Chapter 837 [0824] Provocation

Olaf revealed his ignorance of Demacia as soon as he opened his mouth.

The merchants called Lux ​​"Laxana" because of her status as an emperor. She was the queen of Demacia and a well-deserved majesty - but Olaf did not understand Demacia and did not know Lux herself, so he regarded "Laxana" as a full name according to the pronunciation habits of these Demacians.

That is, Laxana.

Of course, Olaf was not the only one who had this misconception.

Ovoli did not fight back on this point because he thought so too and did not find any problems.

Ovoli, who had no idea that the other party had already shown his weakness, was now carefully looking at the "competitor" in front of him with the most cautious attitude.

In Ovoli's eyes, the tall and strong guy in front of him did not look like a good person at first glance.

Not only is he bigger than the average Freljord, but he can also wear a tattered fur vest without feeling cold and speak with full energy when the Breath of Anivia is raging now, which is enough to prove from the side that he has strong blood and extraordinary fighting power.

In the Freljord, a person's ability to withstand cold is basically positively correlated with his personal strength - the stronger the person, the more he can endure the extreme natural environment of the Freljord and fear the severe cold and snow.

A guy like Olaf who still exposes his arms in the Breath of Anivia must be not easy to mess with!

Therefore, Ovoli looked quite cautious and did not respond immediately.

This is not to say that he is afraid of the other party, but the time is more delicate now. Even if there is a conflict, it is not the time to take action - judging from the situation on the open space west of the Newskala Pass, there are more than three or five people who have the same idea as Ovoli and hope to become the blood alliance of Her Majesty Laxana. Taking action now will only benefit those competitors.

After all, so many warriors have expressed their loyalty, so Her Majesty Laxana must also conduct a corresponding competition.

Ashe had participated in a blood alliance competition before, and the result can be said to be very successful. Although the guy named Tryndamere, who was lucky, was said to be annoying at first glance, he was quite capable.

Ashe was successful, so Her Majesty Laxana should also learn from the experience, right?

Ovoli, who was trusted by the tribe, did not want to expose his characteristics before the competition began because of a young man who came from nowhere. As an experienced hunter, Ovoli knew that it was best to conceal all his traces as much as possible before launching the final attack.

This should be correct in the current situation.

Seeing Ovoli's expression become solemn and serious, Olaf's attitude became more contemptuous.

He was also observing the opposite side.

Although he couldn't see through Ovoli's mind, judging from the other party's unwillingness to respond directly and his dusty appearance, this guy was probably not a big shot.

I'm afraid he is really not Her Majesty Laxana, and he may not know Her Majesty Laxana.

Moreover, judging from his behavior, after hearing his provocation, the other party did not have the slightest preparation to try, and even vaguely distanced himself from him.

This set of actions was almost subconscious, so the guy in front of him was probably not a warrior.

It was not easy for Olaf to combine this information together. If he thought from a logical point of view, it would be difficult for him to figure it out in an instant.

But under the blessing of instinct, Olaf's mouth reacted before his head.

"Ha!" Olaf's tone was extremely disdainful, and his mouth was almost grinning to his ears, "Another coward!"

Ovoli's blood was boiling. For a Freljordian, this provocation was enough to cause a fight!

However, in Olaf's expectant eyes, Ovoli finally just took a deep look, and then chose to bypass him and leave without saying a word - he had more important tasks to do, and now was not the time to get angry with a bastard!

Ovoli was shouldering the entire tribe!

Looking at Ovoli's back as he left, Olaf snorted disdainfully, and then stayed there, waiting for the next challenger he liked.

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After bypassing Olaf, Ovoli's chest seemed to be blocked.

Being provoked but unable to respond is a very painful and humiliating thing for any Freljord person, but Ovoli had to choose to endure it for the sake of the tribe.

However, even if Ovoli was mentally prepared, when he walked into the Neuskara Pass and saw his competitors, Ovoli finally couldn't hold it anymore.

For poor Ovoli, the strength of his competitors on this trip seemed a bit too strong.

The attraction of Her Majesty Laxana was quite amazing. Ovoli could not imagine what kind of person could make these warriors from various tribes take out the most precious things in their tribes!

The completely peeled sea worm skin that Ovoli saw from a distance before was quite spectacular after being hung up as a flag, but Ovoli knew very well that it was definitely not the work and technology of a single person, but the efforts of a tribe.

So although Ovoli envied it, it was just that.

However, when he approached the tents of these people, carefully observed the decorations of their tents, and saw those "unpretentious gifts", Ovoli finally felt a little numb.

These Freljord scums did everything they could to please Her Majesty Laxana. There was nothing they couldn't do. Some people even made a slate painting boasting about their experiences and placed it outside their tents, fearing that Her Majesty Laxana didn't know his past.

The competition has changed!

It has become rolled up!

It seems that his only chance is to get as close to Her Majesty Laxana as possible and win with his sincerity!

The more he observed other people's tents, the more frightened Ovoli was. He had to tell himself repeatedly that everything had just begun, everything had just begun.

Before the results came out, everything was still unknown!

Her Majesty Laxana had not arrived yet, but judging from the situation west of the Neuskara Pass, the competition had already quietly begun.

In the plains west of the Neuskara Pass, everyone was adjusting their status, waiting for the arrival of the Demacia Warmother.

Only Olaf was alone, like a street urchin, wandering around the key area to Neuskara Pass, stretching his neck and looking around, his eyes like a lone wolf patrolling his territory, looking for reliable prey.

But unfortunately, he seemed destined to not find it.

Not in good condition, only this much is left after deleting and reducing, sigh.

I'm very sorry...