The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Three: Frozen Bloodline

Even Haier Nuo, who admired Lothar very much on weekdays, felt that Lothar was a bit presumptuous: “Lothar, Ashe will become a war mother in the future, and she cannot fight for her without the ice blood.”

Lothar shook his head: “I’m no worse than Iceblood.”

Ashe was startled, this sentence was absolutely offensive to her mother.

Glenna took the Ice Ax from her hand and threw it at Lothar.

“No!” Ashe hurriedly stopped her, but the handle of the ax was already out of her hands, and the power of the Ice Ax created a cold wave.

Boom!

The ax stuck into the wooden pillar next to Lothar’s head.

Lothar didn’t dodge, he just looked into Glenna’s eyes quietly.

“Say it again, what you just said.” Grena’s eyes were extremely cold.

The Ice Ax was filled with cold air, and just by staying next to Lothar, frost condensed on his hair.

Lothar didn’t say anything. He silently put the venison on the table beside him, bowed to Glenna, and walked out of the big tent.

Haiernuo breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to see a promising child like Lothar lose his life because of a sudden impulsiveness.

Ashe also breathed a sigh of relief, she didn’t want Lothar to die because of herself.

“Hmph!” Grena snorted coldly, “A wolf cub wants to covet my daughter. If I knew it earlier, I should have left him in the wolf den and never brought him back.”

What happened to Lothar was just an episode. Heernuo remembered that she came to see Glenna tonight for a reason: “Glenna, let me say it again, the tribe can no longer sustain such frequent migrations.”

Grena curled her lips impatiently. Just about to say something, she suddenly heard a voice from outside the tent.

“Everyone!!!! Wake up!!!!! I’m Lothar!!!!! I’m going to be Ashe’s blood ally in the future!!!!!!”

“Everyone!!!! Wake up!!!!! I’m Lothar!!!!! I’m going to be Ashe’s blood ally in the future!!!!!!”

“Everyone!!!! Wake up!!!!! I’m Lothar!!!!! I’m going to be Ashe’s blood ally in the future!!!!!!”

There was a dead silence in the big tent.

Ashe’s face turned as red as a persimmon, and she hurried to Grena’s desk: “Mom! Lothar is crazy! I’m going to stop him now! Don’t kill him!”

“Hahahahaha!” Glenna suddenly laughed boldly.

“Oh…” Ashe was stunned. She didn’t know what her mother meant.

“Haernuo, that wolf cub said he is not inferior to Iceblood, he means courage, hahahahaha!” Glenna grabbed Ashe’s hand and said seriously, “Daughter, I admit that that wolf cub is a bit courageous, I won’t kill him, but you absolutely must not have feelings for him, he is just a warm-blooded person, not worthy of being your blood alliance.”

Ai Xi was startled, and hurriedly waved her hands and said, “Mom, you misunderstood, I didn’t like him…”

“Okay, okay.” Grena patted Ashe on the cheek, “Go and let that wolf cub calm down for a while, don’t let him wake up the whole tribe, everyone will be mentally exhausted on the way tomorrow.”

It was only then that Ashe remembered that if the entire tribe heard Lothar’s declaration, she would be ashamed to face others tomorrow.

Ashe hurried out of the tent to catch the wolf cub who was roaring with joy.

“Young man, it’s good to make a little more trouble.” Glenna smiled and looked at Ashe’s leaving back.

“Glena, their matter has been settled, but ours has not.” Haier Nuo slapped the table with both hands, “Stop migrating immediately, sister.”

Grena sighed: “Sister, why are you more annoying than that wolf cub?”

…

It took Ashe a long time to catch up to Lothar.

Lothar is not of the blood of ice, so he is naturally not as fast as Ashe in running, but Lothar scurried around every turn in the tribe, as hard to catch as a nimble snow rabbit.

Ashe threw herself on Lothar and pressed him into the snow: “You are crazy!”

Losa ate his mouth full of snow and was speechless.

Ashe helped Lothar up and patted the snow off his face.

“I’m not crazy!” Lothar ran for too long in the wind school, his whole face was frozen purple, “I said I would become your blood alliance, and I will do it!”

Aixi was angry and funny: “Aren’t you afraid that my mother will kill you?”

“Scared!” Lothar did not lie, “But I am even more afraid of being kicked out of the clan one day.”

“Who said that if you don’t become my blood alliance, you will be expelled?”

“No one said that.”

“Then you are still working so hard!”

“Because I really like you too.” Lothar said seriously.

Ashe was speechless for a moment.

After a long time, Ashe sighed. She smiled and rubbed Lotha’s frozen face with her palm: “Stop thinking about it, I’ll take you back to sleep.”

Losa stood up complaining: “Why didn’t anyone come out when I yelled so loudly? Is it too loud?”

Ashe took Lothar’s hand and led him home.

Even through the gloves Lothar was wearing, Ashe seemed to feel the warmth of his palm.

…

Lothar’s roar didn’t seem to reach the ears of anyone in the tribe. The tribe woke up as usual the next day, and people began to work on preparations for the next place. [Source; Group]: 9? 8; 0; 2 ? . 0′. 5,, 8″ 5.; 6 prepared.

Lothar yawned big, rubbed his eyes and walked out of his small tent.

Even though it was early morning, the sky didn’t seem to be getting brighter at all.

“Winter is coming again.” Lothar cheered himself up, “We have to get through this year, so don’t [source; source group]: 9? 8; 0; 2?. 0′.5,8″5 . ;6 Die. ”

After putting on thick warm clothes, he began to dismantle the tent and put all his belongings into his bag.

“Go and see Ashe.” Lothar carried it. The heavy backpack, “Maybe she fell in love with me suddenly after thinking about it all night?”

With optimistic thoughts, Lothar whistled and walked towards War Mother’s tent.

Ashe was standing outside the big tent, having a happy conversation with a man.

Ashe was still dressed in thin clothes as before. She was of ice blood, not afraid of the cold, and her beautiful arms were exposed. Lothar remembered that it was these arms that led him home at night.

Lothar, the man who talked to Ashe, knew him. He was Marukolo, a frost priest.

Lothar doesn’t like the Frost Priest, because the deer skull bone ornaments and staffs worn by the Frost Priest are very permeable.

But Lothar doesn’t like Marukolo even more, because he is taller than Lothar, and he is also very close to Ashe.

Lothar straightened his back and walked towards the two of them: “Ash!”

Ashe was shocked all over, and quickly turned her head away.

When Marukolo saw Lothar, he showed a friendly smile: “Hello, child of the wolf.”

Lothar didn’t respond to Marukolo’s kindness. Marukolo looked young and handsome. I heard that his name day was the same as Ashe’s, which made Lothar even more upset.

“Ai Xi, what do you think? Let me be your blood alliance.” Lothar asked Ai Xi regardless of the surprised eyes of the people around him.

Ashe looked at Lothar angrily: “Why are you crazy! Didn’t you say it’s impossible for the two of us?”

“Really? I don’t have a good memory, so I forgot.” Lothar said indifferently.

Section 3

Marukolo looked a little strange: “Child of the wolf, if I remember correctly, you are not of the blood of ice, are you?”

“So what if it’s not?”

“The blood alliance of the War Mother is not just a partner.” Marukolo said seriously, “It also means strength and responsibility, to defend the War Mother to the death.”

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There is a magical bloodline widely spread in the Freljord, and the locals call it “Iceblood” or “Iceborn”. People with the blood of ice are not afraid of the cold by nature, and their strength and endurance are far beyond ordinary people, and this strength can continue to grow with age. The extraordinary power of the Iceblood has also divided most of the Freljord’s clans into classes-the Iceblood class and the non-Iceblood class, the former is usually much nobler than the latter. Mortals who are not of cold blood are generally called “warm-blooded people” or “stoves”, which means “mortals who need a fire to survive”. Furnaces are usually not even qualified to participate in wars, and can only engage in grassroots work in the tribe.

——Excerpt from “Valoran Travels: The Freljord