The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Ten Delacron

The visitor was a furry guy, covered in fur, without a trace of skin exposed.

“Wait!” Ashe put the bowl on the snow and said to her fathers, “It’s a person!”

The furry man walked towards them slowly in the snow, and Ashe approached him with some doubts.

“Ash!” Yiru said anxiously.

“It’s okay.” Ashe slowly walked in front of the passer-by.

The man was holding a rope in his hand, and many small animals were tied to it, including rabbits, snow eagles, and even a rare gray-feathered mink.

“Hey! Ashe!” The furry man made Ashe’s familiar voice, “The promised meat is here.”

“Lothar” Ashe felt a moment of surprise, but was immediately replaced by anger, “What are you doing here! Do you want to die!”

Lothar stuffed the prey into Ashe’s arms, trotted to the fire, tore off the fur covering his head, and said happily, “I’m suffocating, this damn place is so frighteningly cold.”

Ashe’s sworn fathers looked at each other. Of course they knew the wolf cub in this tribe, but they didn’t expect him to catch up.

Angrily, Ashe threw the prey to the fire, grabbed Lothar by the collar, and asked, “Why did you come up? Didn’t you follow Marukolo down the mountain?”

“Why do you have to go down the mountain?” Lothar wondered.

“You! You will freeze to death!”

“No way, isn’t there a fire here? There’s still food to eat, so you can’t die.” Lothar said very optimistically.

Ashe was completely speechless. She stared blankly at Lothar’s face. Although Lothar said it easily, he was still not of the blood of ice. Lothar’s eyes were red and swollen, his lips were purple, and his eyebrows and eyelashes were frozen and glued together.

Ashe looked at the prey she had thrown on the ground again. Several of them had been frozen into ice sculptures, but each one was quite big. It was very difficult to catch such quantity and quality of prey in this season.

Ashe picked up the bowl and brought it in front of Lothar: “Eat.”

“I do not……”

“Eat!” Ashe’s eyes were red, “If you don’t eat, I’ll kick you down the mountain!”

Lothar seemed to be frightened. He hurriedly took the bowl and devoured the food in the bowl.

“Yilu…” Ashe handed the prey to Yilu, “Cook them all, you should all be hungry.”

Yilu glanced at the others: “But…”

“It doesn’t seem like it, let’s suck!” Lothar said vaguely with his mouth full of food, “I’ll grab it after the sucking…”

Yilu looked at Lothar’s appearance a little funny: “You little wolf cub, you are not of ice blood, why do you have to be so skilled at catching prey on the snow mountain?”

Lothar chewed the food and swallowed it: “Don’t compare me to you. When you are fighting and killing, I am studying the habits and nest distribution of each animal. Don’t mention it here. Can playto prey. ”

“Okay! You’re amazing!” Yilu gave Lothar a thumbs up, and then said to Ai Xi with a smile, “Ai Xi, I think the wolf cub is pretty good, and he is barely qualified to be your blood alliance.”

“Yilu!” Ashe grabbed a handful of snow and threw it on Yilu’s face. The white-bearded old man accompanied the other four men to cook the meat with laughter.

Ashe sighed helplessly, and found that Lothar was looking at her with a smirk, and immediately hugged herself vigilantly: “Don’t think badly, I didn’t agree.”

“Cut…” Lothar finished the bowl in disappointment, and began to lick the residual soup at the bottom of the bowl. Everyone in the Freljord knew that people who waste food are idiots.

Ashe glanced at Glenna. She didn’t seem to care about Lothar’s arrival, and she was still concentrating on looking at the map.

“How did you catch up with us?” Ashe sat on the snow with her arms around her knees and asked Lothar, “We walked for days and nights without sleep, what about you?”

“Same as you.” Lothar licked the oil on his lips, “I asked that frost priest to cast some magic on me, so that I could walk faster. And I also brought some bitter tree branches, chewing Wake up and refresh yourself.”

“Then how did you find us? The heavy snow should not leave footprints.”

“Only rookie hunters can find targets by footprints.” Lothar smiled triumphantly.

“Don’t be secretive!” Ashe patted Lothar on the shoulder.

“I know that your destination is the top of the mountain, and in order to prevent the Ice Son from catching up, you will definitely choose the shortest path.” Lothar nodded his head, “Five points for speculation, three points for experience, plus two points for luck, Didn’t I find you here?”

Ashe became even more angry: “It’s luck that you came up so impulsively, what if you don’t find us?”

Lothar stared blankly at Ashe’s angry look: “You don’t know what’s on the mountain, why don’t you go up the mountain with Warmother Glenna?”

“This… this is different!”

“What’s different”

“She is my mother, so I naturally want to follow her!”

“You are the one I like, so I naturally want to follow you.”

Ashe was speechless.

Her oath fathers listened to the conversation between the two with pointed ears, and kept nodding secretly to Lothar.

“Idiot…” Ashe cursed at Lothar, buried her head in her knees, and never looked at him again.

Lothar quietly washed the bowls with snow, patted the snow scum on his butt, and said to Ashe’s oath fathers: “How is the cooking, do you need spices? I brought some…”

Before Lothar finished speaking, an ominous movement came along with the wind.

Everyone, including Lothar and Glenna, looked in one direction at the same time.

In the snow curtain, oppressive black figures gradually emerged, and they were even deeper than the night itself.

Everyone felt an unprecedented coldness, not the biting coldness of the Freljord itself, but a kind of despair that seemed to swallow people whole.

Gradually, the black shadows showed their true faces.

A cavalry.

The riders were fully armed, riding cold-blooded horses with two horns, and raised their sharp spears high. Although there were a large number of riders, they were unusually quiet, neither men nor horses made any sound, and the pitch-black chill enveloped them, as if bringing deathly silence.

Their leader held an iron ax in his hand, covered his whole body with pitch-black armor, and had a ferocious horned beast under his crotch. His helmet is shaped like a bull’s horn, and the sides are turned up, with a one-eyed totem engraved in the center, announcing his identity.

“It’s Dracron!” Ashe exclaimed, and she ran to Glenna, “Mom, let’s go!”

Grena quickly put away the map, glanced at Lothar quickly, and then set her eyes on her blood allies: “Be prepared to die in battle [source’ group]: 9? 8; 0; 2 ?.0′.5,,8’5. ;6 Are you ready? ”

The five blood alliances put on their armors, held their weapons tightly, and said in unison: “The fight to the death is worth it!”

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There are many tribes in the Freljord, among which the most influential tribe is the “Frost Guard”, whose totem is a one-eyed one. Their tribe seems to hide many secrets. I tried many times but failed to sneak into them. I can only write about them through the descriptions of other tribes.

The Frost Guards claim to serve Lissandra, one of the legendary three sisters. Among them are many frost priests, distributed in various tribes of the Freljord, doing prophecy, healing and other activities for them free of charge. But their motives remain unclear, and it seems they have nothing to do but spread Lissandra’s faith.

According to the legend, the Frost Guard also raised several groups of powerful warriors. It is said that they are led by the most powerful Frost Priest. The leader of the Frost Priest who leads the cavalry is called Drakron. There are many mysteries. But one thing remained constant in the descriptions of Dracrond by the tribes I visited—their presence, if not an oracle from Lissandra, would surely bring death.

——Excerpt from “Valoran’s Travels: The Freljord