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

Boom! !

Like a sledgehammer hitting him in the face, the fist, which was bigger than Olaf's head, instantly knocked him into the ground.

The soft snow was compacted in an instant, and Olaf's body seemed to have fallen into a deep pit and disappeared.

I can't get it out even if I try.

Such a reversal made everyone scream in fear again.

But the knowledgeable Dalwali War Mother suddenly understood...

For a moment, endless fear enveloped her - even the previous hopeless battle was not as terrifying as this.

In front of that skinny "human", she saw no hope of survival.

If the bear-men were no longer something humans could resist, then the monster before them could easily destroy humanity...

She was sweating profusely, her body trembling as she shouted out the name in fear:

"The messenger of the Bear Spirit... the Lord of the Hunted Animals...!"

As soon as this name came out, everyone reacted instantly.

Then there was deep despair - all Freljordians knew what this name meant.

It is the spokesperson for the Bear Spirit, a powerful being second only to the Bear Spirit among all the Lost Ones. It is a terrifying creature that possesses both human intelligence and extraordinary power...

Rumor has it that this is the last hurdle before anyone meets the Bear Spirit. It carries out the Bear Spirit's will and possesses terrifying power bestowed upon it by the Bear Spirit himself.

It is a symbol of disaster and a symbol of catastrophe.

If you see it...

That means you are not far from seeing the bear spirit.

"You are a pure warrior, and the gods recognize your adherence to the ancient ways."

The Beast Hunter Lord stretched out his other arm, and the withered flesh quickly turned into a thick bear-man arm with a disgusting cricket-pupa sound - no, it was a monster arm that was more deformed and more powerful than an ordinary bear-man.

"The gods are pleased that you can follow the ancient Savage Path."

"But your act of protecting the weak..."

"The gods are unhappy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Beast Hunter Lord slammed his other hand into the deep pit.

Boom!

There was another dull thud, and bright red blood immediately splashed out from the deep pit.

It then switched to its right arm, determined to smash Olaf to death.

"You nagging thing... If you've got the guts, kill me..." Olaf said defiantly, but it sounded so weak. "If you can't kill me, you're a coward... And your god is a coward too...!"

This sentence completely angered the hunting lord.

As the most devout and powerful believer of the Bear Spirit, he would not allow anyone to insult Volibear in front of him.

He had a fierce look on his face and clenched his hands into hammer shapes, ready to smash Olaf's head.

At the critical moment, the bald strong man finally broke free from the entanglement of other bear people and rushed over.

"Please don't hurt my friends!"

Braum raised his greatshield before the Hunter Lord's fist could strike.

Boom-!

The sound of this punch was both dull and loud, and the aftermath was even enough to blow an ordinary person away.

But...Bron remained motionless under the shield.

The shield in his hand was also intact.

It was as if the Beast Hunter Lord's powerful attack was completely absorbed by something and failed to cause any damage.

The Beastmaster was stunned for a moment, and Braum immediately pulled Olaf out of the pit and carried him away.

Although those blows didn't kill Olaf directly, they broke all his ribs and even his face. His left cheekbone was completely shattered. The distorted face and the constant flow of blood made him look very creepy.

Seeing this, everyone was completely desperate.

The bear man they had tried their best to defeat was easily dealt with by Olaf, and that beast lord...

With just one hand, he crippled Olaf...

How could humans possibly resist such a terrifying force?

Not to mention the bear spirit behind the hunting lord...

"Are you okay, my friend?" Braum shook Olaf's shoulder, but the latter grimaced in pain - his body was about to fall apart.

But even so, Olaf roared with his decayed voice:

"You bastard... why are you trying to stop me again... I want to die in battle...!"

"What's wrong with being alive?" Braum shook his head and took the cute Poro off his shoulder.

Then placed it on Olaf's almost shattered chest.

"Gugu~" The furry little animal made a cute sound.

Olaf was still struggling and screaming, but his tone was obviously not as aggressive.

Then, Braum stood up with his huge shield and faced the terrible monster.

His attack power is not as good as Olaf's, and of course he cannot kill the Beastmaster, but he has absolute confidence in his shield - even Volibear's thunder cannot break it, let alone Volibear's men?

"I'll hold it back, you guys run now."

Braum half turned his head and gave a confident smile to the Dalvar War Mother behind him. His two rows of big white teeth were even more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

"As long as I have breath left, I will save all of you!"

"This..." Dalwali Zhan's mother didn't understand why this strong man in front of her, whom she had never met before, helped them - even at the cost of his life.

But that’s not the question to think about now.

"Everyone... retreat!"

Warm Mother Dalwali shouted, and all the warriors began to retreat to the second camp.

Braum picked up his shield and rushed towards the Beast Hunter Lord alone, and all the bear people around him surrounded him.

Countless attacks came at the same time, but the huge shield still stood firm - not even a trace was left.

In the end, the Lord of Beast Hunting took action himself, attacking with two huge fists at the same time.

Braum raised his shield just in time to block the attack.

But... the hunting lords are not those unintelligent bear people.

His first punch was blocked by the shield, but it also put great pressure on Braum. Then he took advantage of the gap when the shield moved away and quickly threw a second punch.

This time it hit Braum directly.

Boom!

The terrifying force directly knocked Braum away, and the blood that kept spewing out of his mouth dyed his mustache red.

The hunting lord is pressing forward.

"This shield...has an abominable aura."

"This is the aura of 'protection'..." Braum struggled to his feet, his shield raised once again. "Protect... everyone!"

"High-sounding words." The hunting lord raised his fist again with disdain.

The shield was still intact, but Braum no longer had enough strength to hold it tightly.

The powerful impact knocked the shield out of his hand and made him dizzy.

The Beast Hunter Lord waved his hand, and the bearmen who were about to rush up to besiege Braum immediately turned around and chased the fleeing Freljord Alliance.

For a moment, screams and wails filled the entire plain again.

The Beast Hunter laughed cruelly, grabbed the tall Braum with one hand and prepared to crush him to pieces.

But just as it was about to exert force, it suddenly felt that its arms were powerless.

It's like... being frozen.

Frozen... ?

The hunting lord looked at his thick arms in confusion, and actually saw a thin layer of ice crystals on them.

Its sensitive sense of smell detected a scent of danger.

Turning my head, I saw three black spots appearing on the horizon.

Next to it... were the corpses of several bearmen.

Its subordinates who went after the mortals died silently in just half a minute.

He didn't even have time to let out a roar.

"I'm surprised to have met so many qualified people today... God loves the world. Perhaps you should abandon darkness and embrace light."

The hunting lord looked carefully and found that the ice crystals on his arm were made by one of the three people.

The man in the middle was a short male human wearing a mask, emitting a powerful icy magic.

Olaf, who was lying on the ground unable to move, also noticed the three people.

But he ignored the two girls beside him - Ashe and Sejuani, and only stared at the young man in the middle.

His eyes were blazing.

Extremely excited.

"Boss, you're back..."

Chapter 68 Bear: That must be me

Cheng Xiao was surprised three times in one day.

The first shock was that the gentle Ai Xi was so "fierce" in her emotions that she almost resorted to knife attacking little Cheng Xiao.

The second shock was that the bear people would launch an attack on human society so quickly, and they even sent out a bear person of extraordinary status like the Animal Hunting Lord.

The third shock...

"Olaf?"

Even though the Berserker was beaten into a pig's head and his face was distorted, Cheng Xiao could recognize him at a glance.

"It's you……?"

"It's me... Boss..." Olaf was deeply moved to see his boss after such a long absence. If he couldn't possibly die a glorious death in battle, then his boss was the one who would break the prophecy. He was so happy to see his boss.

"You..." Cheng Xiao rubbed his eyes, still a little bit unbelieving.

"I, it's me...that's right..." Olaf nodded repeatedly.

Cheng Xiao paused.

Then he asked uncertainly, "Have you also developed a sense of joy in combat?"

"Ah...? What's so good?"

"Fighting is fun."

"Fighting what?"

"Fight... forget it."

Cheng Xiao jumped directly to Olaf, who was lying on the ground and unable to move, and felt his carotid artery with his hand - it was still beating, so it seemed that he was not enjoying the battle.

"How did you get out of there? It's unbelievable."

"That's because..." Olaf got angry when he said this. He raised his head while enduring the severe pain all over his body, and looked at another bald strong man in the distance with eyes full of resentment.