Ali's Bizarre Adventure

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Mages are fighting.

And the Demon Seekers hold great power in their hands, and try their best to suppress these rebels, and their methods are becoming more and more cruel and extreme.

The king of Demacia, Jarvan III, was assassinated in the riots.

Now Demacia is facing internal and external troubles, and the whole country is in turmoil.

Sejuani picked a good time!

"Ah raccoon..."

Lilia's soft body was pressed against Ahri's arm, "You...you...are you still sleeping?"

Ahri knew what Lilia wanted to do.

Ari kissed Lilia on the cheek, "I want to go out and have a look, it's very lively outside today."

Even with the door closed, Ahri could still hear the commotion outside.

Everyone may be too excited to fall asleep.

"I will go with you."

"Ok."

Ari and Lilia got dressed and walked out of the room. There were piles of bonfires lit outside, and people huddled together, chatting about something.This is not a banquet, but it is more lively than a banquet.

The air was filled with the scent of mead.

Somewhat intoxicating.

"Hahaha, I've just waited for this day. Demacia!!! I must die gloriously on the battlefield this time, unless Demacia is a bunch of cowards."

Amidst the noisy voices, a man's voice like a loud thunderclap suddenly came to mind. Everyone's eyes turned to the same place, and Ari and Lilia couldn't help but look at that man.

The man was carrying a huge adult wild boar on his shoulders.

Muscles bulged out of his body, like hard steel.Every muscle is full of terrifying power,

He supported the wild boar on his shoulder with one hand, and held a bucket of mead in the other, pouring it into his mouth continuously.

It's as if you can drink a barrel of wine in one breath.

"Hahaha…"

A woman laughed, "Olaf, just give up. You are doomed to die peacefully on your bed with a full house of children and grandchildren."

Olaf threw the wild boar to the ground, splashing countless snow and dust, and opened his round eyes angrily, "Fart your mother!"

Chapter 448 Berserker Olaf

Beside piles of bonfires, people were sitting.

The air was full of the scent of mead, and Olaf stepped on the wild boar on the ground and took another sip of the wine.

He wore an iron helmet with horns on his head, and his raised muscles were like pieces of steel.

Full of terrifying power.

"Who knows when the attack on Demacia will start?" Olaf's voice was like thunder, booming.

When he panted, it was louder than the panting of a beast.

"I don't know."

A man replied, "The war mother hasn't said anything yet, but it may be this time anyway. You can go when you are ready."

"Grinding and chirping."

Olaf sat down on the wild boar, gasping for breath, and with each gasp, his long yellow beard kept trembling.His beard was thick, in tufts, tied at the ends with string.

"Are you... Olaf of Lokfar?" Ahri walked towards Olaf, she never expected to see Olaf here.

"Yes."

Olaf looked up at Ahri, "Have you heard of me?"

"I've heard a little bit."

Ari and Olaf kept a distance of more than one meter. This bull-like man looked a bit scary.

His arms were thicker than Ahri's legs, with full blood vessels protruding from the high bulging muscles.

But Ahri knew that Olaf was not a bad person.

He is more forthright.

Ahri kept such a long distance from him, just worried that Olaf would accidentally step on or bump into himself.

It should be... it will hurt, it will hurt...

Olaf is a tribe of berserkers in the Lokfar Peninsula, the wildest part of the Freljord.

He has defeated many terrifying ancient beasts.

The fighting power is extremely strong.

"Why are you in Winter's Claw?"

Ali asked.

"me…"

Olaf came over with another barrel of ale, "I heard that there are many powerful warriors in Winter's Claw, which makes people frightened. I want to find an opponent, a powerful opponent worthy of my death."

Ahri knew of Olaf's wish.

He wanted to die with honor.

Lokfar people are like this, they can't bear it at all, and their bodies become weaker and weaker as they get older.

Olaf even more so.

But at a banquet, Olaf decided to ask the gods what happened to him when he died.

He threw the beast's ribs into the air.

In order to predict his death, whether he can reach the pinnacle of honor.

What Olaf didn't expect was that the prophecy told him that he would live a long life and would lie on his bed when he died, surrounded by many children and grandchildren.His whole life will be peaceful and peaceful, without any waves.

The laughter of the clansmen made Olaf very angry.

After that, Olaf began to look for some ferocious ancient beasts, trying to die in the mouths of these terrifying beasts.

It's a pity...he didn't get his wish...

Ancient beasts could not kill him.

After hearing that the Winter's Claw is a very powerful tribe, Olaf came to the Winter's Claw without hesitation.

He single-handedly challenged Sejuani's entire warband.

As a result, Olaf cut a bloody path in the battle group of Winter's Claw and came to Sejuani.

A battle with Sejuani is hard to tell.

finally.

Sejuani took Olaf under her command, of course, on the condition that she would find an opponent for Olaf who could kill him.

Let him get his wish and die in battle with glory!

……

Olaf was talking to the people of Winter's Claw again about the fierce battles he had experienced before.

Several barrels of mead were also drunk.

Ari and Lilia sat aside, listening quietly.

"Isn't it good to be alive?"

Lilia couldn't help but whispered after hearing the story of Olaf once killing a sea cockroach.

It was a terrible sea beast.

The huge mouth is full of sharp obsidian-like teeth, and the body wrapped by the exoskeleton is indestructible.

Even an ax can't get in.

Before Olaf found the sea beetle, he had heard that the sea beetle had eaten many people.

He sat in a boat with two tomahawks and went out to sea alone.

finally…

Eaten by sea beetles.

But Olaf didn't die, but stayed in the sea kuai insect's stomach for several days, and finally hacked the sea kui worm to death.

When he said that he survived, Olaf looked regretful.

"Little sister, you don't understand."

Olaf lamented, "I am getting older and older, and I am still a respected fighter. But in another ten or twenty years, I may not even be able to lift a bucket of water, and I need someone to help me when I walk. Even...you have to be fed. People will gradually forget about Olaf the warrior."

Olaf looked pained, as if he had seen his old life.

"I... I seem to... understand..."

Lilia said.

Although she didn't understand Olaf's eagerness to die in battle, she could understand Olaf's troubles.

An honorable death.

In his twilight years, he couldn't even take care of himself.

The younger generation of fighters may look at him with boredom and even disdain.

After all, these people have never seen his brilliance, let alone his achievements.

And even if he wanted to tell other people the stories of his youth, no one would listen.

It's pretty pathetic when you think about it.

"Olaf, your story is very good. But... Lilia and I have to go to bed first."

Ari stood up, "Tomorrow we have to go back to Lax Stark, and we will bid farewell for now. I hope to see you again the next time I come to Winter's Claw."

Although Olaf was a bit rude, he was straightforward and straightforward, and he was a respectable warrior.

"Um?!"

Olaf glared at Ahri angrily.

"Ah this..."

Ahri scratched, "I...I was wrong. I hope I can see your grave next time I come here."

"It's almost there."

Olaf nodded in satisfaction.

……

The next morning.

Early in the morning, Sejuani knocked on Ahri's door, holding a long wooden box in her hand.

"Ah raccoon..."

Sejuani put the wooden box on the table, "You are leaving today, we will see each other again this time."