God Garen took a closer look at the giant axe that the God of Frost Giants was holding.
Its entire body was cold white, and a dense chill was continuously released. Spiked ice crystals grew on its surface, and the huge and terrifying axe blade shone with a cold light............ Also, the armor of the God of Frost Giants only exposed his head, and the rest of his body was airtight.
It was very similar to Winter Fury.
Or perhaps, the God of Frost Giants 'artifact was the real Wrath of Winter, and Barton's weapon was just a poor imitation of the weapon.
"Oh? So you noticed me then.”
"Interesting. Your believer's soul was enslaved by me, but you didn't say a word?”
"At that time, I was already prepared to welcome you, the incarnation of a god. Unfortunately, you didn't descend, and I was disappointed for a period of time.”
Shen Garen said calmly.
"A dragon that has just become a Legend isn't worthy of my incarnation.”
