At the beginning, Se Zhuoni set up a ring just to save trouble.

There are too many "young talents" attracted. Even if she can "competition and engage in marriage", she cannot fight to the end, so she simply let them choose internally.

Then... as the battle became more and more intense, everyone gradually became angry.

They are all Freljord's bad temper, who is worse than who?

Moreover, they are all handsome young men from all over the country, and there are always some frictions between tribes. In this case, the scale of the arena battle will soon begin to expand...

First, some guys who won a row of winning streaks made a fuss, mocking the losers wantonly, and provoking the guys who had grudges with their tribes to come to fight with him.

Then someone couldn't help it. Even before it was his turn to go up to fight, he set out a clearing in the valley not far away to make an appointment with the people.

Although it is not a victory in the competition for the Blood League, it can at least be a good match!

Under such circumstances, some people who were not interested in the Blood Alliance finally began to become interested.

And Olaf is one of them.

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Most people would say that death is a terrible thing, but certainly no Olaf is among these people.

This berserker lives only for the roar of war and the roar of steel. He has never been afraid of death. In a sense, he has been chasing death and pursuing death.

The desire for honor and the curse of nothingness in the nameless death drove Olaf to rush into every battle - Olaf listened to the call of bloodthirsty desire deep in his bloodline, and only when his blood boiled, he felt that he was truly alive.

Olaf was born in Lockfast and spent his childhood there.

Lockfast is a coastal peninsula, located in the most barbaric area of ​​Frellzowd, similar to the frozen plain, both are “recognized as barbarians by barbarians”, and are at the low end of the discrimination chain of regional discrimination in Frellzowd and even the entire runeland.

Getting close to the sea of ​​winter doesn't make the weather slightly better, even a little bit. In Lockfast, rage is the only flame that warms frozen bones, and blood is the only liquid that can flow freely.

The cruel environment has long since given the different personalities of the Rock Franchise. Compared with the Frelljords, they are more radical and crazier. Moreover, they do not believe in the three sisters, but follow their instincts of furiousness.

For the Rock Firm, nothing can be worse than getting older, weaker and forgotten, and fighting is the only proof of their existence.

As a typical Lockfast warrior, Olaf has never lacked extraordinary glory and is not reluctant to share it with others-one evening, when he and his tribe were bragging in the embers of a newly razed village, an older warrior became tired of Olaf's bragging.

The old soldier used the provocation method to ask Olaf to divine it and see if his fate fits his complacent. The old soldier knew very well that this nagging guy was indeed very good at fighting. It was not easy to shut up Olaf with his record or something else. The only thing that could limit him was his fear of unknown fate.

After all, no matter how powerful a person is, he will often be afraid when facing an unpredictable fate.

The provocation method is very useful to Olaf. Even before the elderly soldier finished speaking, Olaf agreed.

After sarcasm in various ways, Olaf threw the dead beast's elbow bone and predicted whether his death could reach the peak of honor according to Lockfast's method.

Then, as the tribes read the prophecy, all laughter gathered together: according to the hexagram, Olaf would live a long life and remain calm throughout his life.

"Live for a hundred years, and a healthy life" may be a good blessing in Ionia, but in Freljord's Lockfast, it is an absolute mockery, because here, only cowardly cowards can live for a hundred years, and heaven is to the left and warriors to the right, and real warriors have always died on the way to charge.

In other words, according to fate's prediction, Olaf will eventually be a coward.

Everyone's eyes when they looked at Olaf were soon filled with mockery. They all shook their eyebrows, as if they were saying, "You guy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but I didn't expect you to be a coward in the end."

This silent mockery made Olaf extremely angry, but the result of divination was so that no matter how angry he was, it would be useless.

So, Olaf, who had been singing and showing off for endlessly, finally fell silent.

The older soldier achieved his goal, happily drank a large bucket of wine, and then fell asleep quickly by the campfire. Instead, Olaf tossed and turned, unable to sleep no matter what.

Is this your own destiny?

In the end, I will die of old age by the bed like a coward, and when I die, I will have children and grandchildren.

No, it is definitely not like this, it cannot be like this!

Taking a deep breath, Olaf simply raised his two axes - he planned to find a strong enough opponent, and then fight to death to mock fate and prove that he is not a coward who can only die of old age!

Then, the question is here.

Which opponent can be considered strong enough?

After thinking about it, Olaf decided to challenge the Frost Snake.

This monster has swallowed thousands of humans and ships in its long life, and for all warriors, they will challenge this monster as long as they want to reach the end of their lives.

Olaf rushed to the beach with a roar, and the thrown battle axe split the ice layer above the beast's nest, and then started a fierce battle with it.

Without considering life and death, Olaf was finally swallowed by the beast in one bite, and then, even in the esophagus, he still waved his battle axe.

This will be a battle of glory!

I challenged my strongest opponent and fought to the last moment!

When Olaf let himself rush into its dark stomach, his consciousness finally went dark—and then, not long after, the stinging ice water awakened him from the darkness, and beside him was the scarred body of the beast floating.

Olaf's battle axe broke through the body of the Frost Snake from the inside. Under the influence of his rage instinct, he finally killed the beast.

After blinking, Olaf finally dragged the beast's body out completely from under the ice, and then spat fiercely.

he—tui!

Is this the Frost Snake?

It's really ridiculous!

Olaf curled his lips disdainfully, then took his own pair of battle axes and left Lockfast.
Chapter completed!