Lone Wolf of the Freljord

—Drunken Owl's Small Restaurant Chat

Chapter 101 Avalanche

"Da Kui." Lothar followed behind Da Kui, "What I told you and the king just now is true. I will definitely find Xiao Qian."

Dakui didn't look back, just ran silently with the hammer on his back.

They were followed by a large group of adult poros, all of them holding hammers or hammers and running hard towards their destination.

The place they were going was the upper part of the mountain, where the snow was thickest.

Lothar doesn't need to lead the way for the poros at all. As the elves of the snow country, the poros can find the thickest part of the snow by themselves. Snow has always been their favorite toy.

The sun was fully high in the sky, and Lothar was best in clear weather, and he could see clearly even from a great distance.

Far down the hill, there was a dark spot that Lothar knew was the Frost Guard's cavalry, where the Poro King was holding them back.

But Lothar also knew that the Poro King and the others couldn't hold on for too long. After all, they were Poro, and even if they were holding weapons, they were Poro. They are free spirits on the snowfields, never born to fight. But they are too kind, especially the Poro King, whose upright character seems to be printed from a mold like Braum, and will never sit idly by the caller for help.

Da Kui stopped and hummed twice at Lothar.

"Is that right here?" Lothar observed the snow under his feet, and there was an icy lake not far away, a little higher, "Well... the snow is really thick, the direction should be right, and it won't affect that tribe... "

Da Kui tapped Lothar on the calf with the handle of the hammer, and grunted twice, as if urging Lothar to hurry up.

"Okay, that's it." Lothar nodded affirmatively and said to the poros, "Let's begin!"

The poros cheered in unison, and Da Kui took them to the ice lake. He raised his hammer and began to tap the ice surface. There were more and more cracks on the ice surface.

"I hope it works." Lothar avoided the back of the ice lake and looked nervously down the mountain. "Success or failure is here."

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"Ahhh! Go to hell!" Olaf roared furiously, his axe advancing like a storm in the battlefield. As he was wounded to the point of being utterly incorrupt, he had lost almost all sanity, and not even the sturdy armor of the Frostguard could reach his wrath.

Braum jumped high, the giant shield smashed to the ground with a great force, the snow wave was lifted dozens of meters high, and the huge shock wave engulfed Drakron and his subordinates, and then drowned it.

The dark frost and cold kept squirming, trying to get into the bodies of Braum and Olaf, but the boiling blood in the bodies of the two powerful warriors just made it impossible for the dark cold to enter the body, and the relationship between Braum and Olaf also changed. No longer in the way, the Frost Guards are losing ground.

Drakron emerged from the snowdrift, his sword half broken because it had slashed against Braum's shield. His armor was also somewhat damaged, as Olaf's throwing axe smashed into him a few times.

Drakron uttered a syllable of unknown meaning, as if giving an order to the remaining subordinates. The pitch-black cold air condensed into a few riding beasts and fled with the remaining Frost Guards.

"Fuck! Don't run!" Olaf was completely red-eyed. Although he was bleeding all over, he threw his arms back and threw the two battle axes like thunder, slashing at Drakron accurately. 's head. But Drakron's hand was condensed with a strong cold air, and the wind and waves shifted the direction of the throwing axe and failed to hit.

"Fuck!" Olaf cursed angrily, trying to catch up with the retreating Frost Guards.

"Wait! Friends!" Braum blocked Olaf with a giant shield. "It's just as long as they escaped! I'm going back to save people!"

"Save your mother! I'm going to cut him!" Olaf slammed Braum's shield with two punches, telling him to get out of the way.

Braum's footsteps sank, huge ice cubes condensed on the surface of the giant shield, Olaf punched down, and the ice cubes were smashed to pieces. Ice shards splashed and poured on Olaf's body. The Berserker shuddered and regained his senses.

"Calm down." Braum retracted his giant shield and put one hand on Olaf's shoulder. "They have already escaped, and they can't catch up. You are here to recover from your injuries, and I'll go save people."

After Braum finished speaking, he ran away at full speed, and Olaf stayed where he was, the coldness and pain from all over his body made him at a loss.

After a long time, Olaf fell heavily to the ground, sinking into the snow, and the blood on the wound spread slightly along the snow.

"Fuck... I didn't die..." Olaf scolded.

Braum kept breathing evenly and ran back to the snow-capped mountain quickly. Even with a heavy shield on his back, his running speed is quite amazing, almost comparable to the fastest bull rushing on the snowy field. What's even more terrifying is Braum's endurance. Even if a bull has run for a long time, he will get tired, and Braum has just experienced a fierce battle, and his physical strength does not seem to have diminished at all, and his running speed has been maintained at the highest speed. Even though Braum has the bloodline of ice, such a physique can only be described as incredible.

Soon, Bron reached the foot of the mountain.

"Where's the cavalry?" Braum looked up, but didn't see where the cavalry was.

"Well" Bron noticed some changes, "The snow mountain seems to be shaking..."

…

Drakron's cavalry is completely immune to the arrows of the poros, and these ordinary weapons without magic are difficult to inflict damage to them.

Facing an enemy that could not be attacked for a long time, the Poro King was not in a hurry, but fought and retreated, not giving the cavalry a chance to get too close to his side.

Suddenly, the fluff on the poros began to vibrate, and they looked at each other a few times, then turned to the Poro King.

"Gee!"

The Poro King shouted, and the Poros put away their weapons one after another, and the little guys who looked like snowballs scattered, some burrowed into the rock crevices, some buried in the snow cave, and some rolled away. At this point, he gave up the fight directly.

The command guns were raised high, and the entire cavalry team tightened their horses and changed their formation vigilantly.

The sudden appearance of the Poro army was so eerie that even Drakron's cavalry had to be wary of what might be about to happen.

And what they were waiting for was far beyond their imagination.

The horses under the cavalry's crotch began to move restlessly. They were sensitive magical creatures and had already sensed the danger.

After a while, all the cavalry felt strange.

The snow-capped mountains are trembling.

From the cliff in the distance, a white rainbow suddenly appeared.

avalanche.

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Contrary to common sense, the snow on the snow-capped mountains is not simply piled up there.

Two forces have always been at odds on snowy mountains: gravity pulls the snow down, and the cohesive force of the snow pack wants to keep it in place. When this contest reaches a critical point, even a slight external force, such as animal running, rolling stones, wind, slight vibration, or even just a shout in the valley, as long as the pressure exceeds The cohesive force that clumps snow particles together is enough to trigger a catastrophic avalanche.

—Excerpt from Piltover University textbook "Natural Mechanics: Compulsory 2"

Chapter 102 The New Legend

On the distant hillside, a huge torrent of white snow roared and rushed down, and the snow curtain that stretched for thousands of meters flew down at a desperate speed.

The avalanche was like the giant claws of a white beast, and it slapped fiercely in the direction of the cavalry.

Without any hesitation, all the cavalry turned their horses and ran down the hillside.

The avalanche was far away from them, but the long road was quickly shortened. Even though the horses of the cavalry team ran as fast as thunder, they still could not escape the fate of being hunted by the white giant beasts.

Soon, the dark Drakron cavalry team disappeared. Their fierce name made the whole frozen tundra terrified. In the face of the collapse of an inconspicuous snow mountain in Freljord, they could not even struggle for a moment.

To the snow-capped mountains, they were just some dark spots after all. When they were submerged by the snow flow, not even a little wave could be lifted. The shocking movement of the avalanche covered everything.

These silent murderous soldiers died silently after all.

After swallowing the cavalry, the awakened white behemoth didn't seem to be satisfied, and continued to attack down the mountain, trying to swallow everything in the path.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The servant saw the huge snow curtain that almost covered the sky rushing towards him in the distance, and shouted in horror, "Why is there an avalanche!"

The servant hurried back to the snow cave, only to see the young Nuotai woman breastfeeding her baby.

The young woman's large white chest was seen by the servant, and he couldn't help blushing, but quickly said anxiously: "Run..."

The little servant was interrupted by himself halfway through his words. The scope of the avalanche was extremely wide, and they had absolutely no chance of escaping.

The snow cave began to tremble, the small stones began to shake, and the little poros left in the cave huddled together and shivered in fear.

However, the young Nuotai woman didn't seem to notice the impending disaster. She patted the baby's back lightly, and Cixi watched the baby sucking milk.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!" The servant was completely desperate. When the avalanche came, the snow cave they were in was bound to be completely filled, and they all had to die inside.

"My life... it's over like this." At the juncture of life and death, the little servant became a little calm for some reason. "I didn't create any legends, I didn't experience any stories, I didn't even marry a wife and have children... I'm going to die."

The trembling feeling became more and more obvious, and the roar of the snow mountain was already in his ears, causing the little servant to feel dizzy and dizzy.

"Bron..." The boy said the name blankly.

Avalanche is coming.

The overwhelming sense of oppression came from above the snow cave, and the wind and waves slammed into the cave.

The little servant didn't think much, jumped on the Nuotai young woman, and used her back to block the snowstorm for her.

He knew it was pointless to do it, but he did it anyway, just as Braum did in the saga.

boom!

With a loud noise, the servant lowered his head deeply, protecting the young woman and the child in her arms.

But unlike what the little servant thought, death did not follow.

"Ah...ah..." A deep voice came from outside the snow cave.

"This is..." The little servant got up excitedly and looked out of the snow cave. The continuous snow flow rushed from both sides of the snow cave, but it did not fall from his head.

The little servant climbed up the snow cave and saw a tall back.

The strong back muscles bulge like a giant rock, and the naked skin is not afraid of the cold. It is covered with red blood and indigo totems. A huge square shield is standing in front of him, and the ice crystals condensed by magic expand the shield. area, so that the snow flow cannot pass over the top of the snow hole. He was actually relying on the power of his flesh to fight against this huge avalanche that made the whole mountain tremble.

"Bron!" The boy shouted the name of his predecessor hoarsely.

"Yeah!" Braum tried his best to resist the terrifying force from the shield, his feet were propped up so that his calves sank into the ground, "Don't come out! Get into the hole!"

"How did you find us!" The little servant felt like a dream, he was on the verge of life and death a moment ago, but a big hero appeared in front of him at this moment.

"Someone...needs...help...where..." Braum was pushed back by the snow flow, "There's Braum to help!"

The boy's nose was sour, and tears blurred his eyes.

"This is the hero! The hero in the story is real!"

Courage filled the boy's body in an instant. He bravely stepped forward against the strong wind, came to Braum's side, and stood with him against the shield.

"What are you doing!" Bron said in surprise.

"Do what a hero would do!" the boy shouted.

The little poros also jumped out of the snow cave at some point, hopping and gathering under the shield, and actually helped carry it up together.

Bloom was stunned for a moment, and then he let out a hearty laugh: "Hohohohohohoho!"

Below the snow cave, the Nuotai young woman who was breastfeeding her child continued to sing the ballad, but it was different from the gentle and tactful at the beginning. Now, the tune of the ballad has become impassioned, as if praising the heroic feat.

The little baby in her arms smiled, smiling happily.

…

"Tell me, what's the matter with you coming to me this time?" Braum sat at the counter of the tavern, drinking a large glass of goat's milk, and then feeding cookies to the little poros sitting on his lap.

Olaf, who didn't die this time, remained as usual, sitting alone in the corner drinking suffocating wine.

The Nuotai young woman that Lothar rescued is now receiving the care of the doctor, and the tavern clerk also accompanied her. The mother and child should be safe and sound.

Neither the Poro King nor the Da Kui appeared here. Although the adult Poro has the same playfulness, he is still not as close to people as the young Poro. The Poro King didn't want his army to enter the tribe, so he simply stayed in a corner of the snowy mountain.

Lothar looked outside the tavern. The survivors of the Naotai clan were now all gathered in this tribe. They sat around and sang songs with the locals to celebrate the rest of their lives, while also mourning those who died, and those who disappeared. 's tribe.

"The songs of the Nuotai tribe are really good." Losar held his chin and said, "I heard that they are all faithful believers of Anivia, which is quite rare. The tribes that don't believe in the three sisters are becoming more and more popular. not enough."

"Don't fight with Bron!" Bron raised his beard, pretending to be angry, "Don't say Bron is gone!"

"That's it." Lothar turned his gaze back to Braum. "I want you to go west to Rakstark."

"The Holy City of Avarossa" Blom stroked his beard, "What are you doing there?"

"The new Avarossa tribe has been established. I hope you can join that tribe. The new War Mother hopes to unite the entire Freljord. This should also be your dream." Losar paused and said. , "The Mother of War is the reincarnation of Avarossa."

Bloom's eyes widened: "Is reincarnation real? Would you believe it?"

"Of course I believe it." Lothar blinked mysteriously, "After all, she is my blood ally."

Bulong was startled for a moment, and then he burst out laughing: "Okay! You actually have a wife! You have a family after not seeing you for a few years! It's still a war mother! Hohohohohohoho!"

The words of Lothar and Braum attracted the attention of the tavern owner, who came over in surprise: "Is it true? You are not bragging!"

Lothar took a sip of mead: "Is it true, you can go to Rakstark and see for yourself."

The tavern owner was a little worried and said: "You said that Avarossa's new war mother wants to unify the entire Freljord, wouldn't it be a war?"

"Of course not." Lothar laughed, "Don't you know what character of the legendary Avarosa is, kind and kind, my wife, she hopes to make all Freljordans unite as a family, and mutually support each other. Sisters, brothers, and compatriots."

Braum touched the stomachs of the little poros, pondered for a while, and said, "How did your hand break?"

Lothar smiled slightly: "For my blood alliance."

Braum stared at Lothar's eyes for a long time: "I'm very angry with you, not because you lost Xiao Qiang, but because you didn't want to come to me after you lost it."

Lothar lowered his eyes: "I have no face to come to you."

"Everyone makes mistakes," Braum sighed. "Like me, if I hadn't left the Notai camp this morning, so many people wouldn't have died."

Lothar said solemnly: "Avarosa was also attacked by trolls and the Frost Guard some time ago. I heard that many trolls also took refuge in the Frost Guard, and these guys seem to have become restless."