The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Delacron Appears

“Okay, don’t talk anymore, just nod or shake your head.” Lothar looked at the battlefield in the distance. The battle between Braum and Olaf didn’t seem to be over for a while. He looked at the pregnant woman and said seriously , “Have you ever had a baby before?”

The pregnant woman shook her head.

Lothar’s head was sweating even more. A woman’s childbirth has always been a struggle with death. Pregnant women giving birth for the first time are even more dangerous, not to mention premature birth.

“Do you believe me?” Lothar swallowed, “I can kill your child, so that you have a great hope of surviving.”

The pregnant woman opened her eyes wide and shook her head sharply.

“Your child was born prematurely, and it will be difficult to live to the name day after birth. It is more important to save your life.” Lothar continued to persuade.

The pregnant woman shook her head even more violently, her eyes dim with tearsHis eyes implored Lothar.

“If both mother and child died at my hands, Bron would definitely not go to Avarosa with me.” Losa sighed silently in his heart, and he chose to respect the pregnant woman’s decision.

“Since you want to keep the baby, I’m the only one who will deliver it to you. But I’ve only delivered goats, wild boars, or Ernyuks before, and I’ve never delivered a human. You must be mentally prepared. 9?8;0;2?.0′.5,,8″5. ; 6 prepare. If you agree, you nod. ”

The pregnant woman nodded without the slightest hesitation.

“Huh…” Lothar took a deep breath, allowing the cold air of the Freljord to relieve his tension and calm his mood.

Lothar took out a piece of hard incense wood from his hunting bag, and brought it to the pregnant woman’s mouth: “Bite.”

The pregnant woman obediently bit the wooden stick, and then voluntarily separated her legs.

Lothar’s expression was extremely serious. Even after experiencing so many lives and deaths, he was never so nervous as he is now.

He took out another knife from his hunting pocket and slit open the pregnant woman’s pants.

…

Olaf was very upset.

Very upset with Bron.

“Smelly bald head! Can you fucking stop me!” Olaf just wanted to apply a frost magic to exchange injuries for injuries, and cut off the head of that annoying frost guard. As a result, Braum came from afar Fang jumped forward and raised his giant shield to block the blow for him.

“Bron will protect you!” Bron gave Olaf a thumbs up.

“You fucking understand Freljord, don’t you! I tell you to get out of here!” Olaf said frantically.

“You are seriously injured, Braum will not let you die!”

“I fucking want to die! Can you control me!”

Although the cooperation between Olaf and Braum is basically a negative effect, the strength of the two is really too strong. The Frost Guard’s attack was completely unable to penetrate the giant shield in Bron’s hand, but was knocked down one by one by the heavy ice cubes inspired by the shield. As for Olaf, although he was covered with injuries, the more he was injured, the more violent he became, and his speed and strength became stronger and stronger. The two axes mercilessly harvested the life of the Frost Guard. And under Bron’s deliberate control, the battlefield between them and the Frost Guard was getting farther and farther away from the snow-capped mountains, giving the Notai people as much time as possible to escape.

“Fuck! It’s all because of the bald man!” Olaf felt aggrieved. There were seventy or eighty Frost Guards this time. If he fought alone, he might die. After leaving a lot of firepower from the Frost Guards, they couldn’t call Olaf at all.

“Fuck! Can you fucking send some powerful guys!” Olaf patted his chest indignantly, and his roar resounded throughout the battlefield.

Braum frowned suddenly, and the giant shield stood in front of Olaf.

“Fuck! You’re at it again!” Olaf couldn’t bear it any longer. He raised his ax and wanted to hack Bron’s back to vent his anger.

“A strong enemy is coming!” Braum’s words stagnated Olaf’s ax in the air.

Olaf looked sideways from Braum’s giant shield, and a figure appeared behind the frost guards.

The person who came was tall and held a strange-looking giant sword in one hand. His pitch-black armor was exactly the same as that of the Frost Guards, but there was an additional mark on the helmet—the one-eyed totem.

Everyone in the Freljord knows that it is Lissandra’s totem.

“Dracron.” Bron said solemnly, “The general of the Frostguard.”

Olaf and Bron thought about it, and a smile appeared on his face from the heart: “Good job! It’s no fun just killing these little ones!”

Bron reminded: “Don’t take it lightly! Dracron is here, and most of the cavalry of the Frost Guards are also there!”

“Cavalry!” Olaf was even happier. He couldn’t wait to have a head-on confrontation with the Frostguard Cavalry’s charge.

Delacron raised his great sword high and pointed it straight at it.

Bron was taken aback. Delacron’s sword was not pointed at him, nor was it Olaf behind him.

But further back, the snow-capped mountains.

“No!” Braum shouted.

Countless frost cavalry rushed out of the black cold air. They bypassed Bron and Olaf far away, without giving them a chance to stop them. The jet-black warhorses rushed towards the snow-capped mountains at an astonishing speed. Their purpose was obvious—to hunt down and kill the Notai clan.

Bron wanted to stop Drakron’s cavalry, and Olaf wanted to fight them, but the cavalry circled too fast, and it was impossible for them to catch up.

“Why!” Although the reasons for their rage were different, Bron and Olaf yelled at Delacron with one voice, and their voices even overwhelmed the iron hooves of the reunited cavalry.

Delacron didn’t answer the two of them. He lightly raised a gesture and led the Frost Guards to approach Bron and Olaf.

Braun was heartbroken. He really couldn’t think of any way to save the Notai people who were still fleeing. Although they had been fleeing for a long time, they couldn’t outrun the cavalry no matter what. Even if they fled to the mountainside, Delacron’s cavalry would drive them and all the tribes on the mountainside to extinction.

But he didn’t have the energy to think about it anymore. The only thing he could do now was to defeat Delacron as quickly as possible, and then go back to stop the cavalry.

But is Delacron with dozens of frost guards so easy to defeat?

Bron looked at the barbarian warrior who was holding a double ax by his side, and said in a low voice, “Bron will no longer protect you, quick battle, be careful yourself.”

Olaf gave a big smile, and the two axes twirled between his palms: “It’s so good, let’s see how I will overthrow these black iron cans!”

Braum nodded, and the magic on the giant shield began to activate.

“We must protect them, Lothar.” Braum prayed silently, longing for a miracle to happen.

…

In the snow cave at the foot of the mountain, pregnant women of the Notai tribe are fighting against death.

“Don’t be afraid, keep breathing, Qian Jue won’t take you away!” Lothar encouraged, while closely observing the pregnant woman’s vulva, the amniotic fluid flowed out, and the pregnant woman was also contracting the birth canal forcefully, “Yes! Try harder One point! I’m almost at the end!”

The pregnant woman was biting the wooden stick tightly, tears and sweat pouring out continuously, her arms were fluttering all the time, hoping to catch something.

Finally, Lothar saw the top of the fetus’s head appear slowly.

“Okay! It’s ok! Don’t use too much force! Let him slide out slowly!” Lothar stretched his hand between the pregnant woman’s crotch, ready [source; source group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,, 8 “5.; 6 prepare to catch the fetus’ head.

Suddenly, Lothar felt the ground tremble, and something was rapidly approaching them.

Lothar hurriedly looked out of the snow cave. On the snow-white ground below the mountain, a majestic black cold air was surging, and the mountain climbing should start soon.

“Delacron’s cavalry!” Lothar exclaimed in his heart. He will never forget the encounter with Ashe on the snowy mountain in his life. Grena and Ashe’s sworn fathers all died at the hands of the cavalry. inside.

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Being targeted by the Frost Guards, maybe you are just unlucky. If you survive the catastrophe, you shouldn’t have a hard time in the future.

Section 53

But if you are targeted by Delacron, then you can only ask for luck. That totem on Drakron’s helmet is not a decoration, it means one thing – you are being noticed by Lissandra the Frost Witch.

-Folk Tales of the Freljord