Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Ashe was embarrassed for a while. With Olaf around, Ashe was afraid that it would be difficult for Ashe to sit down and have a good talk with the Rockfather, and avoiding a duel was a sign of cowardice in Freljord.

But if you kill Olaf, it is equivalent to killing a part of Rockfa. Even if Rockfa doesn't turn against her, it will be difficult to cooperate with her.

Olaf saw Ashe's hesitation, and two rough breaths came out of his nose: "I only want to duel with you because I value your bow, and I don't even bother to cut nonsense with other people! Anyway, I'm sitting at the entrance of the village. , if you fight with Lao Tzu, come to Lao Tzu, if you don't come, get out as soon as possible!"

After that, Olaf carried the huge sea worm away without looking back.

Mousas sighed, but his eyes were both helpless and admiring for Olaf: "Ashe, you heard it too, if you don't duel with him, we have nothing to talk about."

Ashe looked at Mousas suspiciously: "Is Olaf your leader?"

"No." Musas shook his head. "He is the strongest warrior of our Rockfar, yes, but he is not a leader."

"Then why do you listen to him?"

"Because Olaf is right." Musas and the shaman left with the Rockfather, leaving behind this sentence, "We Rockfather, we only like war."

…

Ashe returned to the boat depressed, standing alone on the side of the boat in a daze, watching the sunset in the distance.

In the distance, several small boats slowly approached the shore.

"Ashe!" Lothar stood on the boat and waved at her, "We're back from fishing!"

Seeing Lothar, Ashe's bad mood calmed down a little. She wanted to stand up and ask Lothar aloud how many fish she had caught, but when she thought that there were still her followers watching on the boat, and she needed to maintain her image, she simply pointed to her. Lothar waved.

Lothar came back with the fishermen who went out to sea, and everyone was happy.

"Lord Lothar is really unusual, look for a fish and find an accurate one!"

"A cunning beast like a round-headed whale, Lord Lothar just found three!"

"Good luck tonight!"

Ashe listened to the discussion of the fishermen, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Lothar boarded Ashe's ship: "I'm back."

"It's hard work." Ashe greeted him with a smile. "Your injury is not yet complete. After we left Ibrato Village, you have been taking people fishing every day, so be careful about your health."

"I'm afraid that if I just give it to the fishermen, the fish will not be enough for so many boaters to eat." Lothar hugged Ashe, "Don't worry, I'm just in charge of finding the prey, and I will do the harpoon and net work for them. already."

Seeing that there were still many people watching, Ashe accepted Lothar's hug a little shyly: "Then... how is the result?"

Lothar put his arms around Ashe's waist: "The fishing grounds here are very good. In just a short while, I caught three round-headed whales, two seals and a lot of bluefin fish, and I will cook something delicious for you tonight. "

"Then I'll wait and see." Ashe narrowed his eyes, looking happy.

"How about you? How's your talk with Lokfa?" asked Lothar.

Ash's expression froze, and she didn't answer.

"It seems that something is wrong." Lothar said softly, "Tell me about it."

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Roundhead whales are found in the western and northern waters of the Freljord. Adults can grow to eight to ten meters long, and they are basically alone except during the breeding season. The meat is delicious and the fat is thick, suitable for all kinds of cooking techniques. But roundhead whales are cunning by nature and are good at navigating through the ice, making it difficult for even experienced fishermen to catch. If you're going to the Freljord to eat these kinds of whales, you'd better hope the fisherman you paid for is lucky enough.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's "Valloran's Travels: The Freljord Chapter 8: Food in the Snow"

Chapter 33 Drinking at night

Ashe and Lothar returned to the cabin where they lived, and Ashe explained to Lothar what happened to Lothar on the shore today.

"You said that the warrior named Olaf killed such a big sea worm by himself," Lothar said, "It's not easy to kill that creature, anyway, if I see one, I'm sure to turn around and run."

"Pay attention to the key point!" Ashe pushed Lothar angrily. "The question now is not whether Olaf can kill the sea worms, but whether we can sit down and have a good talk with the Rockfather."

"Well..." Lothar held his head and thought for a while, "So the Rockfathers themselves are not against following you, but Olaf, the strongest warrior among them, is determined not to follow..."

Ashe took a long sigh: "It would have been a success, if he hadn't come out to disrupt the situation..."

"Why, I'm angry." Losara took Ashe's hand and comforted, "This time, the reincarnation of Avarosa's name to conquer the tribe has gone too smoothly. It's the first time I encountered a setback, and I feel a big gap. "

Ashe twisted his body: "One thing... He doesn't seem to be a very persuasive person... Why don't we give up..."

"Why give up?" Lothar said. "The Rockfathers are well-known in the west for their ability to conquer and fight. They dare to kill any tribe or monster. If they can be subdued, they will be a very strong fighting force."

"The stronger the tribe, the harder it is to be subjugated. I only have an empty name for the reincarnation of Avarossa, I'm afraid it will be difficult..." Ashe sighed, "And I want to go back to the inland soon. Although now my The followers are all in high spirits, but they will definitely be tired from drifting at sea all the time, and the daily food source is not stable, so give them a place to settle down early to stabilize the hearts of the people.”

Lothar pondered: "Well, I'm going to see that Olaf tonight and see if I can find an opportunity to communicate. If he's as stinky and tough as a stone in a cesspit and refuses to cooperate, we'll leave tomorrow morning. Not too late."

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

"No, I'll just go by myself. If you go to that Olaf, maybe you can't help but fight you directly."

Ashe objected: "No! You are still injured. What if he hurts you? I can protect you."

Lothar smiled and pinched Ashe's face: "Don't worry, the Rockfathers are grumpy, but they are also honor-oriented tribes, and they won't take action against such a **** like me."

Ashe looked at Lothar's broken arm, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes: "But..."

"It's okay." Lothar stretched and walked out of the cabin, "I haven't made an oath with you yet, it won't happen so easily."

Ash stood up: "Where are you going?"

"Cooking, hot wine." Lothar pushed open the door, "I'm going to have a drink with that Olaf tonight."

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Olaf was eating a freshly roasted pig's trotter, sitting alone at the entrance of the village, staring at the fleet of ships docked on the coast.

"I don't know if that little girl dares to duel with Lao Tzu." Olaf's eyes revealed a faint excitement, "Her bow is incredible. If Lao Tzu is hit by dozens of arrows, I don't know if he will die..."

Olaf's eyes lit up suddenly, and he saw a fire in the dark night slowly approaching him.

"Come on!" Olaf savagely bit off a large piece of meat from the pig's trotter, threw it back on the grill, wiped the oil stains on the fur of his clothes with both hands, raised his two tomahawks, expectantly Watching the firelight.

The firelight came to Olaf, and the person holding the torch was not Ashe.

But a young man with a broken arm.

Olaf was suddenly discouraged, and hung the battle axe on his waist again: "Who the **** are you, that little girl with a bow didn't come?"

"Her name is Ashe." The teenager reminded Olaf of her name, "I am her lover and the messenger who came to talk to you this time. My name is Lothar. Are you Olaf?"

Olaf spit out greasy sputum on the ground dissatisfied: "It's Lao Tzu, right! Didn't Lao Tzu say it, Lao Tzu never talks and only uses an axe, you little **** Lao Tzu is too lazy to deal with it."

"Well, don't say that." Lothar took his package from his back and opened it, "I brought you good wine and food."

The strong aroma of mead and fish penetrated into Olaf's nose, he couldn't help twitching his nose twice: "I don't accept bribes, don't think that if you give me food, I will let you into the village."

"I didn't come to enter the village." Lothar took out a croissant cup and put it in the snow, pouring it full of steaming mead, "I just heard that a warrior named Olaf killed himself. A huge sea worm, I want to come and see it."

When Olaf heard the words, his beard straightened up immediately: "You have some discernment, and you know that you worship a great warrior like me."

Lothar smiled and handed the croissant cup to Olaf, who hesitated for a while and didn't take it.

"Why, doesn't the great warrior Olaf dare to drink?" Lothar laughed. "Or are you afraid that the wine is poisonous?"

"I'm afraid of a bird's egg!" Olaf grabbed the croissant cup. "I've been bitten by an unknown number of poisonous snakes in my life, but I'm afraid you'll poison me."

After speaking, Olaf raised his head and drank the mead in one gulp, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "The wine is good!"

"I brewed it myself, and there are vegetables." Lothar said, taking out the various dishes sealed in wooden bowls in the bag. "Fried round whale meat, bluefin sashimi and kelp soup."

Olaf's eyes lit up: "The round head whale is not easy to catch. You did it"

"yes."

"It seems that the craftsmanship is good." Olaf stroked his beard, "But even if I eat your food, you will not get the slightest benefit."

"It has been an honor to drink with a mighty warrior."

"Hahaha! You can talk like a kid!"

Olaf seemed to enjoy Lothar's flattery, and opened his belly to enjoy food and wine with Lothar.

The hot wine and soup poured into his stomach, and Lothar's face turned a lot ruddy, but Olaf seemed to have been flushed all the time, and he couldn't see any changes in him.

"Are you Iceborn?"

"I'm not."

Lothar was stunned secretly. Olaf was not an iceborn, but he was so powerful. He might have other special magical blood.

"Tell me about your experience of killing the sea quolls." Lothar asked, trying to find out why Olaf was so powerful.

Olaf pouted for a while: "That beast is amazing, even a dozen fighters may not be able to fight together. But who is Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is Olaf!"

Lothar smiled and listened silently.

"As soon as I saw the big bug, I jumped directly on its back... It should be the back, I can't tell it's round and round... Then I cut two axes into its flesh. That beast went crazy and dragged it. When I hit the ice again and went into the sea, I almost choked to death. But I survived, no matter how many hacks he made! When I woke up, it was already dead."———— ——————————————

Locofa, Locofa, here they come, with an axe blade.

Locke, Locke, they fought with cruelty.

Locke legal person, lock legal person, they have passed, nothing will grow.

Locofa, Locofa, they roar, Ragnarok.

—Excerpt from the Freljord ballad "The Rocky Man is Coming"

Chapter 34 Secrets

Lothar didn't know how much bragging was in Olaf's story, but it was a fact that he killed the sea kelpies alone, and he was undoubtedly an outrageously powerful warrior.

Some envy glanced at Olaf's arms and thighs that were thicker than wooden barrels. Lothar said, "With such a record, you must be very proud, right?"

"Proud..." Olaf suddenly became downcast.

Olaf looked at the clear mead in the shofar cup with frustration: "Proud! I thought the sea worms could kill me, but I still didn't die."

Lothar was stunned, not understanding what Olaf meant.

"Although most of the tribe's warriors are proud of their deaths, there is no need to be so sad about not dying. Isn't it more honorable to kill a monster alive?" Lothar thought inexplicably.

"Why do you want to be killed by the kelp?" asked Lothar.

Olaf drank another glass of wine: "Full!"

Lothar picked up the jug and filled Olaf.

"My ideal in this life is to die gloriously in battle." Olaf drank a lot of wine and got a little drunk, "As a result, guess what the shaman in the village gave Lao Tzu, and he said that Lao Tzu is destined to die of old age peacefully in this life. ! Live a long time!"

Hearing this, Lothar had already guessed why Olaf wanted to die, but he thought it was a little funny, so he teased: "Isn't that good?"

"What a shit!" Olaf jumped up in anger, "I don't want to live so old that I can't lift an axe and walk! I'm ashamed! I must fight to the death heroically! I can't be held back!"

Lothar resisted laughing. Although there are not a few people who like Freljordre's heroic death, most people still hope to live longer, and it is rare to be as obsessive as Olaf.

"That is to say, you hope to find an opponent strong enough to kill you, right?"

"That's right, it's a pity that after I searched for a few years, the famous warriors and monsters in the vicinity were almost killed, but they still didn't die."

Lothar put a piece of yusheng in his mouth: "If I say...I can find you a guy who can kill you, are you willing to serve Ashe?"

Olaf's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, as if he had woken up from the wine he had just drunk.

He was so excited that he threw the croissant cup and grabbed Lothar's shoulder: "Whoever you said can kill Lao Tzu!"

"Hey..." Lothar was gripped by Olaf's two big hands and it hurt, "You answer my question first, do you want to follow Ashe?"

"Chase, chase, chase! Even the first mother dolphin, Lao Tzu, chases!"

"Uh..." Lothar didn't expect Olaf to be persuaded so easily, "Then can you let the Rockfather also join Ashe's command?"

Olaf immediately calmed down: "I don't care about the village's affairs alone, and I don't want the whole village to listen to your little lady's orders."

"Then can you let Ashe enter the village to talk to your clansmen? The choice is up to them."

Olaf scratched the back of his head and felt that there was no problem: "Sure! First tell me who the guy who can kill me is!"

"Don't worry, sit down and talk slowly." Lothar reassured the overexcited strong man.

After Olaf sat down, he urged impatiently, "Quick, quick!"

"What a guy who can't slow down." Lothar thought.

"You know Ashe is the reincarnation of Avarosa?"

"You mean that little lady of yours can kill me." Olaf slapped his thigh, "I think her bow is not easy! I will go to her to fight!"

"Wait, wait!" Lothar hurriedly stood in front of Olaf, crying and laughing, "I haven't finished speaking yet! Ashe is not yet an adult, and she hasn't had that bow for a long time. You go to her now. It's not fair to duel."

Olaf pondered for a while: "It seems so... Then how many years do I have to wait for her?"