The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Berserker

Galen began to adjust his breathing and use the skills he had 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 her shield to cut off the head of a nightmare warrior. The long-term high-intensity battle made this brave female warrior feel exhausted, and said loudly, “They keep coming!”

“Then let’s fight non-stop!” Galen used his strong body to forcibly contain the toxin, and continued to fight without flinching.

Suddenly, the ground trembled.

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

All the fighters of the Fearless Pioneer felt a shock first, and then an uncontrollable sense of despair.

“Damn it!” Varya scolded angrily, “It’s impossible to kill them all! These monsters!”

“Captain!” A soldier shouted to Galen, “What should I do?”

Galen frowned. He knew that he could never retreat. If he retreated, it would be tantamount to abandoning the residents of Fossbarrow. This was something he would never allow as a Demacian soldier.

“Lax, I hope you can succeed…you must succeed.” Galen thought in his heart, and then pointed his sword at the nightmare giant, telling his comrades his determination with actions.

The nightmare army was still frantically rushing up to the high platform, and the giant’s huge palm had already covered the sky above the Fearless Pioneer, pressing down fiercely, trying to smash them into meatloaf.

“All prospective [resource; source’ group]: 9? 8; 0; 2?. 0′. 5,, 8″5. ;6 Prepare!” Galen’s waist sank, and he was ready to resist the impact [resource; source’ group]: 9? 8; 0; 2?. 0′. ; 6 prepare.

The giant’s hand was getting closer and closer.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

A loud piercing sound passed through the quiet battlefield. Silver light cut into the giant’s wrist. The huge palm deviated from the direction and landed on the side of the high platform, crushing many nightmare creatures to death.

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

The main body of Liu Guang is a rough-looking battle axe, the blade reveals the frost faintlyThe cold light exuded a savage and primitive atmosphere, and it was obviously not a weapon made by Demacia craftsmen with fine steel skills.

The warriors of the Fearless Pioneer all looked towards the direction where the streamer was flying. A Freljord berserker with an ax in one hand was laughing heartily, rushing into the crowd of nightmare monsters without any scruples, chopping melons. Like vegetables, they blazed a trail of blood. It was Olaf who had returned after running for the axe.

Galen kicked a tiger away and asked, “Varya! Rodion! You have fought against the Freljord. Is that their berserker?”

Varya swallowed her saliva, and watched Olaf feel like no one was in the middle of the nightmare army, and her scalp was a little numb: “I have seen a berserker… but I have never seen such a powerful one… he doesn’t even have protective gear. Do you dare to fight like this without it?”

The appearance of Olaf attracted the attention of quite a few nightmare creatures. The nightmare creatures in his direction turned their targets and besieged him one after another. This relieved the pressure on Galen and the others a lot.

Olaf let out a deafening battle roar, his ax and fists swiftly harvested the nightmare creatures, the efficiency was actually higher than that of Galen and the five of them combined.

Olaf didn’t wear any armor. The weapons and fangs of the nightmare creatures kept adding wounds to his body. Soon Olaf turned into 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 injured he was, the more excited he became, and he rushed to the high platform very quickly. At this time, he was already covered in blood and blood.

The Dreadnoughts watched Olaf vigilantly, beware of this Freljord man attacking them madly.

However, Olaf didn’t seem to be interested in them. He just retrieved his second ax on the high platform, held the ax in both hands, jumped off the high platform with a wild laugh, and fought with the monsters again.

“What a lunatic!” Valya was completely stunned. She had seen Freljord berserkers fighting with wounds for wounds before, but she had never even heard of such crazy and powerful berserkers. Said.

Section 35

“Crazy or not, at least we are temporary comrades in arms now.” Galen reminded his teammates to concentrate on fighting.

“How long do we have to defend?” Rodion asked pantingly. Although the appearance of Olaf eased the tense battle situation, the number of Nightmare Legion still showed no signs of decreasing.

“Stay until Lux…” Galen looked at Olaf’s bloody back, hesitated for a moment, and continued, “The kid named Rorschach is back, we can only trust them now.”

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Lux held up her cane, and the light on the top of the cane acted as a lighting lantern.

I don’t know if it’s because she is too tired, or the shadows in the open space are too deep and dense. The light from the cane can barely illuminate a small area, and the visibility is only seven or eight meters.

The golden light in Lothar’s eyes was shining brightly, and Lacus kept injecting magic power into his body, so that he could see more clearly.

“We seem to be almost there.” Lothar looked straight ahead and said to Lacus on her back.

Fossian’s tomb is not luxurious at all, it’s just a hill covered with weeds, and the weeds grow wantonly, almost covering the entire tomb. There is a huge stone tablet on the top of the grave, on which a eulogy is engraved to praise the achievements of Fossian Crownguard, but this stone slab is also dilapidated and decayed, full of cracks and moss, and a corner is missing. A simple cairn was piled up with stones at the top of the mound, and black smoke floated above it.

“Do you think your grandfather hid a magic weapon in his grave or something?” Lothar asked suddenly as he recalled something, and there was a faint phantom pain in his missing right arm.

“Ha.” Lax was stunned, “What are you talking about?”

“It’s nothing, pretend I didn’t say anything.” Lothar shook his head, and immediately turned his gaze to a person standing in front of the stele.

The man had his back to them. He was not tall and very thin. He looked like a little boy no older than eight or nine years old. The clothes on his body still seemed to be high-quality goods, but they were already tattered and covered with mud and leaves. He said standing, but he was actually standing and floating in the air, with his bare feet off the ground.

“No wonder there is no trace of him leaving home at his house. It turned out that he floated away.” A doubt in Lothar’s heart was resolved.

Lacus called out to the little boy softly: “Is that you, Luca?”

The little boy didn’t answer.

Lacus felt a little apprehensive, and continued, “Luka, your mother Giselle asked us to pick you up.”

The little boy shook his shoulders lightly: “Go home”

Lacus nodded: “Well, go home, Luka.”

Luka turned around and faced them.

Lothar and Lacus gasped at the same time, shuddering.

The little boy’s eyes were lifeless, the whites of the eyes could not be seen, and the entire eyes were pitch black.

He was smiling at Lothar and Lacus, with a cruel grin at the corner of his mouth.

“But I don’t want to go home.” Luka chuckled, “And I’m no longer Luka.”

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I will never forget the Berserkers of the Freljord.

They are like unkillable monsters, with infinite strength. You won’t die if you don’t lose your head and don’t wear your chest. Even if their arms or legs are cut off, they can continue to fight on the remains.

In short, what I want to say is that if you see a group of Freljord warriors blushing terribly on the battlefield, try to run as far away as possible and let the artillery and archers deal with them. Believe me, even if you are covered in armor, these crazy people can kill youOne or two pieces of meat were pulled off the body.

——Excerpt from the autobiography of a Noxus veteran