Locke's power is approaching.

"Wow, that's strong?"

A resounding blow from Heartsteel produced a response that left Herren in disbelief.

The Heartsteel's physique boost is based on the opponent's strength, but this one boost alone was more than the boost Herren had given to the Frost Priest and the Noxians he had previously dealt with.

Olaf is actually that strong.

Sure enough, after a commotion in the ruins, a robust figure lazily emerged and casually shook his neck.

The blow, powerful enough to shatter a wild boar's skull like an egg, landed squarely on Olaf's head, yet it seemed to merely loosen his muscles.

"You've got some skill! You can pique my interest a little... Heh ha!"

Olaf leaped into the air, brandishing his double axes, and slammed them down heavily on Heron.

Harren raised his warhammer to defend, but Olaf's immense strength slammed Harren into the ground, and Harren could even faintly hear the cracking sound of his bones and joints being severely damaged.

He hurriedly wielded the power of entropy, using the power of True Ice to force Olaf back. Then, he unleashed the power of Ornn within his body without reservation, and the burning First Flame instantly covered his entire body.

"Oh?! Finally, something fun is happening!"

Having regained his footing, Olaf looked at Harren, whose eyes were spitting fire and whose body was wreathed in flames. Instead of becoming cautious, his eyes lit up and he became even more excited.

He rubbed the blades of his double axes back and forth, making a series of noisy creaking sounds, and said provocatively.

"Come on, I won't hurt you...at least not by much!"

"hehe……"

A cold smile appeared on Herren's lips, his fighting spirit burning brightly.

Because he could see that the Heart of Steel mark above Olaf's head was slowly healing...

"Come!"

Harren struck first, raising the power of entropy and charging towards Olaf.

……

……

The fight between the two lasted almost the entire day, from dawn until dusk, and into the late night.

Ara, who was told by Herren to wait where she was, was initially very worried and kept a close watch on him, rubbing her staff from time to time, ready to help at any moment.

But as time went on, seeing the two of them going back and forth, neither able to gain the upper hand, she got tired of watching and squatted down to the side, hugging a radish and starting to eat it.

Gradually, the sounds of fighting faded away...

Olaf's stamina is almost limitless, and he himself is practically immortal... Heron went all out, unleashing a barrage of deadly attacks on vital points, and each time Olaf neither dodged nor evaded. Even when he was knocked away, he would immediately bounce back up, becoming even more excited.

At least in terms of his prized physique, Helen is completely outmatched by Olaf, that monster...

However, the reason he was able to fight Olaf for so long wasn't entirely due to his physique; the main reason was that this was his "fountain"...

Ornn is right here... The divine power within Heron's body can be continuously replenished; the Primordial Flame never dies, constantly repairing Heron's body and providing energy.

Perhaps Ornn is watching him right now... only he sees it as a minor squabble between mortals.

Herren is also getting stronger. He doesn't even know how many blows he's taken from Olaf, but every time he gets stronger, Olaf gets stronger in return.

Gradually, even though divine power would not run out, Heron's own physical strength and energy began to give out.

After mustering all his strength to send Olaf flying again, Heron stood there panting heavily, and then simply shoved the power of entropy onto the ground.

When Olaf stood up again with great enthusiasm, he was stunned to see that Herren had put down his weapon.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"What? What are you doing? Can't we stop fighting?"

"We're not even decided yet! It's a fight to the death!"

"Oh well!"

Herren simply plopped down on the ground, crossed his arms over his chest, and stiffened his neck, revealing his vulnerable neck.

"Come on, kill me."

"..."

Olaf's face flushed red and then turned pale, but the honor of being a Lokfa warrior made him absolutely not allow himself to kill an opponent who had lost his will to fight.

He angrily swung the axe and cursed.

"You're such a spineless idiot with no fighting spirit!"

"What fighting spirit? I'm not a Locke Lawman."

"Oh? You know where I'm from? Oh right... you even know my name."

Only then did Olaf recall that Herren had called him by name as soon as they met, and he had assumed it was an acquaintance...

Because he was so engrossed in the battle, Olaf had almost forgotten about it...

Olaf tucked the two axes into his belt and walked toward Herren.

"You're a stranger, I probably haven't seen you before... Why did you suddenly attack me? Do you also yearn for a glorious death in battle?"

"Ha, you can't kill me... if you ask why."

Herren pointed to the ruins cleared by Olaf and the two men fighting, and said slowly.

"You destroyed my home."

"……Well."

Olaf looked at the mess and awkwardly scratched his head, a hint of guilt flashing across his face.

As a warrior of Lokfar, robbery and plunder were commonplace for him, but he also held Helen, an opponent with whom he could fight all day, in high regard, and thus felt guilty.

"Excuse me... Uh? Wait, why would anyone live in a place like this?"

"Never mind that, I have the inheritance rights to this land anyway."

Herren said confidently, and then began to ask questions in return.

"But you, with nothing better to do than smash up other people's houses?"

"How was I supposed to know that anyone would live in such a godforsaken place!"

"And so Olaf said angrily."

"I was tricked by the Nutai people! They said there was a legend about a mountain spirit... but when I came here, it was just a wasteland!"

"Huh? What do you want with old Orn?"

"What else can we do?! Of course, we'll fight! If it's a demigod, he'll surely die a glorious death for me!"

Olaf said with high spirits, but it took him a long time to react.

"Huh? Old... Ornn?"

"That's right, it's the old goat you mentioned. He does live here, and I know him very well."

"real?!"

Olaf walked over with delight, looking at Herren expectantly.

"Could you take me to see him, friend?"

"Hehe...of course."

Herren smiled meaningfully, but that smile made Olaf feel uneasy, as if he were being watched by something.

He instinctively felt that something was amiss... but his desire to die a glorious death quickly put this minor discomfort behind him.

"Great! Let's get going! I can't wait to enjoy dying in battle!"

"Don't rush."

Herren stood up and called out to someone not far away.

"Let's go, Aurora! Let's take this new friend to meet old Ornn. Let's go together... as guests."