The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Meeting God

The entire tribe fell into a tense atmosphere. The tribesmen did not notice the change in the weather. They obeyed Tryndamere’s command and began to pray to the boar god, granting strength to the warriors of their tribe.

The warriors moved out the wargs and Juvask wild boars from the animal pen, and they were going to ride to the mountain where the accident happened.

“Tryndamere!” Lothar ran to Tryndamere with Olaf. Tryndamere was already sitting on the back of a warg. “We’re going too!”

Tryndamere didn’t talk nonsense, and ordered one of his subordinates: “Lead them two wolves!”

The running speed of the warg on the plains was slightly slower than that of the Juvask wild boar, but once in the mountains, the warg’s agility could quickly throw off Juvask.

The wolf riders headed by Tryndamere were the first to reach the mountainside, and the scenery in front of them shocked everyone.

The mountain was hollowed out.

The towering mountain has been hollowed out into a huge hole. The size of the hole is incalculable, but the volume of the entire mountain has been reduced by at least half. It’s like scooping a big spoon out of a cake.

But this is not a cake, but a mountain.

“This is definitely not something that Noxian black powder can do!” Lothar suppressed the horror in his heart, thinking quickly, one possibility after another flew through his mind, but he couldn’t find it anyway. Explain this abnormal phenomenon with a reasonable explanation.

No, there is a possibility that can reasonably explain this phenomenon.

Or in other words, the existence of this possibility itself is unreasonable.

Lothar thought of the giant bear that burned down a large forest in just a few breaths in the hunting ground.

“Miracle!” Some of the warriors started to exclaim, “This is the power of the gods!”

Lothar looked at Tryndamere and Olaf. The former had a serious expression, while the latter had already begun to sharpen his axe.

“Olaf.” Lothar whispered to the berserker beside him, “If things don’t go right for a while, we’d better run away.”

“Ha.” Olaf was dumbfounded, “Why? It’s not like I haven’t cut God before.”

“It’s different this time!” Lothar was a little anxious, “We don’t even know we’re going to face each other! And last time you didn’t have a real fight with Bear Spirit, so what if it’s a real god this time!”

Olaf snorted and said: “I can’t wait for it! You have to run away! I must fight!”

Lothar had a headache. He didn’t want to watch Olaf, a powerful thug, die in vain, but he also knew how stubborn this berserker was.

While Lothar was still racking his brains on how to persuade Olaf, the mutation regenerated.

Blizzard is coming.

The severity of the cold wind suddenly rose several notches. Lothar hurriedly grabbed the rein of the warg so as not to be blown away: “What’s the matter!”

Along with the cold wind came hail, fist-sized hail pouring down, and the warriors raised their weapons and shields to protect their heads.

The temperature also dropped rapidly, and the cold iron armor of the warriors quickly frosted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“This is so unnatural!” Lothar hid under Olaf’s arms, his eyelashes and lips were covered with hoarfrost in an instant, and the cold invasion was more violent than any winter Lothar had experienced in his life, just like …like…

Section 61

The day Lothar was eroded by the pure ice.

Severe phantom pain came from Wuwu’s right arm. Lothar gritted his teeth and looked at the distant sky.

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

The red and blue halos reflect the shape of the wings.

“Look at the sky!” Lothar yelled, and everyone followed the prestige to look, and the red and blue lights in the sky became more and more dazzling.

In the end, the dark cloud was blown away by a powerful shock wave, revealing the red and blue radiant body.

The owner of the ominous crimson light was a giant flying in the sky. His red-black body was weird and misshapen, with membranous wings covering the sky behind him, and he was holding an epee as huge as himself in one hand, and it was this sword that emitted a scarlet light.

No one knew who this weird and terrifying giant was. Countless Freljord myths flickered in Lothar’s mind, but he was still unable to find the god corresponding to this giant.

The owner of the icy blue light is a giant bird, the whole body is crystal clear, as if it is composed of ice crystals, her wings are so big that they can cover the sky, every time she flaps, there will be a strong wind that can stir the clouds, accompanied by countless ice crystals. 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 many titles – Ice Crystal Phoenix, God of Ice, Snow and Winter, Patron Saint of Thousand Miles of Snow Field, Blessing God of Healers and Kind People, a reincarnated person who has experienced countless lives and deaths, Eternal Mother…

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

Since Anivia’s purpose is to protect, then the object she fights must be for destruction.

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

Everyone! retreat! “Tryndamere gave the order very decisively. This is not a battle they can participate in. Their presence here is meaningless.

The warriors also obeyed orders very well, although seeing the legendaryNivia made their hearts surge, but now was clearly not the time to kneel and pray.

“Olaf, let’s go!” Lothar grabbed Olaf’s arm.

“I won’t go!” Olaf looked at the sky frantically. The battle between the two gods made the world ashamed. This kind of battle was exactly what he longed for.

“Don’t be stupid! They’re fighting in the sky! Can you still fly!” Lothar poured a basin of cold water on Olaf’s head, and he was stunned.

“It seems… yes…”

“Why are you still standing there! Run!” Lothar patted Olaf’s worg’s ass, and the two of them retreated down the mountain following the retreating tribal warriors.

A resonant phoenix cry resounded through the entire sky, and the overwhelming ice storm frantically rushed towards the scarlet giant.

The giant let out a hoarse and ear-piercing roar, and swung the huge sword in his hand wildly. The crimson sword energy broke the ice wind, and the blasted wind was deflected, and part of it was blown towards Tryndamere and the others on the mountain.

“Ahh!” Several warriors were caught off guard, and even men and wolves were blown off the cliff by the unstoppable gust of wind.

Lothar survived by hiding his whole body behind Olaf. He clamped his legs to the warg under his crotch, desperately urging it to speed up and escape.

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“Mom, what does Anivia symbolize?”

“She symbolizes the patron saint and protects each of us.”

“I want to meet her!”

“That can’t be done, baby.”

“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 get through it.”

“So amazing! How did Anivia do it?”

“Let’s save this story for tomorrow, my little rascal. It’s time to go to bed tonight.”

–bed time story