The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 85 Axe and Shield

Everyone in Winter's Claw controlled the beast to back away, and made room for the two big men on the gentle slope of the ridge.

One is the legendary Iceborn who has long been famous, and the other is the Lokfar warrior who regards the glorious death as the end point. There is no doubt that this is a duel full of suspense.

For this reason, Zell also asked Roy for a cup of snow top milk tea filled with ice and drinking it while watching it, the kind that makes your head dizzy from the cold after taking a sip, what you want is an immersive atmosphere.

"Finally some fun!" Olaf flexed his shoulder muscles.

For the past seven days, he has always wanted to rush directly to slaughter the mammoth, but Sejuani has been restraining him from making impulsive actions.

He flipped the ax back and forth between his callused hands.Although they are all True Ice weapons, compared to Braum's shield, his ax looks a bit shabby.

It wasn't cold enough, and it was suppressed by his boiling blood, so he couldn't exert the effect of the True Ice Weapon.But the victory is sharp, and Olaf has gone through life and death many times, and has already cultivated an unspeakable tacit understanding.

On the other side, Braum placed the two poros on the snow, so that they would be next to each other, one big and one small.

The two little guys stared at him intently, as if they were worried about him.Bron immediately showed a bright smile: "Don't worry, Bron won't fall easily!"

Then he stepped forward to Olaf, and stood ready with his shield erected.

"Come on! Eat me with an axe!"

The muscles of Olaf's legs swelled high, and he jumped to the top of Braum's head like a spring, trying to jump over the shield's interception and attack him directly.

Braum saw what he was doing and raised the shield above his head.The tomahawk struck the shield, creating a gust of frosty mist. The huge force caused Braum to bend his knees and almost kneel into the snow, but he immediately summoned up stronger strength to push back, and threw Olaf to the ground. behind.

Olaf, who fell into the snow, almost slipped off the cliff. He hooked the lower edge of the axe to the jagged rocks to stop the fall, and climbed up with gritted teeth.He found that his arms were covered with hoarfrost that couldn't be rubbed off, and his movements became much more sluggish.

Shaking his head and forgetting about it, as long as there is an opponent is enough at this moment, Olaf roared and launched an attack again.As he lunged forward, the tomahawk roared and ripped through the air, delivering a deadly blow.

The tusk-shattering mammoth blow landed on Braum's shield only to slither back half a step, and the latter took advantage of the gap to throw a punch from the side, breaking the corner of Olaf's mouth.

"You can't break through Bron's defense."

Killing people must be punished, and Olaf's eyes turned red instantly when he was ridiculed by Bronn.

"Very good!" Blood froth flew out from between his lips and teeth, Olaf smiled angrily, his eyes were dull, and his mind was already immersed in the blood mist of the frantic battle.

He held up the double axes and roared to attack from the front. Seeing this, Braum shrank his body behind the shield and used his strong arms to support the shield, only showing a bald head to observe the opponent's situation.

The edge of the ax fell like a violent storm, Olaf's red eyes widened, his eyelids did not blink, and every slash was accompanied by the sound of piercing the air.But no matter how he stormed, he couldn't break through Bron's heavy defense.The ax slammed heavily on the shield not only did not show any signs of damage, but the frost aroused every time made his movements more and more sluggish.

"Are you fucking made of an iron bucket!" Braum's watertight defense made Olaf feel uncomfortable, and the cold wrapped his body, just like the snow that was falling more and more.

He felt his anger fading as his strength weakened, and he was suppressed by the cold.But his ambition was not willing to give in, he shook his body and bit his cheek, scarlet foam appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't feel any pain.He was immersed in the boiling blood, allowing the gradually rising anger to break through and overwhelm his reason.

Olaf's body exuded the blood mist of frantic fighting, fighting against the frost enveloping his body.Losing his mind, he has turned into a ferocious killing machine, roaring and swinging an ax like a madman.As the anger continued to rise, the blood mist representing the unyielding will gradually overwhelmed the cold frost of ancient magic, and the ax became fast and fierce. Behind the shield, Braum felt his arms tingling and gradually unable to support him.

The thunder rolled, and at a certain moment Braum saw a trace of cold blue flames igniting in Olaf's blood-red eyes. An older and more primitive Olaf, naked with blood on his hands, covered in mud and beasts Wei Wu seemed to be looking at him coldly through those eyes.

The eyes of the sheep's head on the shield lit up, but the light was not azure blue, but like a red-hot soldering iron.Braum felt that his heart was connected with the earth, hot magma flowed in his veins, and the pulse of the earth injected him with infinite power.

Olaf jumped up vigorously, and as he swung his double axes, a thick bolt of lightning broke through the wind and snow in an instant, reflecting the black shadow of the rugged mountain peak, like a maw with criss-crossed teeth, as if it wanted to tear the earth apart.

The double axes slammed on the shield accompanied by lightning, and Olaf flew upside down in the dazzling sparks, and fell heavily on the rock behind.

Several people in Winter's Claw were stunned, not only because the battle between the two men changed the color of the world, but also because they all heard a crisp sound of horns clashing.It seemed that at the moment when Olaf's battle ax was engulfed in thunder, Braum gathered the strength of the ground under his feet and slammed it out fiercely.

Outrageous!

After watching the duel with a look of astonishment, Zell realized that he didn't take a sip of his drink, and the water droplets flowing down the cup wet a large piece of newspaper.

The physical fitness of the two people is not like that of human beings. Even if he uses both the anger potion and the steel potion, he can't get involved in this level of battle, not to mention that he still sees the shadow of a demigod behind each of them.

This is no longer a petty fight between mortals, but a fateful duel watched by God.

In the place of Freljord, it is not too rare to fight side by side with gods, but it is a pity that such a scene did not trigger the mission.

"Hahaha, come again!" Olaf quickly stood up, laughing frantically.

Sejuani noticed that he was out of that mad state, a discovery that surprised her since only she could order Olaf out of it.

She looked at Bron, who was as steady as a rock. Although his chest heaved violently, there was no doubt that his performance just now had proved himself.

"Enough, this is not a duel." Sejuani shouted, "I already know the answer, so there is no need to decide the winner."

"Oh, disappointment." Olaf put the ax behind his back and spit on the snow.

That's when a snowball hit him in the face, exactly what Bron did.

(End of this chapter)