The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Apology

The tavern owner was very surprised. He looked at the unattractive young man, and then at the tall and burly Bron: “Do you know each other?”

“I know.” Lothar said.

“I don’t know!” Braum gave another answer. He seemed very angry, turned his head away from Lothar, and stretched out his arms angrily to make the Poro jump on his shoulders. Step to the bar.

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The tavern owner and the boy looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

Judging from the boy’s name that Bloom could call out, the two obviously knew each other, but Bloom didn’t admit it, obviously there was something hidden in it.

What was even more surprising was the tavern owner. He had known Bron for many years. This man had always been extremely friendly and generous to others. Even if someone had provoked Bron in a rather excessive way, Bron would still turn enemies into friends in a humorous way.

This was the first time the tavern owner saw Bron angry.

Lothar sighed silently as he looked at Bron’s angry back.

“Boy, this is the legendary Bron.” Olaf, the berserker sitting next to Lothar, looked at Bron carefully as soon as he entered the door. He made a fight.”

“Don’t waste your efforts. Didn’t I tell you earlier that Braum would not fight anyone to the death?” Lothar’s words dispelled Olaf’s thoughts.

“Then why do I insist on killing him?” The strong man was right in front of him, but Olaf still didn’t give up.

“Then he will only defend, and then find an opportunity to throw you to the ground and reason with you. Believe me, he will definitely do this. I understand him.”

“It’s boring…” Olaf has also heard some legends about Bloom, so he has long been mentally prepared [Resources’Group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8 “5.;6 Bei, “He didn’t fight back when he hit him, so why did I die? No wonder he only held a shield. By the way, this shield is really big. This is the first time I have seen such a big shield. ”

“That’s not a shield,” Lothar stood up, “That’s a door.”

“Ha…” Olaf didn’t understand.

Losa rolled his eyes at this berserker who was full of thoughts about how to kill him in battle. Lothar didn’t explain, but just put down his wine glass and walked towards the counter where Bron was sitting.

The tavern owner took the servant out of the back kitchen and prepared it for Bron and the Poro early in the morning. [Source; Group]: 9? 8; 0; 2?. 0′. 5, 8″ 5 .; 6 prepared goat’s milk and cream biscuits, on counter.

The poro happily clustered to the plate containing the biscuits, the little furballs crowded around and fought for each other, and a few smaller poro were pushed out, with their feet in the air.

“Hey, hey, little ones, don’t grab it.” Bron picked up a biscuit and fed it to the little poro who didn’t grab the food.

“You still like Poro so much as always.” Lothar sat on the chair beside Braum and spoke.

“Hmph!” Bron’s goatee on his upper lip trembled a few times, and he ignored Lothar.

The tavern owner and the servant looked at each other. One of them wanted to catch up with old friends, and the other wanted to have a few more words with the hero he admired. But the atmosphere was so embarrassing that neither of them could speak.

Olaf, who was the only one not affected by the atmosphere, was digging his ears bored at the moment, staring at the table with both feet, and found that the jug had bottomed out, and roared, “Add more wine!”

The boy seemed to run away and went to deliver wine to Olaf. Lothar said a few more words to Braum, but he still ignored it. He just concentrated on drinking the goat’s milk and feeding the little Poro carefully. .

“Oh…” Lothar sighed, “Are you still unwilling to forgive me? Bron.”

“Forgive.” The tavern owner and the boy pricked up their ears, very curious about what happened between the boy with a broken arm and Bron. Only Olaf was not interested at all, and drank his wine on his own.

“Bron doesn’t know you.” Bron turned his back and didn’t look at Lothar.

Everyone was speechless for a while. It was obvious that Bron called out Lothar’s name just now, but in a blink of an eye he said that he didn’t know him.

Lothar picked up a piece of biscuit crumbs on the counter, and a young poro the size of half a fist ran towards Lothar’s finger with bright eyes, but was stopped by Braum halfway.

“Come on, little guy, eat here.” Bron held the little Poro in his palm and fed it biscuits.

Lothar was silent for a while, and said, “I went to Demacia again some time ago.”

Bron didn’t respond.

Lothar continued: “I tried my best to find Xiaoqiang, but I still couldn’t find him.”

Bron didn’t respond.

“I should have told you about the girl named Laxana, right? The girl who gave Xiaoqiang the Demacia name of Joker. I reunited with her, and I’ve been through a lot, and I believe I’ve found something about Xiaoqiang. A clue to the disappearance.”

Bron shook his shoulders, turned slightly sideways, and secretly glanced at Lothar.

“Finally willing to listen to me.” Lothar thought in his heart, and continued to say to Bron, “Although it is still unclear, I can basically be sure that Xiao Qiang must have been taken away by the woman who attacked me. As long as I find her, I will definitely find Xiaoqiang.”

Braum didn’t speak, but just quietly watched the Poro who were feasting on the pile of biscuits.

After a long time, Braum turned around, poked his thick fingers on Lothar’s chest, and said, “Bron doesn’t trust you anymore. I entrusted Xiaoqiang to you out of trust! But you failed me!”

After angrily scolding, Bron’s eyes actually burst into tears: “My little Jiang! My poor little Jiang! It’s still so small! It’s still hurt!”

Everyone in the tavern was dumbfounded, as if they couldn’t believe that this well-known hero was sobbing like a little girl.

Lothar looked at Bron guiltily: “I’m really sorry, Bron, I swear, I will definitely get Xiaoqiang back.”

Bron stopped sobbing, his beard stood on end, and he said angrily, “Do you think I’m mad at you for losing Xiaoqiang!”

Lothar was taken aback for a moment: “No…otherwise.”

“I’m angry because…” Bron was about to say something, but the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open.

The person who came in was a young man covered in blood, and his attire looked like a herdsman. He ran to Bron’s feet under the astonished eyes of everyone, and sat down weakly: “Bron! Bron!”

Bron’s expression immediately became extremely serious. He hastily squatted down and comforted him: “Don’t worry, speak slowly, what happened?”

“Everyone!” The young man swallowed his saliva with a panicked expression, “Everyone has been attacked! It’s the Frost Guard!”

Lothar and Olaf looked at each other, and the berserker stepped hard on the table with his feet on the floor, and said with a grin: “It’s the Frost Guard again! These tin cans really deserve to be killed!”

Lothar frowned.

“Take him to someone to treat him.” Bron said to the tavern owner, “The Notai clan has been attacked. Tell everyone here not to go to the foot of the mountain in the north. The Notai clan is temporarily stationed there.”

Although the boss was a little flustered when he heard the Frost Guard appear, Bron’s deep voice and tall figure calmed him down: “Mmm! I’ll do it right away!”

Bron nodded, and said to the Poro: “You guys just eat the biscuits here obediently, and Bron will be right back!”

After finishing speaking, he picked up the huge shield with one hand and rushed out of the tavern. Lothar and Olaf followed closely behind. The tavern owner quickly carried the injured young man on his back and ran out of the tavern to find a doctor.

The boy stared blankly at the tavern that had suddenly become deserted. Only the bloodstains left by the youth on the ground, and the little Poros on the counter who were still fighting with the biscuits reminded him what happened.

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Fights and settlements between tribes take place every day in the Freljord.

The battle for survival in this extremely cold bad land has not changed since ancient times.

But there is a man who believesThe Freljord is a wonderful home for all.

He is carrying a huge shield, guarding the smiling faces of every Freljord child.

He reminds us all the time that the people of the Freljord are connected by blood.

——Excerpt from the Freljord ballad “Goat’s Head and Great Shield”