In the alliance, the more they attack me, the stronger I become!

"You dragged me away from a glorious death, only to return me to such a lousy opponent?! Braum, you deserve to die!!"

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Knock knock knock knock knock…

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

The sharp kitchen knife kept chopping the meat on the chopping board. It was obvious that what would be cooked out soon would be a plate of exquisite food, but Cheng Xiao was a little scared.

Glancing towards the kitchen, the beautiful girl wearing an apron with only her underwear underneath still had a cold expression.

No one knew where her next cut would land.

"Cheng Xiao..."

A cold voice suddenly came.

Cheng Xiao couldn't help but shudder, "Uh...what's wrong?"

"Last time I caught you and Sejuani hugging each other, but that was definitely not your first time, right?" Ashe's faint voice sounded scary.

"No...it's the first time..." Cheng Xiao swallowed.

"How can you be so skilled the first time?"

"No……"

"You clearly agreed to be my blood ally, yet you secretly met with that woman... Cheng Xiao, this is wrong."

Benedict!

The kitchen knife fell on the chopping board again with a heavy sound.

The sausage and the chopping board underneath were cut in half.

The silver-haired girl slowly turned her head, the sharp blade touching her cold smile.

"Do you think I should punish you~?"

"Let's not do that..." Cheng Xiao immediately clamped her legs together subconsciously, protecting little Cheng Xiao tightly.

The gentle Ashe has disappeared, and now he just wants to escape.

It would be better to escape to Sejuani... Sejuani will definitely not be so cruel... for sure...

No... maybe... maybe...?

Hard to say……

Cheng Xiao suddenly felt that the world was so big that there was no place for him.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Then came the anxious cry of Elder Winter Claw:

"Lord Ashe, Lord Cheng Xiao! The second camp in the northwest of the alliance has been attacked by the Ursine!"

Chapter 67: Kids, I'm back

[The Lost never leave their hunting grounds, but they also don't allow anyone to enter their territory.]

This sentence is the consensus of all Freljord people and is also the contract made by the bear spirit and the three sisters tens of millions of years ago.

But now, the bear people have violated the eternal agreement.

A group of bearmen attacked the mines at the foot of Mount Karkos, slaughtering hundreds of miners and more than a dozen Freljord Alliance warriors there in just half an hour, and then immediately headed towards the Alliance's second camp expanding to the northwest.

In just half a morning, at least three hundred people died tragically at the hands of the Losers.

As for the poor people killed by the bear people... their bodies were gone and it was difficult for them to even be buried in peace.

Their bodies were brutally swallowed by the bearmen.

The supreme guard leader of the second camp, Mother Dalwali, led her army to attack, and a head-on war broke out with the bear people on the spacious plains.

She brought eighty Dalwalli warriors and sixty Alliance Iceborn to fight against twenty-four bearmen.

The numerical advantage is overwhelming.

But the results...

"These damn monsters..."

Dalwali, the fighting mother, whose one hand had been bitten almost to the point of being broken, was panting. She turned her head and looked around the battlefield, only to see countless of her companions killed tragically. Every corpse was bitten to pieces, and broken limbs were everywhere on the battlefield, making it like a purgatory on earth.

It was not like she had not led people to fight against other tribes before, but battles between people usually involved aiming for the heart or head to kill with a single blow, and in most cases the bodies would be left intact, so the scene would not be too horrifying.

And fighting the bear-men...

Dalwali Zhanmu looked down at her almost broken arm. There was only half a bone and a few pieces of rotten flesh left on it, and it was crumbling.

These monsters had no tactics or rules, fighting only in the most primitive and brutal way, yet their combat power was surprisingly strong...

If hit by their sharp claws, the armor will shatter instantly; if bitten by their fangs, the muscles and bones will be as fragile as tofu.

They follow the ancient path, pursuing only the most primitive victory and the satisfaction of their desire for killing, without any reason at all.

In this battle, they lost most of their soldiers, but only killed the enemy...

Three-headed bear man.

There's no way to win... These monsters are not something mortals can defeat...

The Bear Spirits... The Lost Ones... Only the Three Sisters can defeat them... And they broke their pact with them...

"May the Three Sisters Secret Sect bless you..."

Darvali War Mother gritted her teeth and tried her best to stand up from the ground, but she didn't have the strength to lift her heavy ice axe.

She was ready to die in battle.

"For... the Freljord Alliance...!"

After a roar, she dragged her broken body towards the huge lost one, intending to use the most primitive means of attack when she was unable to lift her weapon - biting with her teeth!

Teeth are not exclusive to you Lost Ones!

"War Mother...!"

When the Dalwalli warriors saw the war mother rushing towards the bear people without hesitation, they immediately cried out in grief.

But just when everyone thought that Dalva was about to die heroically fighting against the mare, a flying axe suddenly attacked.

Boom!

The axe blade hit the bear man's head, and the powerful force split the bear man's hard skull. The axe was stuck between the bones and squeezed out countless blood and brain tissue.

The bear-man roared in pain, but his deep roar was soon drowned out by another louder voice:

"The desire to kill is rising!!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw a shirtless strong man rushing into the group of bears with an axe.

His strength was so terrifying that even the bearmen couldn't gain any advantage from him. He was only half the height of the bearmen and looked like a child in front of them, but the fighting power he displayed made the bearmen feel that they were difficult to defeat.

He pulled out the axe from the head of the first bear man, and continued to chop and hack with both axes. Although more and more wounds appeared on his body, he did not show any signs of fatigue, but became more and more courageous as the battle went on.

When he was about to be surrounded by the bear people, another strong man holding an oversized shield rushed out - he was even more muscular, more than two meters tall, and his forearm alone was as thick as a normal adult's thigh.

The two of them didn't cooperate well, but as long as they maintained an attacking and defending state, they wouldn't be broken through by the bear man's claws.

With their crazy attacks and impeccable defense, more than 20 bearmen were unable to do anything to them.

This scene shocked everyone.

Warmother Dalvarli was even more shocked when she recognized one of them—the berserker with double axes.

"Olaf...isn't he dead?!"

Dalwali Zhanmu clearly remembered that the berserker in front of him went with Cheng Xiao to challenge Xiong Ling, and finally achieved his dream on the top of the mountain - to die with honor.

That was what Cheng Xiao said herself... They even observed a moment of silence for this Berserker.

But this... coming back to life...?

Strange, so strange!

Dalvar's mother was bewildered, while the situation over there became increasingly clear - ordinary bearmen could not break the cooperation of these two strong men, and their numbers were decreasing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The situation was reversed in an instant.

Everyone went from fear and despair to excitement and rejoined the battlefield - even those soldiers who were seriously injured and fell to the ground at least raised their arms and cheered at this moment.

The balance of victory began to tilt, and the dawn of humanity seemed to illuminate the Freljord again.

But...reality is obviously not as good as imagined.

The human side has seen the emergence of powerful warriors far superior to ordinary humans, and the bear people will naturally have even more powerful beings...

Boom——! !

A huge bolt of lightning struck without warning.

Although it didn't hit anyone, the terrifying aura and deafening sound alone were enough to shock everyone.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and a human-like figure appeared behind the bear people.

A... "person" wearing a fur coat.

He looked very thin, short and bony, but the bear people around him respectfully made way for him when they saw him.

His facial features were no different from those of a human, and his shriveled skin revealed a sense of weakness, but the terrifying aura he exuded made even Olaf smell the scent of a perfect ending.

He slowly walked past all the bearmen and stopped in the center of the battlefield.

Then he raised his hands high and made the prayer gesture of a devout believer.

"My beloved God... I am willing to sacrifice everything to instill your will into the ignorant human race... God loves the world and bestows His grace upon us with His ancient ways..."

"Where did this idiot come from?" Olaf rushed forward with two axes in his hands, seriously suspecting that he had been wrong just now.

His combat instinct told him that the "human" in front of him was dangerous, but his eyes told him that such a thin person could not pose any threat to him.

But he was very unhappy with this mysterious look.

"Come! Let me chop off your skull!"

The two axes chopped down at the same time, aiming directly at the opponent's neck.

But just as the head was about to fall to the ground, the skinny man slowly stretched out a finger and pushed towards the axe.

Everyone thought they would see a bloody scene of fingers being chopped off by an axe blade.

But the fact is...

Boom!

After a loud bang, Olaf's axe stopped in mid-air.

The other party blocked his axe with just one finger.

But that finger...

These weren't the fragile bones of a human, but fingers that were thicker and stronger than a polar bear's...

The man's right hand had somehow swelled to an enormous size, even larger than the arm of an ordinary bear man - almost as thick as his torso.

The muscles on it were clearly visible and so strong that even Olaf felt ashamed of himself.

But the other person still maintained his original state, with a thin body connected to these thick arms, looking deformed and twisted like a monster.

“For God so loved the world…”

Before Olaf could come to his senses, the other party had already placed the absurdly large hand gently on his head.

Like the gentle touch of a priest.

But the next moment...