Arcane: Begging for Help in a Parallel Universe!

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"Are the berserkers of Lokfar really this outrageous?"

Watching Olaf jump into the sea directly from the corpse of the sea monster, Link's mouth twitched slightly. That massive beast's fang had to weigh close to half a ton, yet this brute just carried it on his shoulder and leaped into the water.

Truly the number one brute in the League!

No other way to describe him—just pure, unrelenting stubbornness!

"Link, won't he drown?"

"Probably..." Link tilted his head, sensing the movements beneath the water, and replied somewhat uncertainly, "He won't, right?"

Link suddenly realized that he might not need to trick Olaf. Just explaining the dangers of the Harrowing would probably make the berserker jump for joy.

As a berserker from Lokfar, Olaf believed his destiny was to die gloriously in battle!

Not to pass away peacefully in bed, as foretold by the prophecy derived from throwing beast bones!

To him, that was utterly unacceptable!

But ever since that prophecy, Olaf had been trying to defy it. Yet, his luck and the latent power within him always managed to save him from danger.

For instance, after going berserk, he single-handedly cut through Sejuani's tribe, a feat that left everyone stunned.

Sejuani's tribe was one of the three major powers in the Freljord, filled with fierce and capable warriors. Yet, this brute had carved through them like a hot knife through butter.

It was like a chisel breaking through an iron plate.

A brute like Olaf, who sought death at every turn, would likely grab his axe and charge at Hecarim if he heard about the horrors of the Harrowing.

As Link recalled Olaf's background story, Olaf emerged from the sea, carrying the massive fang step by step.

The foul seawater dripped from his body, making his already rough appearance even worse.

Even Nekko took a step back, keeping her distance from Olaf. Both she and Link wore specially crafted breathing masks made by Link, which filtered out all harmful elements in the air, keeping it fresh and clean.

It was purely the visual impact Olaf brought with him!

And he was currently in the most polluted part of Bilgewater—the Slaughter Docks. If you asked a local for directions, they'd tell you to follow the stench.

The Slaughter Docks were the most foul-smelling place in the city, teeming with dock rats.

As soon as Olaf stepped ashore, the dock rats swarmed around him. Olaf, with the sharp fang on his shoulder, showed no fear. Every kick he delivered crushed a dock rat instantly.

But this only enraged the rats further.

"Stay right there. I'll handle this."

Link pulled out a cryo grenade, his finger hooked on the pin. He asked tentatively, "You're not too bothered by freezing temperatures, right?"

"Don't doubt the frostblood of a Freljordian!"

Olaf's booming voice echoed across the docks as he continued kicking away the rats.

"If you've got a way to get rid of these annoying rats, do it already!"

"You asked for it."

Link pulled the pin and tossed the cryo grenade toward Olaf, hoping the brute could handle it.

The moment the grenade hit the ground, it released a burst of icy mist, instantly freezing the ground and turning all the dock rats into ice sculptures.

Olaf's legs were also encased in ice, but he showed no sign of discomfort. Instead, he let out a satisfied groan.

"Now this is the temperature a northerner should feel! This place is too hot and stinky!"

With a slight flex of his muscular legs, Olaf shattered the ice and strode over to Link, setting down the massive fang.

The enormous fang hit the ground with a heavy thud.

"Hello, stranger. I'm Olaf of Lokfar, from the Freljord. Pleased to meet you!"

Olaf slapped the remaining ice shards off his legs, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Link, seemingly hoping for another cryo grenade.

"That little toy you threw just now gave me a taste of home in this stinking furnace. Thanks for that!"

"Glad you liked it."

The main component of the cryo grenade was a special alchemical freezing solution that could instantly freeze a normal person solid.

But to Olaf, it was nothing.

Mentally noting the Freljordians' strong resistance to frost, Link introduced himself. "I'm Link Star Ferros, a craftsman from Piltover."

"A craftsman?" Olaf looked at Link, then grinned and patted the massive fang beside him. "Then you must need this! It'd make great material!"

Watching Olaf's clumsy attempt at salesmanship, Link couldn't help but feel sorry for the brute. Asking a berserker to sell things was just too much for him.

With his crew exhausted and asleep on the deck, Olaf was the only one left to handle this.

Needing funds to return home and not wanting his crew to go hungry, Olaf tried his best to sell with an enthusiasm that didn't suit his image.

It was almost heartbreaking to watch.

But business was business, not charity!

"This fang is too hard. It's difficult to cut with regular tools, and using better tools would increase costs. I can't offer much for it."

In Bilgewater, the golden serpent had strong purchasing power. One golden serpent could be exchanged for a hundred silver serpents, and ten silver serpents could buy three months' worth of food.

The value of a golden serpent was clear.

"Well..." Olaf scratched his head. Fighting was his forte, but business? Not so much.

"Then name your price!"

"Five silver serpents per fang. I'll take as many as you have."

"How's that?"

Link offered a fair price. In the hands of a skilled carver, a single fang could be turned into a piece of art worth a hundred times its original value.

Even if not used for carving, it could be taken back to the Bluewind Court as a decorative piece.

Olaf's face lit up. "Deal! I'll start extracting the fangs right away. Where should I deliver them?"

"I'm staying at the airship docks. Just mention my name when you get there." Link touched the fang, storing it in his inventory, and tossed Olaf a golden serpent.

"Consider this an advance. We'll settle the rest later."

Though surprised by Link's ability to store items seemingly out of thin air, Olaf didn't dwell on it. The world was full of inexplicable things, and he wasn't one to overthink.

Now that he had a golden serpent, he was more than happy!

"By the way, try to finish within a day."

"That soon?"

Olaf frowned, looking at the massive sea monster's corpse. Link followed his gaze. The sea monster had to be dealt with quickly, or its undead form would rise during the Harrowing.

"The Harrowing is coming soon. When it does, Bilgewater will become a playground for the undead. It's dangerous. I'm giving you a day to process this beast. That way, you'll have time to resupply and leave before things get chaotic."

"You said it's dangerous?"

Olaf's eyes lit up. Danger was good. He loved danger, especially the kind that could kill him in an instant. That was his favorite!

"Exactly. During the Harrowing, the Black Mist will cover the sea and engulf Bilgewater. With the mist comes the undead, who will drag the living into their world."

"You'll also encounter terrifying fear knights led by the Shadow of War, as well as the infamous Chain Warden. No one wants to face them."

"I'm staying!"

Olaf panted heavily, pulling out his axe and swinging it a few times, creating heavy whooshing sounds.

"I came to Bilgewater hunting this beast, hoping to die gloriously in battle. If you say the Harrowing is even more dangerous, then I must stay and fight to the death!"

Watching the eager Olaf, Link's lips twitched slightly.

This brute really couldn't wait to throw himself into the chaos of the Harrowing!

"You're really staying?"

Link asked again. Olaf thumped his chest with his True Ice axe. "I only seek a glorious death!"

"If you're joining the fight, I can introduce you to the captain preparing to resist the Harrowing. I'm sure she'd be thrilled to have you on board."

"Great!"

Olaf shouted excitedly. Watching this muscle-bound brute, Link rolled his eyes. While others fled at the mention of the Harrowing, Olaf couldn't wait to dive in.

Was this the difference between a brute and a normal person?

"Alright, come find me at the airship docks when you're ready."

"Deal!"

Olaf extended his hand, and Link didn't hesitate to slap his palm against it, sealing their agreement.

"I'll go extract the fangs from that big beast now. Once I'm done, I'll come find you!"

"See you then." Link glanced at Olaf's axe. "If you need another weapon, I can provide one."

"Consider it a gift for a warrior."

"This is all I need. I'll bring some claw wine when I come!"

Olaf jumped back into the sea, swimming toward the sea monster's corpse. Watching this lovable brute, Link couldn't help but laugh.

"So straightforward, yet so endearing!"

"But I don't dislike it."

"Still, I can't forget the next task—dealing with that so-called Butcher's Gang."

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