After reading a poem, Ivar smiled and raised his hand, letting a candle-sized flame appear in his palm. Bjorn knew that he had no chance of winning anymore, so he turned around and ran towards the depths of the woods!

Ivar smiled even happier: "I am Ivar, the 'boneless', and you are Bjorn. But now, I didn't run away, but you ran away? It's not so good, since you are nicknamed 'Iron Bones', then you should die in battle, just like the poem, the loftyness of death and the glory of death!"

The candle-sized fire left Ivar's palm and slowly stretched into the sky. The heavy rain was like a dent, but the small fire burned resolutely. Soon, it rose above the woods, and the next moment, it expanded into an extremely huge fireball, pressing heavily towards the woods below!

A huge fire appeared in the woods, and Bjorn's shrill howl came from it. Ivar stared at the fire with his eyes, which lasted for a long time in the rainstorm. Bjorn's shadow reflected in the layers of fire. He grabbed his hair and raised his head and roared wildly, and then rolled on the ground in pain. His hands and feet danced into terrifying shapes, like ghosts and demons struggling in purgatory.

He struggled to escape from the fire, but soon the shadow disappeared, but the howling still came. After a while, the howling turned into a whine. After a thunder, Bjorn's voice completely disappeared into the woods.

"The magic disappeared."

Ivar raised his head and let the rain wash his eyes and cheeks.

"This is my last brother... the last relative. I have given the best conditions I can give, and I have even forgiven his betrayal. Why did he betray me again and again? Why do we have to fight to the death?"

Bjorn's disappearance caused the rebels to collapse immediately. However, Ivar neither attacked with flames nor ordered his subordinates to chase him, but was stunned for a long time in the rain.

"Yes... it's her, it's her provocation that eventually killed my younger brother. It's so cunning and despicable. But what should I do? I like her more and more... and I hate her more and more, and I can't forgive her anymore! What is this feeling... it's yes, it's love! Now, I love her like never before, and I love her to the point where I want to kill her!"

In the heavy rain, he burst into laughter, and the laughter even suppressed the rolling thunder. Suddenly, he left the rebels and his army and rushed towards the mountains alone. His body gradually turned into flames while running. No one dared to stop him, so he could only let go and make way, watching him rush into the mountains, leaving only a white mist in the air and a long charred mark on the ground.

After a while, the rebels and the Aztlan army fought again. No one knew where Ivar had run, and no one had the energy to care. In order to survive on the battlefield, everyone did their best.

The sky gradually darkened, and it was inferred from it that it was almost evening. Suddenly, a burning fire rose from a mountain. The flames became bigger and bigger and hotter, illuminating the surrounding mountains again. Although heavy rainstorms kept pouring, they all turned into water mist before touching the fire.

Seeing the fire, Amy knelt down and bowed her head and prayed silently in the direction where Bjorn left.

"Bjorn is probably dead. The action of seducing Ivar is almost certain to die. He knows that he still volunteers, and he is worthy of the title of "Iron Bone".

——"Amy, where are you?"

Ivar's voice came from the fire, followed by a crazy laugh.

"Don't hide anymore, Amy, come and fight me. There can only be one guardian of Lokika!"

The dark mountains answered Ivar's laughter in silence.

"You still have to hide, right? Yes, you have always liked to hide. From the first day we met, you have been hiding behind those groups of Zeland villagers! So long has passed, and you have not changed at all, and my approach is naturally the same as at that time-"

A shocking roar was like the collapse of the sky, and endless fire poured down towards the mountain beneath Ivar. In an instant, the entire mountain turned into a sea of ​​fire. The heavy rain continued to fall, and Ivar was like crazy, pouring magic into the mountain beneath him with laughter, until everything on the mountain turned into scorched earth!

"Divid your soldiers in every mountain? That's my first warning." His hand pointed in a direction casually, "Give you ten minutes, ten minutes later, I will destroy that mountain. Next, I will destroy all these mountains one by one until you come out!"

Amy heard all these words.

"What should I do? Lord God?" The soldiers around him cast panic eyes, "He took all our brothers hostage!"

"Isn't that right? Ivar was crazy and chose the most magical method." Amy replied, "But we can't give him ten minutes of rest. Just use the previous plan and provoke him again!"

The soldiers nodded. Soon, a huge cross stood up from a hill under the pull of the rope. With this signal, crosses of the same size stood up one after another from the hill, and at first glance, they looked like a huge group of tombstones.

"…this is your answer right? OK, that's what you want!"

Amid the laughter, the second mountain was poured into scorched earth by Ivar with a fire.

"Second warning," said Ivar. "It's still ten minutes, and in ten minutes, I will destroy the third mountain."

"Even the big elves can't turn all the mountains into scorched earth in the heavy rain." Amy calmly encouraged the soldiers around him, "If you burn one or two mountains like this, your magic should be exhausted. At that time, we can counterattack."

However, Ivar's voice continued to come:

"Listen, I only attack the place where the cross is standing. If you push the cross down, you will be spared from death!"

"It's this kind of threat again, Ivar, you haven't changed." Amy replied softly to Ivar's voice, "It's a pity that Ivar, the former master of your body has done too much. The group of people who are still standing by my side and resisting will never succumb to your threat!"

Ivar was laughing, laughing continuously.

"The last ten seconds--ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Many crosses were still standing upright. However, there was one—that one cross that slowly fell down from the hill.

"Just put down a cross, it should not affect the situation of the war." The city-state soldiers who put down the cross thought to themselves, "It's just to hide for the flames. When Ivar's magic is consumed a little more, we will definitely launch an attack and solve the disaster of Ivar."
Chapter completed!