With Jeno's acquiescence, the duel happened naturally.

On the one hand, he wanted to see which of these two fierce men was stronger and which was weaker, after all, they were the most powerful warriors under the command of the two war mothers, fighting with honor on their backs, and they both had extraordinary blood flowing on their bodies, this must be a bloody and wild struggle.

On the other hand, Sejuani's words made him aware that something unusual must have happened to Olaf. After ruling out Spirit Bear's influence, he had to find out what activated the berserk blood in Olaf's body as soon as possible, so that he could calm him down.

Olaf and Tedamir are both Freljord's toughest warriors, their attacks are uninhibited and undisciplined, but each blow is a sacrifice of their lives and a desperate effort.

"I'm going to cut off your head and use it as a night pot!" Failing to cut off the head of his foe made Olaf even more furious, and he struck with rage, his axes swinging faster and faster, flashing with lightning and frost, and striking straight to the point.

Tedamir was thus left with a hideous wound in his chest, but the power of the ice could not freeze his blood, nor could the pain bring him to his knees. He laughed angrily and slashed out. The blade swung across Olaf's head, and he could feel the cold of the blade burrowing into his scalp. He removed his helmet, the two iron horns on it had been severed, the cut was smooth, and the cold air was unobstructed.

Olaf's ambition was not willing to give in, and his blood boiled with rage. He shook his body and lunged towards the death he had always dreamed of. He leaped high and slashed down again, and the lightning struck the dark night sky as expected, striking Tedamir's blade with the axe, blackening it with smoke.

Tydamir felt his muscles melt, his muscles erupting, the pain of his blackened scar tearing up and his anger burning tangibly in every corner of his body. Caught in a rage, Tedamir fought back, his strength soaring, and each slash was able to crack the rock. In addition, his body began to heal itself quickly under the unbridled burning of anger. The scorched black skin that had been struck by the lightning quickly faded, revealing new mottled skin, and the lines of the muscles seemed to explode.

Olaf bit the muscles in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth frothed scarlet. He roared, wielding an axe like a madman. He didn't feel the slightest pain at all, and the axe swung faster and faster, all he wanted to do was hack his enemies to death before he fell.

Tedamir also forgot about the pain, and slashed out one knife after another. His furious roar echoed through the valley like the echo of the earth. His thoughts are strikingly in line with Olaf's, and he also wants to cut open the other person's body before he dies.

One is hysterical madness, the other is a rage like no other, and the two are evenly matched to the death, attracting many onlookers, both the Claws of Winter and the people of Avarossa.

They didn't know what the duel was all about, but the excitement of the show kept them from taking their feet off the rails. Even though the wild sword light demolished the nearby tents, even if watching the battle was equivalent to putting their lives in danger, the enthusiasm for the battle forced these belligerent ice people not to retreat, and they let out enthusiastic cheers and cheers from the bottom of their hearts.

As the number of onlookers increased, even Orn couldn't ignore the battle of Taniguchi, and couldn't help but cast his burning eyes on this battlefield.

"Come, let me sing a funeral song and give you a rest of the monster!"

The battle was raging, and for a moment it was impossible to see who would stand last, but Olaf suddenly began to sing.

This is a ballad he composed in advance for the moment when he died in battle. Although the lyrics are simple, the momentum in them is not far from the legends of the bards who roamed the ice fields.

The onlookers of Freljord thought it was nothing strange, even Ash and Sejuani, who watched the battle with great engrossion.

But Jeno sensed something unusual in it.

As Olaf sang the funeral song, his movements became more and more heroic, as if he were ......

It's like you're fighting a giant beast instead of a human!

"He looks like he's sleepwalking!"

"Sleepwalking? You're not kidding. Sarah heard and shook her head noncommittally.

How can a person sleep in a dream while fighting such a fierce battle in reality? It was impossible, the pain of a knife slashing into the flesh alone would have woken him up.

Unless...... Unless he has a dual personality. One is sleeping, the other is fighting, and both are going on at the same time.

"If it's not sleepwalking? And how to explain Sejuani's sudden inability to wake up Olaf? It was precisely because he was in a dream that he did not see Sejuani's eyes that he could not be freed from his state of mental blackening. ”

"I always feel that your explanation is a little too far-fetched." Sarah still doesn't believe it, after all, Jeno's assumptions are too unreasonable.

Just then, Nunu, whom they had been looking for, appeared. He is attracted by the fight in front of Ash's tent, and the huge snowman lifts the little boy Nunu to push the crowd closer to the battlefield, and Jeno spotted the Snow Twins standing out from the crowd at a glance.

"Nunu, come here!" His eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a way to prove his conjecture, and called Nunu's name from a distance through the crowd.

"Jeno, why are they fighting! Fighting so fiercely, isn't there any revenge! Nunu followed the sound and approached, and touched his brain suspiciously.

"I suspect that bearded man dreamed of something bad, use your magic to manifest his dreams, and we can find out what happened to him and drive him crazy like this."

"Right now!" Nunu enjoyed the feeling of being asked for help by others, especially the feeling that he belonged to him, which greatly satisfied his vanity. He secretly drove the Ice and Snow Gem, spilling out a handful of white exercises, condensing into a crystal clear dream like ice and snow.

As the dream solidified, the sight that Olaf had "seen" came into view.

In the dream, Olaf was not in a makeshift camp in the Furnace Country, but in a barren sea of ice.

On the sea of ice, he was the only one.

Around him were dense swarms of ice giants that broke through the ice sheet and slumbered vertically on the ice, covering almost an entire sea of ice.

It was not Tardamir who was fighting Olaf, but an incomparably terrifying ice worm with steel and iron bones. Each time it writhed and pumped its long body towards Olaf, it exactly coincided with the trajectory of Tydamir's swing!

By taking a seat at the number, you can find that every person in reality, including Jeno, corresponds to an ice giant worm in the Ice Sea Dream Realm, and Ash and Sejuani are the two most conspicuous queens among them.

So it is not difficult to conclude that Olaf dreamed that he had become a warrior who bravely entered the sea of insects. His plan was to sneak into the center of the sea of insects and kill the queen without alarming the sleeping sea of insects, but he was stopped by the queen of insects and started a desperate struggle.

Many in the crowd saw the dream and realized that they had become evil in Olaf's eyes, and immediately shouted and cursed in dissatisfaction.

The voices of the people were boiling, and the dream was reflected in the sleeping sea of insects being awakened like a tide, and the ice giant insects writhed their ugly bodies wildly, making strange and ugly hisses. Like a group of demons dancing wildly, the insects are boiling in the sky.