The hammer in Orn's hand flew up and down on Volibel's body, he had already pinned his brother to the ground, and he had no idea that he would be attacked by "his own people", nor did he expect that there was a threat to him in addition to Volibel.

The huge trunk of the tree slammed into the back of Orn's head with a loud noise that made Jeno's eyes squint in empathy, and he couldn't bear to look at it.

This slap in the face...... Be ruthless!

Jeno was deeply worried about what was wrong with Syndra's smack, and if Orn had brains, he might have spilled it.

When he opened his eyes, he saw hot lava trickling out of the back of Orn's head, weaving a web of rivers. It was the blood of the earth, reflecting the orange-red fire.

Consequence...... It was as bad as he expected.

"When it's over, will Orn hold a grudge and stop forming an alliance with us?" Looking at the angry Orn, Ezreal was the first to panic. If Orn had settled accounts with them, the Avarosa wouldn't have sided with them.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jeno was also very apprehensive in his heart, and it could be seen from Orn's violent beating of Volibell that this old guy was also a violent temper. But stopping Sindra from going berserk at this moment was obviously more important than explaining it to Orn.

He ordered the undead warriors to help Alvarosa encircle Winterclaw, then flapped his wings and flew towards Sindra to contain her. But at the same time, a thunderclap exploded in his ears, and a thunderbolt pierced the clouds and landed on Volibel's raised claws. The lightning-glittering claws slammed into Orn's drowsy head, leaving a horrific scar on his face.

He laughed, and the crackling of thunder weaved into his saw-like laughter, which shook people to pieces. Volibel's hearty laughter echoed across the battlefield, and he had never been so relieved.

He felt that the jealousy in his heart had been relieved, and he was in a happy mood...... All the while, Volibell was jealous of his brother.

Obviously, Orn didn't do anything, and he didn't even recognize those followers as believers, but he was able to gain the selfless love of the furnace family by striking iron, and it was praised through the ages. And he, who is also the old god, must keep fighting all the time, otherwise he will be forgotten by the world.

But even so, he did not gain much faith, let alone develop the same large number of faithful followers as the Furnace family. He's just built a terrifying notoriety, never had a true believer, and the bears were all here to gain his power and finally succumb to the walking dead that Spirit Bear turned into.

So, every time he saw Orn, Volibell would be furious!

Jealousy turned into a thunderbolt on the giant claw, Volibell swung wildly, Orn lowered his head and blocked with the giant horn, and the frantic attack forced him back again and again.

Originally, Orn had completely suppressed Volibel, but Sindra's smack completely reversed the situation, and he was completely suppressed by Volibel.

Each of Volibel's claws was a sign of his jealousy, and Orn responded with a red-hot hammer that smashed into Volibel's ribs, the hot lava exploding on his fur in an attempt to force him to defend.

But the latter had already given up his defenses, pouring out all his anger on Orn, and the thunder slashed Orn's beard and scorched his wounds. Volibel's offensive is furious and reckless, and he can be called the ancestor of the berserker after knowing that the Freljord Berserker's tactics are all derived from him.

The fierce battle between the old gods was going on earth-shatteringly, and only the eyes and mouths of Orn and Volibel were dancing with blazing lightning and fire on each other's faces, vaguely reflecting the shape of their facial features, and the rest of the parts were either scorched or blurred with flesh and blood.

Thunder shook the earth, magma flowed out of the black cliffs, and a network of rivers scattered into flames rushed down the hillside, rushing towards the basin of the valley. Lightning struck the cliff face, ablating the torn rock.

The heat of the ground melted the snow and ice, revealing pitch-black mountain rocks. A pungent fog mixed with steam enveloped the bear and the ram, and only the blue and white electric light and the hellish scarlet fire could be seen.

Taking advantage of Syndra's attention drawn to the battle between the Old Gods, Jeno sneaked up in the smoke and quietly approached her. Sindra levitated in the air bent one leg slightly, her palms held flat on her sides, palms upward, and three dark orbs of protective body were suspended beside her, slowly rotating around her.

Jeno appeared from behind, flicked the obstructive orb with his prosthetic leg and wrapped his other hand in front of her, his arm around her neck. Sindra roared and fought back, but the other party seemed to know her weakness clearly, and had already strangled her hands around her waist with her other hand, and the huge restraint force made her slender arm unable to move. She kicked her legs, but couldn't kick Jeno who was clinging to her.

Jeno had already studied Sindra thoroughly. When she uses telekinesis, she needs to use gestures to exert maximum power, and if her hands are controlled, then her resistance will be much less.

But he didn't expect that Sindra, under the influence of Spirit Bear, would become as ruthless as a berserker, ruthless to his enemies, and even more ruthless to himself!

Sindra clenched her only movable palms into fists, and then the two dark orbs around her instantly squeezed and deformed, looking like they were about to burst.

Jeno was frightened by her fateful move, even if it was to blow him up and break free, there was no need to detonate the orb by his side! It's going to hurt herself!

He subconsciously turned Sindra's position half a circle, blocked the magic ball with his back, and quickly generated a tortoiseshell-shaped back armor with his core, trying to protect the two of them as much as possible......

Rumble! Rumble!

With two muffled sounds, Jeno felt a huge impact behind him, and the aftermath of the energy swept him away, all he could do was hold on to Sindra tightly, and move the arm around her neck slightly up to protect her head.

I saw the scene in front of me fly away and retreat, the cold wind whistling and scraping my cheeks, and then the pain of the impact came with a bang. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had fallen to the deck.

Listening to the squeezing sound of his teeth squeezing from the deck below him and the wail of his own bones, he looked up and looked around in confusion, the force of the impact was lighter than he expected, and it did not break the deck.

He looked down into his arms, but the impact, which wasn't a threat to him, sent Sindra unconscious. He brushed away her white hair and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure there were no scars on her scalp.