Chapter 1066: The End
Voliber and Orn fought together again, twisted together.
Voliber's Claws, Orn's Warhammer and Horns, the two behemoths are fighting frantically with their bodies as weapons.
Rhodes and Bron, who had completed their initial mission, withdrew from the battlefield, cleaning up the surviving bearmen while quietly waiting for them to decide the final victory.
"Boom-"
"Bang-"
"Bellβ"
The two behemoths wrestled and collided again and again, spitting fire and thunder, wielding warhammers and claws, trying to use their power to the fullest, trying to completely break each other's defenses.
And so, a terrible attack that was enough to destroy a city smashed on the bodies of two men without any fancy feelings, leaving them with one scar after another.
Even so, neither Orn nor Volibell paid any attention to the wounds, which were nearly a meter deep β as if for them, the injuries were not worth mentioning at all.
Uh, well, maybe it's not worth mentioning.
Volibel, who was burned by the flames, was still dripping saliva from the corners of his mouth, and his mouth was a little leaky, which was the scar left on him by Orn in the last battle of Furnace Country - after being burned by Orn's bellows flames, even Voliber could not heal his wounds, so he could only hold on for now, enduring the pain while overcoming the difficulty of movement, and trying to tear Orn apart as soon as possible.
Similarly, Orn is in a bad state right now, and although he has climbed up after Rhodes bought him time, the spear and axe that the bears left on his lap are still there, and he is still faltering and could lose his balance at any moment - and with barely maintaining his balance, Orn has almost completely lost the initiative in the fight.
In this situation, both Orn and Volibel are trying to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, and Orn hopes to use the static brake, using the advantage of the warhammer in his hand and the double horn on his head, to seize the flaws in Waliber's attack and turn defeat into victory.
In the same way, Volibell is using the fight to gain time, and Orn's inflexible legs become his breakthrough, and he prefers to drag it until Orn's legs can't support it.
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Soon, Orn and Volibell fought from dark to dawn, and then from dawn to dark, and both Rod and Brom cleaned up all the bears, and these two guys were still beating me and claw at you, and there was no intention of stopping.
In this case, Bronn finally couldn't help but speak: "You say, how long will they fight?" β
"I don't know." In the face of Bron's question, Rod could only shrug his shoulders and say that he didn't know, "Legend has it that they can fight for months at a time, and I'm already thinking about whether to leave directly." β
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Hearing what Rhodes said, Bronn reflected in it - indeed, in Freljord's lore, it was really possible for the gods to fight for months at a time.
ββ¦β¦ Why don't you go and help? After a slight hesitation, Bronn tentatively offered one of his own immature ideas, "They've been fighting for too long. β
"Not really, right?" Rod scratched his head a little embarrassed, "I always feel like it's not proper to meddle in heads-up - I even suspect Orn will be angry and upset with my help." β
"Uh, okay." After thinking about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case, and Bronn could only nod helplessly, "We just wait?" β
"Wait." Rod shrugged, "I always had a hunch that their fight might not last that long. β
"What do you mean?" Hearing Rod say this, Brown was a little surprised, "Didn't you just say that they had fought for a few months before?" β
"yesβbut that was before." Rod narrowed his eyes slightly, "That time it should have been Volibel who escaped, right?" β
"This ...... The legend does not mention it. β
"That's it." Rod nodded, "And this time, if nothing else, it was Volibel who escaped." β
Before Rhodes could finish speaking, Orn and Volibel collided terribly, and Volibel swung out with both palms and swept hard at Orn's neck, but at the same time, Orn's warhammer also smashed into Volibel's head.
The next moment, both sides tacitly chose to retreat, and did not engage in a lose-lose battle - just then, Voliber leaned down.
And then...... Turn around and run.
In the face of Voliliber's sudden slipaway, Orn had the heart to intercept him, but the scars on his legs kept him in place - with his legs almost smashed, he was barely able to stand up, and it was almost impossible to chase someone.
Although he was reluctant to do so, Orn could only watch Volibell leave now.
It was also at this time that Rod, who had been prepared, disappeared in place.
Now is the time to wait!
Orn doesn't have the strength to intercept it, but Rod does!
Although the energy reserves in the staff are running out, it is enough to deal with Volibell without the bears to clear the field!
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Turning around, Volibell left the battlefield in disarray.
This time it was not fought - although the ambush and surprise attack caused Orn a lot of trouble, but because of Rod's troubles, this advantage not only did not translate into victory, but even his own carefully prepared siege was ruined.
In the absence of his subordinates, Volibell faced Orn, who was in a defensive posture, and was stunned that he did not take any big advantage......
The battle dragged on for more and longer, and seeing that the battle had changed from a small advantage to a close match, Voliber couldn't continue.
So, after another collision, Voliber chose to go first.
Since Orn can't be defeated, there's no point in continuing to drag it out.
"Damn." Volibel, a fast-moving man on all fours for a hundred years, grumbled in a low voice, "Where the hell did the mage come from?" Is that spell a time spell? β
Then, just as Volibell whispered a whisper, a voice appeared above his head.
"Mortal ......" Voliber stopped and looked up at Rod, "who the hell are youβwhy do you have to go against me?!" β
"Watch your words." Rhodes raised an eyebrow, "Now, respected Mr. Thunder RoarβI hope you'll be sincere enough, or I'm afraid I'll be impatient and go on an interesting god-killing operation." β