The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

“Glenna! You’re already crazy!”

“I’m not crazy! This is God’s revelation! Can’t you see it!”

Ashe just walked to the door of the house, but heard a fierce quarrel coming from her mother’s tent.

Ashe trembled all over, she quietly approached the tent, eavesdropping on what happened inside.

“It’s Aunt Heerno!” Ashe recognized who was arguing with her mother. In fact, she was the only one in the clan who was qualified to quarrel with Glenna, who was a battle mother.

“Glenna, I beg you, do you know what our tribe has become in pursuit of the illusory throne of Avarosa!” Hiernuo’s voice became louder and louder.

“As long as you find it, all sacrifices are worth it. I’ve made up my mind. You don’t need to say anything.” Glenna seemed very impatient.

Ashe was a little at a loss. She wanted to rush in to stop the quarrel between her mother and aunt, but she knew that going in would be useless.

“What should I do?” Ashe clenched her chest tightly.

“Hey!” A hand patted Ashe’s back.

Ashe jumped up in shock, and turned back in shock and anger.

It was Lothar, wearing a thick fur coat and carrying a bundle of venison in his hand.

“Lothar! What are you doing!”

Lothar proudly showed Ashe the venison in his hand: “It’s for you, I can’t finish it all by myself.”

Before Ashe had time to say anything, Glenna’s majestic voice suddenly came from the tent.

“Who!”

Lothar looked behind Ashe curiously: “Is it Warmother Glenna calling us?”

Ashe punched Lothar hard on the chest: “I was killed by you!”

Lothar didn’t know why.

Ashe took a deep breath, opened the curtain, and tried to make her voice sound as innocent as possible: “It’s me, Mom, Aunt Heerno.”

Heernuo is a tall and strong woman like Glenna. They looked at each other and stopped arguing.

“Ash.” Glenna frowned, “I remember I told you to go to bed.”

“I’m going to sleep…”

“She went to my house for soup.” Lothar followed Ashe and walked in.

Ashe wished she could strangle Lothar to death.

“Drink the soup.” Glenna looked at Lothar, “What kind of soup?”

“White venison soup with pyracantha root.” Lothar held up the venison in his hand showing off, “I just hunted it during the day, and it’s very delicious.”

Heernuo didn’t quarrel with Glenna anymore. She smiled and said to Lothar, “You wolf cub, how come you can hunt prey every week? Many iceborn can’t do it.”

Lothar pouted in disdain: “Hunting is not something that can be done with great strength and not afraid of the cold. I can distinguish the smell of feces from all the animals on the mountain. Can they?”

After hearing this, Ashe silently stood a little further away from Lothar.

Glenna didn’t pay too much attention to Lothar, but just took a second look at the venison in his hand, and said to Ashe: “We’ve finished the soup, so go to bed quickly, Aunt Haier Nuo is going home too. ”

Heernuo’s expression sank: “Grena, we’re not done talking yet!”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Glenna looked at the map on the table. “Haernuo, take the wolf cub out. Although he is not of ice blood, he can become a good hunter with more training.”

Lothar puffed up his chest: “War Mother Grena, I don’t want to be a hunter.”

Glenna looked at Lothar: “Then what do you want to be?”

Ashe had a vague premonition.

“I want to be Ashe’s blood alliance!” Lothar said confidently.

Ashe now just wants to dig a snow hole and bury herself in it.

Heer Nuo opened his mouth wide in surprise, and Glenna also raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Do you know what you’re talking about, wolf cub.” Glenna’s voice became oppressive.

“of course I know.”

“Are you of ice blood?”

“no.”

“Then what qualifications do you have to be my daughter’s blood alliance!” Glenna growled and stood up like a female bear protecting her calf.

Lothar was not frightened: “There is no rule that the blood alliance of the War Mother must be of ice blood.”

Ashe looked at Glenna and Lothar who were facing each other. One was the battle mother with the highest status in their tribe, and the other was a boy who had no father or mother and was raised by wild wolves.

“Who gave him the courage to resist his mother?” Ashe was confused, “Could it be that he really likes me?”

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In the Freljord, the blood alliance is the most solemn and solemn ceremony, which usually needs to go through a long process to establish, including sacrifices, debates, banquets and so on. Both parties can be brothers, sisters, or partners. And the most important of these is the blood alliance oath. The two people who signed the oath of blood alliance will become husband and wife, stay together for a lifetime, and never separate.

——Excerpt from “Valoran Travels: The Freljord