Lone Wolf of the Freljord

But this is not important, Ashe knows that now the people in her tribe are willing to lay down their weapons and call each other compatriots, this is what matters.

Ashe stepped off the stage, facing a burly man and a fat, drunken man.

"Ashe, believe me, I've never seen such a vibrant tribe as Avarossa." Braum covered his stomach and laughed, and the little poros on his shoulders giggled like him. , "Your tribe is like a big family, warm and cozy!"

Ashe smiled slightly: "Thank you for your compliment, Bron, have you considered officially joining Avarossa?"

"I don't think there's any problem." Braum nodded, "You are a militant mother, Ashe. Braum will serve you, but only if you can do good deeds."

Ashe was overjoyed: "Really! Thank you so much Bron! All the people of Avarossa will be cheered up with you!"

Gragas pushed Braum away in dissatisfaction: "It's me, it's me, Ai..."

"Ashe." Ashe reminded.

"Yes, Ashe!" Gragas rubbed his face, "When will you give me the Zhenbing and wine cellar you promised me?"

"Of course I won't go back. Zhenbing has prepared it for you and will give it to you tomorrow. I have already agreed with the craftsmen that the construction of the wine cellar will start next spring."

"That's great!" Gragas shivered with excitement, "I'll be yours from now on! Come to me if you want to drink and fight!"

Ashe said with a smile: "Since you are willing to officially join, why don't I introduce you to you now?"

"OK."

"Um...I...I have no opinion..."

Ashe took Braum and Gragas back to the high platform.

She looked down at the crowd, the noisy tribes now blending together, sharing food and mead, and stories that belonged to each tribe. The Stonespear tribes speak of the warmth and precariousness of the mountains to the south; the Red Snow tribes exaggerate how they repel the Noxian fleet at sea; the Brownfeather tribes show off their birds, the flat-haired creatures in their They performed flexibly during the banquet under the command of the fighters; there was also the Bingluo tribe, this mysterious nomadic tribe walking in the blizzard, each of their warriors had ice magic in their bodies, and they would get cold just by staying by their side. Goosebumps...

There are many, many other tribes, some of which have never known each other, some have a grudge against each other, some have even fought each other, but under Ashe's leadership, they have really started to mingle and share the joy of the festival. Celebrate.

Ashe wants to introduce Braum and Gragas to everyone. These two are very famous in the Freljord, especially Braum, who have almost been deified into legends. Their participation is bound to be extremely powerful. Greatly increases Avarosa's prestige.

But Ashe was about to speak, but froze.

She saw a group of people.

This group of people sat in a very remote position, sitting alone, these people were all iceborn, and Ashe couldn't be more familiar.

They are the Snow Chasing Tribe, a group of gangsters who will retaliate, slaughtered a small tribe under Ashe a few months ago.

The annihilated little tribe did nothing wrong, their only "sin" was joining Avarosa.

A tall woman noticed Ashe's gaze, she stood up and strode towards Ashe.

"Warmother Ashe! Avarossa's choice! Holder of the holy bow!" The woman's voice was full of anger, and it immediately attracted the attention of the entire banquet. Everyone looked at her, "I am Hilde Swam, True Knower and War Mother of the Snow Chasing Tribe!"

Ashe's mind pictured the burnt house, and her people died in agony at this woman's orders.

The Avarossa people at the banquet began to whisper, and each of them had heard of the atrocities of the Snow Chasing Tribe, and looked at them with bad expressions. Some of them had drawn their weapons and were ready to fight at any time.

Hilde walked to the high platform and looked up at Ashe: "We made an oath! Those who betrayed the faith are not allowed to follow the false Avarosa reincarnation!"

Ashe clenched his fists, and finally appeared, the person who questioned his reincarnation identity of Avarossa.

Hilde took off a heavy battle axe from behind, and the blade of the axe was covered with a layer of real ice. Although it was very thin, Ashe felt that it was real real ice, which also showed that Hilde was real at a reasonable price. Iceborn.

Ashe calculated the distance between Hilde and herself, and she saw the blood on Hilde's armor, which was the blood of the Avarossa.

Ashe tensed up, ready for the attack.

But Braum and Gragas stood up and stood in front of Ashe. Although the latter didn't seem to understand what was going on, he knew he was an Avarossa now, and he knew he needed to protect the good guy who built his cellar.

Ashe's heart warmed, these two helpers gave her a full sense of security, like two indestructible patron saints.

And these two patron saints were sent to her by her husband.

What caught Ashe by surprise was that Hilde actually knelt down.

"Forgive us, Warmother Ashe." Hilde said, "I originally came here to challenge you and expose your lies in front of all your followers. After the longbow and that amazing magic, I woke up suddenly. You are undoubtedly the reincarnation of Avarosa, and no one can deny it! To atone for my sin, I offer my weapon and my head here, please Leave my people alone. They will prove their worth, hunting and farming for you, fighting and dying in your name!"

Every snow chaser who came here followed their war mother and knelt in obedience in front of Ashe.

Immediately, there were people in the crowd who shouted for revenge: "Kill them! Blood for blood!"

"eye for eye!"

"eye for eye!"

Shouts drowned out Ashe, who recalled the time she had arrived at the scene of the slaughtered tribe. Only the burnt ruins and charred corpses remained, and several soldiers were thrown into the wilderness, where they were left to be eaten by the crows.

The old and the weak, women and children, none of them survived.

Furious tears welled up in Ashe's eyes, she jumped off the high platform, and the battle axe that Hilde offered in both hands, she was going to chop off Hilde's head, warning everyone who dared to harm her people!

Ashe felt the sight behind her.

You don't need to look at Ashe to know that that line of sight belongs to Braum.

Ashe remembered what Bron looked like when he first came to Avarosa. When he found Ashe, the first question he asked was—

"Do you really want to turn the Freljord into a big home like Lothar said?"

The axe in Ashe's hand was put down, she knew that if the axe fell, Braum would be very disappointed in her.

Killing can never end hatred, hatred will only continue without end.

Only one thing can end it.

The longbow on Ashe's back exuded a piercing chill, which calmed her mind and urged her to make the right choice.

Ashe said, "Stand up, Hilde."

Hilde stood up, her gaze full of puzzlement.

"The Snow Chasing Tribe owes a blood debt, and they are our enemies." Ashe said, not only to Hilde, but also to everyone, "But at this moment, you have fully demonstrated your repentance and Humility, you are no longer our enemies. You are Avarossa, our family. There is no hatred between your families. You will use your actual actions in the future to make up for all that you have committed. I forgive you! "

Ashe returned the battle axe to Hilde, and the tense atmosphere collapsed in an instant. Every Avarossa believed in Ashe's choice, and the atmosphere of the banquet returned.

"Well done." A big hand put a big hand on Ashe's shoulder, and Braum said softly, "Lothar didn't lie to me, you may really be able to change the Freljord."

Gragas also muttered: "Fortunately, there is no murder, the smell of blood and alcohol want to collide, the banquet should not kill people, just fight."

Ashe smiled slightly, the sadness in her heart still remained, but she couldn't show it. It was never a road of revenge, a **** road that her people needed her to follow.

Ashe stroked the bowstring, seeking solace in it.

"Lothar..." Ashe missed her husband like never before, and if he was here, she would definitely feel much better.

...

Ash came home alone.

Lothar had been gone for a few months, and Ashe was still a little uncomfortable with the absence of her bedside.

"He'll be back before winter comes." Ashe sat by the window, exhausted, but when she thought that Lothar was still running for her, she felt a sense of happiness.

The moon is very bright tonight, and the Freljord usually has thick clouds, and it is rare to see such a clear and bright moon.

Ashe quietly felt the changes in her body. Recently, her **** and buttocks have grown a lot, especially her breasts, which always feel swollen.

"Will he be startled when he comes back?" Ashe stroked her slightly bulging belly, "Next year, we will be able to see our first child, and she will be with Avarosa. The tribe grows together."

Ashe thought about the time after Lothar returned, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.

Her eyes flashed a faint blue light, and she let the eagle of foreshadowing fly around the tribe to see if she could spot her husband's return.

"Come back soon...Lothar..."

The third chapter, Vayne

"Miss, it's time for dinner." The old butler knocked on the door lightly and reminded.

Vayne got up from the ground, sweat and bruises all over her body, all beaten out by Frey.

Frey threw away the wooden spear in his hand and reached out to pull Vayne up: "What did he say?"

"He said it's time for dinner," Vayne translated, and then said to the old housekeeper in Demacian, "I see, go over right away, and you prepare first."

The old butler saluted, glanced at Frey intentionally or unintentionally, then closed the door and exited the room.

"The progress of today's training is not bad. I think you can increase the amount of training for me tomorrow." Wei En took off her coat, leaving only her underwear. She was covered in sweat and her clothes were all wet.

"Don't be too hasty, Vayne, take your time, you'll get stronger," Frey said.

Vayne twisted her neck and wrist: "I can't wait. Recently, there seems to be a message that there is a man-eating monster on the outskirts of the nearby city, and I really want to hunt it."

"You're not good now." Frey stopped Vayne from thinking, "You still need more training."

"Listen to you." Vayne believed in Frey's judgment very much. When she saw Frey's appearance, she couldn't help sighing at the gap between the two of them. After training for a whole day, Vayne was so tired that her whole body was sore, but Frey was sweating. Not a single drop, "Go eat first, I want to take a shower first."

Frey shook his head: "I'll wait for you, I'm not very used to being alone with that... butler."

Vayne smiled and said, "He's not malicious, he's just a little afraid of the Freljords."

"Fear is also a form of malice," Frey sighed. "I'm very uncomfortable here, I have to hide here, and I have to be guarded by your housekeeper and servants all day."

"I said, they're just not used to you yet."

"Anyway, I'm not comfortable with what I bring, and I'm not used to the food here. I'm a little regretful that I promised to accompany you to Demacia."

"Come on, you are not allowed to run." Vayne said and walked to the bathroom.

She took off her clothes and exposed her beautiful body to the air. She had prepared the hot water for the servant in advance. Vayne couldn't wait to jump into the bathtub and let the hot water wash away her fatigue.

The moonlight outside the skylight was beautiful, and Vayne was fascinated by the moon while taking a bath.

"How long are you going to wash?" Frey asked from outside the bathroom.

"Let me soak for a while, please Frey."

"You haven't changed the habit of being a noble woman, what should you do if you can't bear hardship in the future?"

"I'll pay attention, I'm no longer one of those delicate young ladies."

"It's hard to say, I see young men visiting you every day."

Wei En sneered disdainfully: "They are just coveting my property. In their eyes, I am an ignorant little girl holding gold, and I am too lazy to care about them."

"Aren't you going to get married? I think the housekeeper seems to hope that you can find a husband."

"He's doing it for my own good, but I really don't have the heart to fall in love right now."

For some reason, Vayne suddenly remembered the Freljord boy, and the funny way he had a **** on his head all day.

"Frey, I have a question for you."

"you say."

"Do you Freljords have the custom of putting a **** on your head?"

"Oh, you said Zhenfu Stone."

"what stone"

Frey introduced Vayne to Vayne about the customs of Zhenfu Stone in detail. If a man insists on melting the ice stone in the jar, he can get the right to cheat once.

Wei En's face suddenly turned red, and she was extremely shocked: "That little bastard! He didn't want to be with me..."

"What did you ask Zhenfu Shi to do?"

"No...nothing!" Wei En hurriedly perfunctory.

Wei En looked at her body, and there were some faint scars on it. These injuries were healed by the boy's hands.

"Next time I see him, I must beat him hard and make him think about me." Vayne sank her mouth into the water, the moonlight sprinkled on the water in her bathtub, she thought and spit Bubble, mash the sparkling into a piece of broken silver.

She didn't even notice it herself, and there was a faint smile on her face.

The fourth chapter joker

I was running wild in the street.

I'm not familiar with this country, and it's very different from the homeland where I remember the soft snowballs.

I miss home. I miss my dad Daqua, my poros, and Braum's cheese crackers and Lothar's beet soup.

But I can't go back, I've lost my way home, and I'm being held hostage by a terrible demon.

The demon pretended to be a human, but I knew she was actually a very scary guy, scarier than night, scarier than starvation.

Although it was quite comfortable and soft and fragrant when I was hugged by her on my chest, as soon as I saw her eyes, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep.

Fortunately, Xiangxiang Devil doesn't seem to want to eat me, and feeds me every day, but I always think she has bad intentions.

I hate her, who told her to hurt Lothar, and the girl who named me "The Laugher".