Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"Everyone!" Ashe didn't answer Lothar's doubts, she took Lothar a step forward: "I think everyone is familiar with Lothar, as you know, he is not an iceborn, nor a fireborn, nor a fireborn. The Beast Spirit Walker is just an ordinary person, even with a broken arm."

Ash paused for a while, and for some reason, she choked up a little: "But you may not know that the holy bow was dug out of his broken arm and gave it to me, for which he almost lost his life."

There was an exclamation from the audience, and the eyes of people looking at Lothar changed immediately. Even Olaf put down the jug and listened to Ashe’s story.

"Wow... I'll be embarrassed if you say that..." Lothar felt his cheeks start to heat up, "I've never been treated with respect in my life, and all of a sudden you want me to die. ."

Ashe showed a beautiful smile, she didn't reply to Lothar's words, but clenched his hand even more: "Everyone! When I first saw you, I said that I will build a world without high or low. I don't think I would have the courage to do such a thing if it wasn't for Lothar. His fate is entwined with me, and even though we are not yet a blood alliance, he is already like a real blood alliance Love me and protect me."

Ashe took a deep breath and said her most daring speech of the night: "I declare! I! Warmother Ashe! Choose Lothar as my first and last blood clan!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar in the audience.

"What do you mean? Does the War Mother only want Lothar as a blood alliance?"

"Then what if you don't have children?"

"I admit that Lothar is good, but at least there should be an Iceborn blood clan to protect the War Mother!"

Lothar stared blankly at Ashe's profile, the girl's crystal clear blue eyes did not waver at the moment, she just looked down at the chaotic crowd under the stage, letting the incomprehensible quarrel swept over, accompanied by the chill of the night. The wind blew her long silver hair.

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Freljord's marriage is very simple. Except for high-status women, it is basically monogamous. Once the husband and wife are in a relationship, they are bound for eternity. Nothing but death can break up their marriage.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter 1: The Structure of Society

Chapter 37 Wedding Night

"Are you serious?" Lothar asked in a low voice, his words overshadowed the noise and entered Ashe's ears.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Ashe looked at Lothar and pressed her silver hair disturbed by the wind with one hand. "Or, you hope I'm just joking."

"Well..." Lothar lowered his eyes, "I definitely hope I can monopolize you...but your speech is still a bit..."

"Immature and unrealistic" Ash took Lothar's hand and pressed it to her face, "Remember what Sejuani taught us?"

"The strong should do the unfeasible." The two said in unison.

"But I'm not a strong man." Rosa said.

"You are the strong man." Ashe was very determined, "You are the strongest man I have ever seen."

Lothar didn't know what to say for a moment, he could only stare at the girl blankly.

"What are you still doing?" Ashe hugged Lothar, and his face stopped just an inch away from his face. "Skip the nasty oath link first. Now, you should take action."

Lothar sighed slightly, he knew what Ashe meant.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips hard against Ashe's.

The quarrel under the stage is not over yet. There are very few people in the entire Avarossa tribe praying for them at this moment, and everyone is caught in the debate over whether the mother of war should only have one blood alliance.

But even without the blessing, Lothar and Ashe kissed very seriously, more intently than ever before.

Olaf was not involved in the quarrel, he was drinking and eating meat, and was so happy.

"This kid Lothar really has an axis-brained woman." Olaf laughed.

…

Late at night, the banquet was over, and the Avarosa people rushed back to their respective residences before the late-night snowstorm came. Ningfrost Harbor was really colder than many coastal areas.

Lothar and Ashe walked into their tent hand in hand.

"Is it cold?" Ashe asked, lighting the oil lamp, "Would you like me to cook you some hot soup?"

Lothar shivered a few times: "No, I'll just go into the quilt and lie down for a while."

Saying that, Lothar released Ashe's hand and lay on the bed.

Ashe sat beside Lothar and gently stroked his forehead: "We are a real couple now."

"But it seems that the entire clan is not very satisfied with your decision." Lothar said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Well..." Ashe put the Zhenbing longbow aside, "I don't like having too many people in my tent, I'm the mother of war, and if there are too many blood alliances, they might even quarrel for power. I can't stand it, you alone are enough."

"But I'm crippled," said Lothar seriously, "I can do a lot of things, but fighting is definitely not one of them. I'm really weak. After my hand is broken, I may even fight girls a few years younger than me. but."

"I don't like you saying that you are disabled, you are my husband, the best man in the Freljord." Ash said softly, "Or do you think I am a woman who needs protection"

"I didn't think so..."

"Time will convince them to accept my idea. In fact, they are more concerned about the issue of offspring. As long as I give birth to a healthy daughter, those voices that ask me to find more blood alliances will fade away."

Lothar raised an eyebrow slightly.

Ashe moved her body closer to Lothar: "So... do you have the confidence to give me a daughter?"

Lothar felt his breath stagnate, and by the light of the oil lamp, Lothar could see every detail on Ashe's face. She was so close to him that Lothar could feel her breath, her body temperature, and the incredible softness and beauty of her body.

"Your question... It's really difficult for me." Lothar turned sideways and faced Ashe, the distance between them was only a finger's width.

"You just need to answer yes or no." Ashe's hand slowly wrapped around Lothar's waist, "Are you confident?"

Lothar looked at Ashe's neck. Under the smooth and white neck was the well-defined collarbone, and further down were the plump **** and the deep ravine.

Ashe's forearm was already wrapped around Lothar's body. Lothar enjoyed this strange itching and smiled bitterly: "Isn't the role of a womanizer supposed to belong to me? Why are you so active today?"

Ashe bit her lower lip, and her pale pink lips twisted into a full shape and a seductive arc under the squeeze of her snow-white teeth: "Remember you promised Olaf to find him an opponent?"

Lothar's expression froze.

"You still refuse to tell me who that guy is. I have a hunch..." Ashe took a deep breath, "Mostly, you're looking for a very dangerous, very dangerous person... It may not even be a person..."

Lothar did not speak.

"You always do those dangerous things for me, so I want to make an oath with you as soon as possible. I hope that marriage and children will make you take yourself a little bit more seriously." Ashe stared at those black eyes, "I can't lose you, Lothar. I don't want you to risk my mother's behalf for me. I don't really want any Avarossa treasure, if I can, and I don't want the Lokfa to follow me, I just want me To be able to protect the people I love, my people, my family, and you. So please, give me a child, and then stay by my side.”

Lothar saw Ashe's tears rolling down her cheeks, the first time Lothar had seen Ashe cry since Glenna's death.

"By the way, and the day I almost died, she seemed to cry too, but unfortunately I didn't see it." Lothar thought silently, wrapping her left arm around Ashe and stroking her back.

"The Avarossa you want to build is very difficult to achieve and requires quite a lot of power to guard, not just a bow. Without enough power, neither the Frostguard nor the other tribes or even the trolls in the mountains can do it. It will easily let us go." Lothar whispered, "Olav is an opportunity to conquer Locke, we must keep him."

Ashe trembled, but buried her head in Lothar's chest, tears soaking Lothar's clothes.

"However, please believe me, Ashe." Lothar lowered her head and kissed the top of Ashe's head, "I won't die easily. I have such a perfect wife, she is a war mother, and I am willing to only have a blood alliance like me. , such happiness is not something every man can enjoy."

"But I'm really afraid... I'm afraid you'll be like a mother..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm confident."

"Um"

"I have the confidence to give you a daughter, not just one. I think I can give you many, many daughters." Lothar rolled over and pressed Ashe under him, "I am also confident that I will never die, trust me."

Lothar tore off Ashe's clothes, and Ashe screamed, but she did not stop Lothar from any movement until a part of Lothar entered her body, and there was no gap between the two.

"Ah!" With Ashe's breath, the real wedding night kicked off.

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Move, move, to hold your lover's lips.

In the icy and snowy cold, it was no match for her warm breasts.

The expectation of life is also Anivia's praise.

A new child is born in a holy womb.

Move, move, to hold your lover's lips.

—Excerpt from a traditional Freljord ballad, published in the article "The Fertility Cult in the Snow Country"

Chapter thirty-eight before departure

morning.

Lothar was awakened by a sneeze of his own.

Opening his eyes, Lothar found that Ashe was scratching his nose with a lock of her silver hair.

"The way you wake me up is really new," complained Lothar. "I want to sleep a little longer."

"Don't sleep, there are a lot of things waiting for us to deal with."

"Just for a while, it's too cold, let me hold you for a while." Lothar dragged Ashe into his arms.

"Really, why are you so lazy." Ashe scolded Lothar, but submissively sank into his arms, her body as smooth as suet tightly fitting him.

"We did it a few times last night." Lothar felt his hand cold, so he tucked it between Ashe's thighs to keep him warm. .

Ashe twisted a few times and kissed Lothar's face: "I don't remember, six times?"

Lothar calculated: "I can't count them, but in short, it should make you pregnant."

"It's not that easy."

"It doesn't matter if you can't get pregnant. We will do it every day, and we will always be able to get pregnant." Lothar said, putting his hand dishonestly close to Ashe's chest.

"Ah!" Feeling the soft flesh of her breast being kneaded by Lothar, Ashe let out a groan, "Don't make a fuss, I really have to get up, come back at night."

"Yeah." Lothar also knew the seriousness and let go of his hand obediently.

Ashe sat up from the bed, her beautiful body was exposed to the air, she stretched her waist and moved her body that was a little stiff from the strenuous exercise last night.

Ashe turned her head and found Lothar staring at him intently.

"Don't look at it." Ashe patted Lothar's forehead lightly, "I'll go and convene a meeting with the leaders of the various clans to discuss how to arrange our ships."

Lothar smiled, but his eyes never looked away from Ashe's towering twin peaks: "The main force is going to Lax Stark, and the ship pair should be placed in the Frost Harbor for people to take care of."

"Always discuss the details. Those ships belonged to various tribes. Although everyone is Avarosa now, they are not familiar with each other. I always want to come forward and reconcile."

Lothar touched Ashe's waist: "You are becoming more and more like a mother of war."

"Thank you for the compliment." Ashe got out of bed and started looking for clothes to wear.

Lothar found that Ashe was walking in a strange way, with a faint trace of blood between her thighs. She hurriedly jumped out of bed and pulled Ashe back to the bed: "Are you all right? There is blood here."

Ai Xi's pretty face turned red: "Where are you looking! I'm fine, isn't it normal to bleed a little for the first time?"

"Don't be brave, you walk lame." Lothar pressed Ashe to the bed. In fact, with his strength, he couldn't hold Ashe, who was an iceborn, but Ashe didn't resist, "I'll call them for a meeting. Well, you have a day off today."

Ashe was forcibly tucked back into the bed by Lothar. She wanted to resist, but after seeing Lothar's nakedness, she abruptly stopped her thoughts.

Lothar's body was covered with large and small wounds, and he could hardly find a single intact place the size of a palm.

Among them, the most terrifying are the two huge tear wounds in front of Lothar's chest, extending from the shoulder blade to the lower abdomen. Ashe didn't know what kind of monster Lothard fought to leave such a wound, but there was one of the most serious wounds, and she knew very well—

Lothar's broken right arm.

A hint of guilt flashed on Ashe's face, and she said softly: "Don't make trouble, Lothar. I know you are doing it for my own good, but I'm the mother of war, what's the point of letting the Blood Alliance come forward to help me deal with things?"

"Okay, don't be brave." Lothar covered Ashe's body with the quilt, "If you limped to see them, wouldn't you be laughed at?"

"Wouldn't it be more funny if I didn't go? Avarossa's new mother-in-law couldn't even get out of bed on the wedding night"

"Well... I think this statement sounds pretty good, and it seems that I am strong."

"Lothar!" Ashe said angrily and hilariously, "Stop joking."

"I'm not kidding, I really think it's a good statement." Lothar put on his clothes, "Last night, the people in the tribe had a lot of opinions on you as long as I was a blood ally. If they knew that I was so fierce, they would definitely To some extent downplay the resistance to your decision.”

Ashe opened his mouth wide with a look of astonishment, "You can come up with such a ridiculous idea."

"As long as it's a useful idea, it doesn't matter how absurd it is." Although Lothar only had one arm left, he was quite neat in his clothes.

"But..." Ashe wanted to argue something, but Lothar had walked over to her, leaned down and covered her mouth with a deep kiss.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Lothar looked at Ashe, whose face was flushed, and pinched her cheek lovingly: "Have a good rest for a day, and leave the fleet to me. You are just thinking about going to Laxstark."

After finishing speaking, Lothar didn't give Ashe any chance to express his opinion, and ran out of the tent in a good mood, leaving Ashe lying on the bed alone.

"Really..." Ashe covered her head with the quilt and took a breath. The bed was full of the smell of Lothar and herself after the cloud and rain.

Ashe took a deep breath, indulging in the smell.

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noon.

Olaf was drinking alone on the stone pier on the pier, and finally he could stay on land. He wanted to find out if there were any warriors worth fighting in the tribe today, but he couldn't find it after a long time of searching. Everyone took a look. All were scared away by his aggressive appearance.

"A bunch of cowards..." Olaf muttered in dissatisfaction, pouring a few sips of mead into his mouth.