Chapter 197 4.57 Death Canyon

2 days later.

"Fuck you!"

"Run!"

Loki grabbed his companion who was struck by lightning and pushed away the pile of corpses in front of him.

"Boss, fuck, don't do it"

"Sart, listen to me, you were electrocuted and can't move now!"

"If you continue to stay in the canyon, you will be trampled into a pulp by the Slavic slaves rushing from behind!" Loki pulled up the second companion who was paralyzed by the electric shock from the ground. When the first round of lightning struck, the two of them were struck, and their flesh and blood were blurred and their bodies were paralyzed.

"Throwing you off the cliff is your only chance. Watch the opportunity and try not to land flatly."

"Remember, find a gentle slope with a road, and don't try to enter the holy mountain!

Wait until the sun rises tomorrow morning, whether you win the battle or not, open the portal immediately!

Good luck!"

After speaking, Loki raised his arms and threw the paralyzed companion into the lake at the bottom of the mountain along the waterfall.

He knew that a living person would most likely die if he fell freely from a 400-meter-high cliff into a deep pool.

But in a hurry, this was the only reaction he could make.

Throwing away his unconscious companion, the Slavic slaves behind him, holding their weapons high, rushed forward like a tide. Loki was unable to resist the surging flow of people, so he could only join the team and rush forward.

A large group of Slavic rebels stranded in the canyon and unable to move were trampled into meat paste.

**

Fine snowflakes fell again in the gloomy sky. This is a sign that autumn is coming to an end and winter is coming. Bursts of heavy thunder struck the ground fiercely. Hundreds of storm monks in the narrow valley around them had walked out of the rock caves on both sides, jumped up, and fell from the sky.

They were dressed in black robes, holding all kinds of strange weapons in their hands and slashing at the Slavic rebels crowded in the canyon. These people were all chosen by the gods in the Hall of Valor. They jumped into the crowd fearlessly and swung their weapons to slash at anyone they saw.

In a panic, another large group of slaves were pushed down the cliff and fell into the lake at the bottom of the canyon.

When Loki saw this scene, he had to admit that he underestimated the defenders of Valhalla and the madness of Bakambusi.

All the Slavic rebels in the field were wailing, and only Bakambusi laughed loudly through the valley: "Hahaha! Comfortable, really comfortable!"

"The one in the sky, come more fiercely! I like this feeling, hahaha, I haven't felt pain for a long time!"

"I like you so much!!"

At first, Loki would try his best to use his hands to dig apart the Slavic serfs piled in front of him, but as more and more people crowded together, the storm monk swung the axe and could even harvest a piece directly!

In desperation, he had to pull out the blood axe on his back and chopped hard, trying to cut a path.

"Brothers, the mountain gate is just ahead. Now what we need to do is to fight our way out of this valley. Everyone, follow the king's black bear and charge forward!

We must rush out of this valley, otherwise we will all die. Brothers, charge!"

On the extremely chaotic battlefield, Loki rolled and crawled over the mountains of corpses one after another. In this narrow valley of death, the Slavic rebels' advantage of large numbers had nowhere to play. Their individual combat capabilities were far behind those of the storm poets who had been practicing in the Hall of Heroes for a long time.

In just a few minutes after the lightning struck, the Slavic slaves piled up in the valley had died into small hills one after another. This brought suffering to the advance of the follow-up troops.

But even so, the Slavic army still maintained a good speed of advance, for only one reason: Bakambush who was at the forefront.

He and the huge black bear beside him greatly broadened Loki's horizons. Since the battle took place, Bakambush has almost completed half of the killings in the Slavic army alone.

His fighting skills are extremely simple. Loki lay in the pile of corpses and observed for a long time, but he didn't even see him display any "divine power".

This man didn't even have a weapon.

All his attacks came from his own body, and his fighting skills were only "punching after charging", "swinging palms after charging", and "head or elbow strikes after charging". This fighting style is no different from the human bear in the primitive natural environment.

It's just that

his punch can easily punch the storm monk from front to back. Similarly, his simple palm can blow three or four enemies away for dozens of meters like a fly, and they will immediately become a bloody picture when they hit the stone walls on both sides.

Simple, simple, and very direct, but it has to be admitted that it is very effective.

"Haha, it's pretty good, and it's pretty meaty!"

"You have to show some strength for me, but don't die all at once, or you can't stand the beating"

The blood-soaked Bakambusi's eyes flashed with excitement, and he wiped the blood off his face fiercely. The next target was a Storm God Messenger floating in the air.

The thick lightning bolts that fell from the sky came from this man's hands. He wore a dark blue robe belonging to the Storm God Messenger, holding a hammer in one hand and a sword in the other.

There was no doubt that this was a "Thunder Caller" with a high sequence level. It was he who led his disciples to set up the first line of defense in this narrow canyon.

"Haha, ignorant white bear. I recognize you."

"On weekdays, you hide in Murmansk, so I can't control you, but today you dare to come to my Viking Holy Mountain to seek death. You can't blame me for that!"

The Storm God opened his hands, and two thick thunderbolts nearly 5 meters in diameter struck from the sky. The targets of the thunderbolts were not the ant-like Slavic rebels in the narrow mountain stream, but the two hidden caves in the mountains on both sides. The thunder accurately shattered the boulder covering the entrance of the cave. As the ground trembled, two giant snakes as thick as a Viking longship crawled out from the belly of the mountain.

The strange snake opened its mouth and swallowed seven or eight Slavic rebels in one bite. Then, two thick strange snakes rolled down to the center of the canyon, easily crushing a group of Slavic rebels with their huge size. The two snakes had apparently been trapped in the cave for quite some time.

They opened their mouths, revealing several sharp snake teeth. Just when the teeth dripping with transparent venom were about to hit Bakan Bushi's back, a high-pitched bear roar came, and the black bear following Bakan Bushi grew in size by several meters.

It smashed the head of a giant snake with one slap, then opened its bear mouth and bit down 7 inches of another giant snake.

This gave Bakanbusi time to face the Stormbringer.

Although it was only a few seconds.

But time is enough.