulder, and then carried the fallen Berserker on his right shoulder, intending to leave.

"We will meet again." The hunting lord said gloomily, "My lord has remembered you, and my lord will eventually hunt and kill you."

Udyr's heart tightened, and being targeted by a **** always made him a little scared.

But the fear lasted only for a moment, and Udyr took one last deep look at the lord of the hunting animals. In him, Udyr couldn't find the slightest trace of the melancholy boy from the past.

Udyr turned his head silently, he transformed into a sturdy Ernyuk, and carried the two comatose away.

The hunting lord looked at their backs and said something in his mouth: "My lord will eventually reshape the Freljord."

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Lothar's nose was full of bitter herbal smells, Udyr was boiling the medicine, Olaf slept with his axe, covered in bandages. Olaf's injuries were too severe, and his physique far surpassed that of many cold bloodlines, so he couldn't survive.

"You said that this berserker followed you in pursuit of death." Udyr laughed and shook his head, "The world is truly amazing."

Lothar smiled lightly and looked at Olaf, who was still drooling in his sleep: "Well... he is also a strange person. This time he should also be relieved, otherwise he should be complaining all day long because he is not dead. ...ahem!"

Lothar coughed lightly, and Udyr looked up at him: "You have an internal injury, take it easy."

Lothar smiled bitterly and said, "It was just a few words with the bear and it hurt like this. The gods are really beyond common sense."

Udyr stood up and looked down from the cliff to the bearman hunting ground below. The forest in the central part of the hunting ground was ablaze for several kilometers, where they had fought with Volibear not long ago.

"Our battle with the Bear Spirit only lasted for twenty breaths." Udyr looked at the tragic situation there with lingering fear, "This is the power of the gods."

"But you still defeated it, didn't you?" said Lothar.

Udyr shook his head: "We're not dealing with Volibear himself, just a bear man possessed by him...and...I feel Volibear was seriously injured."

"Hurt" Lothar was taken aback for a moment, he naturally wouldn't doubt the interpretation of a powerful beast spirit walker, but he was still surprised, "That bear doesn't look like it was injured."

"I don't feel wrong." Udyr sat down again and faced Lothar. "He is indeed injured."

Lothar touched his chin: "Who did it to hurt a god?"

Udyr scooped the soup into a bowl and handed it to Lothar: "These things are not within your control. Don't think too much, and don't talk about it everywhere, it will cause trouble."

Lothar didn't say anything, took the soup and took a sip, his facial features instantly twisted into a ball: "It's so bitter."

"I have taught you many times that good medicine is bitter." Udyr said, "You used to like to put icing flowers in medicine, and the medicinal properties were destroyed."

"But that's sweeter." Lothar retorted, Udyr was still the same as he remembered, with a fierce and meticulous personality, and he especially liked to train people.

Lothar summoned the courage to take another sip, miserable.

"You really became the blood ally of the Avarosa Warmother," Udyr asked.