Lone Wolf of the Freljord

The day Lothar was eroded by True Ice.

Severe phantom pain came from the void's right arm, Lothar gritted his teeth and looked at the distant sky.

In the thick clouds, he seemed to have found something.

The halo of red and blue reflects the shape of the wings.

"Look at the sky!" Lothar shouted, and everyone followed the sound, and the red and blue light in the sky became more and more dazzling.

In the end, the dark clouds were blown away by a powerful shock wave, revealing the body of red and blue rays of light.

The master who shone with an ominous crimson light was a giant flying in the sky. His red-black body was weird and deformed, with wings covering the sky behind him, and in one hand he held an epee as huge as him, and it was this sword that gave off a scarlet light.

No one knew who this monstrous and terrifying giant was. Lothar had countless Freljord myths flashing in his mind, but he could never find a **** corresponding to this giant.

The owner of the icy blue light is a giant bird, whose whole body is crystal clear, as if it is composed of ice crystals. Her wings are large enough to cover the sky. To the Scarlet Giant.

Unlike the scarlet giant, none of the people present could not recognize the identity of this giant bird.

"Anivia!" Even Tryndamere couldn't help exclaiming at this moment.

Anivia, one of the old gods, has a lot of honors—Ice Crystal Phoenix, God of Ice, Snow and Winter, Patronus of Ten Thousand Miles of Snowy Fields, Blessing God of Healers and Kind-hearted People, a person who has experienced countless reincarnations of life and death, eternal mother...

Among all the old gods, Anivia has the most believers and believers, because she is a good god, and it is said that everything she does is to protect the land of Freljord.

Since Anivia is for protection, the object she fights must be for destruction.

The existence that can fight Anivia must also be a god.

Everyone! retreat! "Tendamere gave the order very decisively, this is not a fight they can participate in, their presence here is meaningless.

The warriors also obeyed the orders. Although seeing the legendary Anivia made their hearts surge, it was obviously not the time to bow down and pray.

"Olav, let's go!" Lothar grabbed Olaf's arm.

"I'm not leaving!" Olaf looked at the sky frantically, the battle between the two gods eclipsed the sky and the earth, and this kind of battle was exactly what he longed for.

"Don't be stupid! They are fighting in the sky! You can still fly!" Lothar poured a basin of cold water on Olaf's head, and he was stunned.

"Looks like... yes..."

"Why are you still standing there! Run!" Lothar slapped Olaf's crotch on the Wolf's ass, and the two followed the retreating tribe warriors to retreat down the mountain.

A loud phoenix roar resounded throughout the sky, and the overwhelming ice storm rushed towards the scarlet giant.

The giant let out a hoarse and ear-piercing roar, and the giant sword in his hand danced wildly. The crimson sword energy broke the ice wind, and the gust of wind that was knocked into the air was deflected, and part of it blew toward Trydamer and others on the mountain.

"Ah ah!" Several warriors were caught off guard, and even the wolf and man were blown down the cliff by the unstoppable gust of wind.

Lothar survived by hiding his entire body behind Olaf. He clamped his legs on the Warg, desperately urging it to speed up and escape.

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"Mom, what does Anivia symbolize?"

"She symbolizes the patron saint, who guards each of us."

"I want to meet her!"

"That won't do, little darling."

"Why? Isn't she a great god?"

"Anivia will only show up when there is a disaster in our homeland, and she will help us through it."

"So amazing! How did Anivia do it"

"Leave this story for tomorrow, my little naughty, it's time to sleep tonight."

--bed time story

Chapter 115 Fall

The scarlet giant's wings twitched, and he charged towards Anivia at a rapid pace.

Anivia soared above the clouds, and the ice crystals in the sky were condensed, each of which was dozens of meters thick.

Although the scarlet giant has been dodging, his deformed body flying ability is obviously not as good as Anivia.

The terrifying power of ice thorns is not limited to piercing. The scarlet giant's body is quickly covered by frost. This is not an ordinary ice crystal, but a crystal containing the power of True Ice. It is a creation that can kill any living thing. Even the icy blood is not immune to piercing into the body.

But the scarlet giant didn't care, the ancient bitter cold released by the ice thorn in his body seemed to him to be just a tolerable injury.

He raised his giant sword and plucked out the ice thorns that had been inserted into his body, but Anivia would naturally not give him such a chance. But the membranous wings on his back were riddled with holes.

The scarlet giant's body in the air gradually became unstable and began to become shaky.

"Get out of the Freljord!" Anivia shouted angrily, her voice was like a soft woman, but with an indescribable solemnity, "This is not a place you can get your hands on!"

There was an exaggerated grin on the scarlet giant's face, and his body that was riddled with holes was actually beginning to heal. Even if Zhen Bing's power had eroded him, it couldn't stop him from healing.

"The bird that claims to be a god." The scarlet giant spoke in Freljord, his voice was like a scalding lion mixed with a jackal. "You will die in my hands!"

Anivia let out a phoenix cry, the sound resounded through the sky and the earth for thousands of miles, and the snow and the wind followed her guidance and gathered together, forming a terrifying tornado that was even bigger than a mountain.

In the face of this great power that changed the world, the scarlet giant was not afraid. His membrane wings were restored to their original state.

Instead, he smiled.

He raised the great sword in his hand high, and the crimson light on the great sword kept flashing.

like a beating heart.

...

The sudden giant tornado scared everyone.

Tryndamere, who rushed back to the Horde, swore that he had never heard of such a terrible natural disaster even in mythological stories.

The tornado sucked up the thick clouds, snow and mountains, but the whole thing was icy blue because of the massive ice crystals wrapped in it.

Although the tornado was far from Tryndamere's tribe, the wind and waves had already blown here, and the child could not stand firm on the ground.

"Anivia!"

"Anivia!"

"Anivia!"

The shamans in the tribe took the lead in kneeling and praying to the tornado. Tryndamere had already informed them of the sight of the Ice Crystal Phoenix. Coupled with this giant tornado connecting the heavens and the earth, no one did not believe that this was a miracle.

"I'm good." Olaf was stunned, "This is too fierce.".

Lothar went to Tryndamere: "Aren't you going to organize your people to escape?"

Tryndamere looked at Lothar with a gloomy look on his face: "Anivia is the patron saint...she won't hurt us."

"But what about the red guy?" Lothar swallowed. "He doesn't look like a benevolent god. What if Anivia fails?"

Tryndamere bowed his head deeply, thinking.

Unfortunately, the situation did not give him time to think.

The ice wind tornado was broken open, and a blazing red light rushed out of it like a meteor, falling to the ground at an extremely fast speed.

The direction is exactly the tribe's side.

"Run!" Lothar was the first to react, and he yelled immediately, but it was too late.

The meteor landed less than 100 meters from the tribal camp, and the huge shock wave knocked everyone down. Only Tryndamere and Olaf supported the ground with their weapons and did not fall.

After the meteor landed, it slid for a while, directly destroying half of the camp, and the people there were turned into fly ash without even screaming.

The taxiing stopped, the impact dissipated, and it was replaced by a sharply burning fire, and the surviving civilians exclaimed in surprise.

"No!" Tryndamere's eyes were splitting, his people were involved in the battle between the gods right before his eyes, but he couldn't stop it.

Anger and resentment filled every nerve in Tryndamere in an instant, and he could no longer think about anything, roaring and dragging his cold iron sword towards the fire.

Seeing Tryndamere's charge, Olaf also seemed to be stimulated. The two tomahawks struck each other, making a clanging sound, and issued a battle cry not inferior to Tryndamere's, and he rushed in.

"That idiot!" Lothar jumped in anger, "He's still not healed!"

Lothar had no choice, he couldn't just watch Olaf go to his death, he took a deep breath and followed Olaf.

Not only the three of them, but the warriors of the tribe also took out their weapons and rushed into the fire. They had vowed to defend the tribe with their lives, and now is the time for their sight promise.

The fire was very intense, but not yet impassable.

Lothar braved the pain of his body being burned and forced to keep up with Olaf's pace.

Lothar was stunned when he saw what happened in the middle of the fire.

There was a giant sword stuck on the ground, and next to it was an unrecognizable corpse, the body of the scarlet giant.

He was covered with thick frost, his body was broken, his hands and feet were all frozen, there were several terrifying holes on his torso, dark red blood plasma gurgled out, and there was no life.

Tryndamere held the cold iron sword high and slashed down the giant's corpse's neck, and his head fell to the ground, but the head had long since been frozen and was almost shattered when touched.

"Anivia won." Lothar breathed a sigh of relief. At least the scarlet giant who was not easy to mess with was defeated by the Ice Crystal Phoenix, and he didn't have to think about how to save his life.

"Ah ah ah!" Tryndamere roared up to the sky, his people were killed, but the murderer was already dead, and his full of anger was powerless to express.

Olaf also wailed and howled, and he also hoped to have a hearty fight.

"Tendamere!" said Lothar, catching up to Tryndamere, panting. "Don't waste your time! Look for anyone alive!"

Lothar's words calmed Tryndamere a little, he angrily stomped the giant's huge head into ice slag, and yelled at the warriors who were chasing behind him: "Half of the people go to put out the fire! Half of the people go to find the still alive. of!"

The warriors were busy all of a sudden. Although Lothar was very hot, he moved his footsteps. He wanted to help together, and maybe try to make Trydamir's impression of him better.

However, Lothar stopped abruptly before taking two steps.

It was clearly in the scorching hot fire, and even snowflakes could not fall in, but he felt a cold snap.

A long, faint cold snap.

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"Mom, it's time for you to tell me today how Anivia protected us"

"Okay, my little cutie, mother tells you. Anivia is a **** who can command ice, snow and cold wind. In the face of a terrible enemy, she will set off a huge ice storm and tear the enemy to pieces."

"Or freeze it into ice cream!"

"Yes, frozen into ice cream."

"What if Anivia can't defeat the enemy?"

"I'll leave this story to tell you tomorrow night."

--bed time story

Chapter 116 Eggs

The cold snap that Lothar felt was very subtle, as imperceptible as a thread. However, Lothar's keen perception made him feel as if a thin needle had been inserted into his skin, and this secret chill made him stop unconsciously.

Surrounded by the hot wall of fire, even the ground under your feet feels hot, where does this chill come from?

As if inspired, Lothar followed the chill.

In the unremarkable ruins of the burned camp, Lothar found the source of the chill.

He used his foot to scrape through the charred ruins and found something.

A piece of ice, a transparent piece of ice, an egg-shaped piece of ice.

"This is" Lothar has never seen such a thing. There are indeed many ice sculptors in Freljord, who are devoted to carving ice into all kinds of beautiful handicrafts, many of which are extremely complex and exquisite The work of this egg-shaped ice cube is not very good in comparison.

But for some reason, Lothar felt some natural beauty from this egg, and it took a few minutes of stunned thought to take it out.

Strange to say, this ice cube egg is clearly in the fire, but there is no sign of melting, and there are not even water droplets on the surface. If it hadn't exuded a tingling chill like Zhen Bing that can make people feel tingling from a distance, but rather a soft and cold touch, Lothar would have suspected that it was actually a piece of Zhen Bing.

Lothar picked up the ice cube egg. The ice cube was the size of his head, but it wasn't very heavy.

"Is it empty inside?" Lothar tapped the ice cube egg lightly, and the sound he made told him that the egg was really hollow.

"The sword...leave...it..." A weak voice suddenly entered Lothar's mind, and he was so frightened that he shivered. The voice did not pass through his ears, but sounded directly in his mind.

"Who is you?" Lothar looked at the ice egg in his arms. Apart from it, it seemed that it couldn't be the sound of anything else.

"Leave...sword...don't...touch..." The voice did not answer Lothar's question, but kept repeating weak words.

Lothar's heart began to thump, and he had probably guessed the identity of the egg in his arms.

In myths and legends, Anivia will never really die. Her death is actually Nirvana. She will be reborn as her original appearance and relive her life.

"Damn it!" Lothar suddenly realized something, and the words that Egg told him were very clear - there was something wrong with the great sword that fell with the scarlet giant.