Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"I'm a sharp axe!" The True Ice Axe in Glenna's right hand slashed down, and Haiernuo turned sideways, worthy of dodging the blow.

"I'm Blizzard! I'm Lightning!" Glenna swung her arms wildly, and the two True Ice weapons attacked continuously. line of defense. The onlookers hurriedly dispersed to the surroundings to avoid the aftermath of Glenna's terrifying attack from hurting them.

"I'm Glenna!" The axe and spear slashed down at the same time, and the ice waves several people high swallowed Heerno and destroyed several houses behind her.

"The outcome is decided." Lothar said softly.

Ashe jumped off the outpost and ran towards the duel.

The cold fog dissipated, and Haiernuo tried his best to stand up with his long sword, but in the end she fell down weakly.

"Fate did not choose you, sister." Glenna put the True Ice Axe on her right shoulder, then raised her arms high, and Glenna's supporters in the crowd burst into loud cheers.

Ashe ran to Haiernuo's side and picked her up. Haiernuo was pale and angry.

Lothar and Marukolo then ran to Ashe's side.

"How is Aunt Marukolo?" Ashe asked the Frost Priest.

Marukolo checked Heerno and breathed a sigh of relief: "She'll be fine, but Ashe..."

Ashe looked straight into Marukolo's eyes.

"Aishie, you have to stop your mother, Avarosa won't be able to hold it any longer." Marukolo said solemnly.

"I know..." Ashe hugged the unconscious Heerno and lowered his head deeply, "I know."

Lothar looked at Heerno, then at Marukolo, and finally stopped his eyes on Ashe, his eyes flickering.

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True Ice is a wondrous and powerful magical substance produced only in the Freljord. It contains a lot of frost magic energy inside, and if a small piece of pure ice fully releases the energy, it can even freeze a giant beast to death.

But as soon as Zhen Bing is touched, magical energy penetrates the human body, usually causing severe and irreversible frostbite. Ordinary people are almost unable to use weapons made by Zhen Bing, and they will die when touched. Only the ice bloodline, which is not afraid of cold, can resist the backlash of the real ice weapon when it grows to a certain stage. This also makes the gap between the bloodline of Frostbite and ordinary people infinitely widened, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to defeat the bloodline of Frost Ice who has a weapon of True Ice.

—Excerpt from "Valloran's Travels: The Freljord Chapter 4: Magical Wonders" by Ezreal

Chapter 6 Meaning

Ashe walked alone in the village in the dead of night.

She didn't even put on a hood, allowing the heavy snowflakes to cover her head and shoulders.

Whether it was Frost Bloodline or Furnace, they were all asleep at this time, and only the torches of the vigil were still flickering brightly.

Ashe walked aimlessly until she saw a small tent glowing dimly.

"Why is he still living in a tent?" Ashe looked at the houses around her. Although they were damaged a lot, there should still be empty houses left for Lothar to live in.

Ashe just thought about it for a while and then figured out the reason.

The people in the tribe did not give him a house to live in.

There was a sudden sadness in Ash's heart.

"Go and see him." Ashe thought, "If he doesn't care about his hands and feet, it's not impossible to give him a hug."

Ashe shook off the snow that had accumulated on her blond hair and got into the tent, the rich aroma of broth first got into her nose.

A pot of hot soup was steaming, and a faint flame was burning in the stone stove below the pot, ensuring that the soup would not cool off.

As for Lothar, he was sleeping soundly in his sleeping bag.

"By the way, he has been running with us during the day, he must be exhausted." Ashe looked at the small pot of broth in the tent, and knew who it was cooking without thinking.

"Thank you, little wolf cub." Ashe originally wanted to comfort Lothar, but she didn't expect to be comforted by Lothar instead.

Ashe sat beside Lothar, took out the spoon and bowl from the pouch that Lothar put aside, skimmed off the foam in the pot, and scooped himself a bowl of hot soup.

Ashe blew lightly, blowing off the oil beads on the soup surface, and drank the soup in small sips.

"Ha..." Ashe exhaled happily, then looked at Lothar, "Are you awake?"

Lothar did not respond.

"If you wake up now, I'll kiss you."

Lothar still didn't respond.

"Looks like he's really asleep," Ashe thought while drinking the soup.

The delicious broth awakened Ashe's taste buds, and the warm current reverberated in her body.

"Mom won, and everything went according to the original plan." Ashe said, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or telling Lothar, "Tomorrow the tribe will give up this village and continue to look for Avarosa's throne. Aunt Haierno has to stay here to recuperate, and some furnacemen will stay with her."

Ashe glanced at Lothar, who still closed his eyes, only the sound of even breathing came out.

"There is not much food, and my mother decided to go to war with the Ice Son tribe tomorrow to **** food. The Ice Son tribe is our feud, and we have fought many wars. But my mother firmly believes that she has found the Throne of Avarossa. The location is on a high mountain near the Iceborn tribe..."

Ashe licked the remaining soup on her lips and continued: "Actually, I also want to believe that the mythical throne of Avarossa really exists." Ashe curled a strand of hair behind her ear, "But I'm no longer a child. I can tell what is reality and what is delusion. No one even believes in the myth of the Frost Priest. Marukolo said it was purely made up. But no matter how much I tried to persuade me, Still can't convince my mother..."

Ashe scooped up a piece of meat and chewed it down: "Today I tried to pick up the Zhenbing weapon again, but I failed again. My mother said that I was too young and not yet an adult. She said that most of the ice blood I have to live at least twenty winters before trying to pick up the True Ice weapon, am I too impatient?"

Ashe looked at her hand. This hand is very beautiful, with slender fingers, slender and flexible, but this hand can't hold a weapon.

A person who cannot afford a weapon cannot be qualified to be a war mother.

"Ice does not bring pain, but surrender." Ashe murmured, "This sentence Marukolo taught me is said to be Lissandra's Frost Bloodline Prayer. Although you don't seem to like him, But he is really a good person. He healed all the injuries of the furnaces. Aunt Haierno fell, and now he is the only one who is still speaking for the furnaces..."

Ashe talked for a long time alone, puzzled by her mother's behavior, confused about the future of the tribe, and worried about whether she could be a militant mother...

Ashe said almost all his thoughts. The warm soup was not as intoxicating as mead, but it shook Ashe's heart clean.

There was only one thing Ash didn't say.

Thoughts on Lothar.

"It's time for me to go back, Lothar." Ashe put down the soup bowl and spoon, picked up a handful of snow and washed them. "Have a good dream, wolf cub."

Ashe left the small tent, and Lothar did not open her eyes from beginning to end.

…

When Lothar woke up, the first thing she felt was the pain in her legs.

He was too reluctant to walk by himself yesterday, and now it is extremely difficult to get up from the ground.

Lothar looked at the pot beside him, the soup in it had already been reduced by half.

Lothar grinned happily, struggled to get up, ignited the fire with flint, and heated up the leftover soup. This was his breakfast.

After eating and drinking, Lothar trembled out of the tent and began to dismantle it skillfully. He wanted to catch up with the migration of the tribe today.

"Good morning, child of the wolf." Marukolo greeted Lothar.

"Good morning." Lothar responded lukewarmly, without stopping what he was doing.

Marukolo shook his head and handed Lothar a bowl of medicinal soup: "I gave it to you, Axito, to make you feel better."

Lothar raised an eyebrow and looked at Marukolo suspiciously.

"Don't worry, it's not poisoned." Lothar took the medicinal soup: "Can I go as fast as the Frost Bloodlines after drinking this bowl of soup?"

"The effect of this bowl of soup is to let you lie down and rest, you will recover quickly, and you can be alive tomorrow."

"Then I won't drink it." Lothar shoved the bowl back into Marukolo's hand.

Marukolo said helplessly: "You can't go any further, Ashe is also kind, and many furnaces will stay here."

"I'm going with Ashe." Lothar said stubbornly.

"Ashe said, if you don't drink, let me freeze you here." Marukolo's hands condensed a dark and cold air.

Lothar was deaf.

Marukolo sighed, and the air in his hand dissipated: "You are as stubborn as Glenna, do you know that such stubbornness is not good for you or others."

"No one else." Lothar said suddenly.

"What?" Marukolo didn't understand.

"No one else." Lothar stared at Marukolo's face, "No one in the tribe will care about my life or death, I am an outsider, although the prey I hunt is always distributed to the tribe, but never when I hold a banquet. My position, no one will give me a funeral if I die. If I really die, my knife, my bow, my pot will be taken away by others, and they won't even say thank you when they take it away , in a few decades, no one will remember me. So why should I care about the 'others' you say?"

"But Ash..."

"Ashe is an exception." Lothar showed a happy smile, "If I die, she will definitely cry for me."

Marukolo was silent.

"So I'll go wherever Ashe goes." Lothar packed up everything. "Where there's no Ashe, there's no point in staying."

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The beliefs of the Freljord are very complex. In addition to the beliefs of local gods, many people believe in the mythical three sisters esoteric religion. They are the three queens of ancient times, the ancestors of all the legendary blood of ice, they are the most powerful Cerylda, the most intelligent Avarossa and the most magically gifted Lissandra.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Two: Myths and Legends

Chapter 7 Mountaineering

Marukolo walked to Ashe, and the girl was standing on the edge of the cliff overlooking the village they left.

Every time he saw Ashe, Marukolo couldn't help sighing, this girl became more and more beautiful, and her tall and tall figure made Marukolo unable to take his eyes off her. If it weren't for her being Glenna's daughter and future war mother, I believe that not only the Avarossa tribe, but also boys from other tribes would go after her frantically.

But her identity is destined that her blood alliance cannot be a furnace household, even if it is a cold bloodline, it must be the best to be worthy of her.

And Marukolo and Ashe are also impossible. Once they become frost priests, it is equivalent to parting ways with love, and they have only duties and no personal relationships in their lives.

"Lothar doesn't want to take the medicine," Marukolo told Ashe truthfully, "and he doesn't want to stay in the village either."

"That idiot." Ashe gritted his teeth, "We are going to fight the Ice Son tribe! He is still dragging that body!"

"You care about him?" Marucolo asked.

"Don't get me wrong, I just..." Ashe thought for a while, "Just treat him as a younger brother who needs to be taken care of."

"Really, is it my brother..." Maru Kolo asked again.

"Really." Ashley's long hair was ruffled by the mountain wind, "You know, I don't have any siblings, so I treat Lothar as a brother."

Is she telling the truth?

Marukolo knew not.

Frost priests can see through lies.

Marukolo smiled slightly: "I will take care of Lothar, he is stubborn, but my magic can make him a little easier."

"Can you unleash magic on all the furnaces walking with us?" Ashe looked worriedly at the climbing convoy behind him, "If they can go faster and don't slow down, we can get there earlier. The tribe of the Son of Ice will be able to return to the village early to find Aunt Heerno and the others."

"I'll do my best," Marucolo promised.

"Thank you." Ashe looked at the sky, winter was getting closer and closer, "What I'm most worried about now is the war with the Ice Son tribe."

"Glena will lead us to victory." Iru appeared out of nowhere, he said optimistically.

Ashe doesn't know where his confidence comes from. For Iru, his wife Glenna is the omnipotent god. But Glenna suffered many setbacks and failures in her pursuit of the throne of Avarosa. Although she persevered no matter what difficulties she encountered, the price was the shocking number of casualties in the Avarosa tribe every year.

Iru smiled and walked with Ashe: "Glena is the most brave and fearless war mother, and you will be like her in the future."

"But I don't want to be a mother-in-law like my mother. I don't want so many people to die because of me." Ashe didn't say this.

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Lothar, like yesterday, barely followed at the end of the Frozen Bloodline team.

Marukolo wanted to give him acceleration magic, but Lothar refused.

"I don't want to accept help from a rival in love anymore." Losa said to Marukolo seriously, "Otherwise I will be merciful when I fight with you in the future."

Marukolo couldn't help laughing and crying: "I won't fight with you."

'Even with Ashe's bet'

Marukolo was stuck in his throat, and he found that his brain circuits never seemed to be in line with Lothar.

"Look, you still have to fight with me for Ashe!" Lothar glared at Marukolo with a hostile look, "Even if I break my leg, I don't want your help!"

Lothar struggled to carry a large bag and continued to climb the mountain, leaving Marukolo alone.

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The Ice Son tribe is located on the mountainside, and it is not easy for the Avarossa tribe to climb the mountainside in such cold weather.

Very tough, at least for furnace owners.

Lothar's feet became very painful. He knew that he had blisters, but he continued to walk. He was afraid that once he sat down, he would never be able to get up again.

Marukolo helped the furnace households to keep up with the pace of the Frozen Bloodlines as much as possible, but the effect was not great. The furnace households were also responsible for transporting a large amount of materials, which seriously slowed down the speed of the Ice Bloodlines.