The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: The Poro King

Poro’s running speed is very fast. Although they look chubby and have short legs, compared to their speed on snow, even snow leopards may not be able to outrun them.

Lothar struggled to follow Da Kui to the mountain. He was going to meet a very powerful guy—the King of Poro.

Da Kui has always been the king’s guard. If he is here, the Poro King must also be here, and if the Poro King is here, then the Poro army under his command must also be here.

“Quick! It must be faster than the cavalry!” Lothar climbed the mountain with both hands and feet. With one arm, he climbed the mountain far less nimbly than before, but Da Kui always lends a hand at critical moments…or should be called a paw.

Before reaching the mountainside, Lothar finally arrived at the destination under the leadership of Da Kui.

Many Poro gathered here, some of them were as big as Dakui. If someone saw this scene, they would definitely doubt their eyes—these Poro were all holding weapons, such as spears, bows and arrows, Warhammer and more.

As soon as Da Kui came back, all the Poro gave way one after another, and Da Kui led Lothar straight to a unique Poro.

This Poro is bigger than all other Poro, and it is a Poro in the prime of life. Wearing armor with spikes on its horns and holding an iron sword in its small paws, although it still looks cute, it is undoubtedly the leader of the poro group.

This Poro stood majestically on a rock, and when he saw Da Kui and Lothar approaching, he stuck out his tongue.

The last time Lothar saw the Poro King was when he was very young. At that time, he had just met Bron, the Poro Shepherd.

Very few people can become the shepherds of Poro. Poro has very high requirements – those who take care of them must be kind-hearted, warm-hearted, and have a childlike innocence.

Lothar remembered that Bron once told him that his lifelong dream was to be a Poro shepherd forever. Being a self-sacrificing hero was not his original wish. Two people influenced him to become such a hero.

One is Bloom’s motherDear, a woman who firmly believes that all people in the Freljord are one family.

The other one is the Poro King in front of Lothar.

“King, it’s me, Lothar.” Lothar bowed, he knew that this Poro was very polite, “I need your help, the army of the Frost Guard is approaching, they want to kill, Braum is stopping them , but not enough, I need your help.”

The Poro King flicked his tongue. He held up the iron sword, pointed at Lothar, and pointed at Da Kui.

Da Kui turned his head angrily.

Lothar sighed, he knew what the Poro King meant: “I did lose Xiaoqiang and failed the trust of you and Dakui, and I will have no face to see Braum and you in the future. But I really worked hard Looking for it, and I really need your help this time!”

The Poro King blinked, and the other Poro gathered around one after another, talking to the Poro King.

Lothar anxiously waited for the result. Although the Poro King had always had a sense of justice like Braum, after all Lothar had done something wrong to them, and he was not sure if the Poro King was willing to take action.

Finally, the Poro King stuck his sword into the stone and nodded seriously towards Lothar.

“It really is a Poro…” Lothar couldn’t help thinking, “Even their king is too cute to bear.”

…

The cavalry was galloping on the snow-capped mountains.

The speed of the war horses on the hillside was not as fast as that on the plains, and the complex terrain still slowed down their speed a little.

But the cavalry team was not in a hurry. It was impossible for the Notai people to run past them with their legs. It was only a matter of time before they were caught up.

The sun has almost risen to the highest altitude, the wind and snow are a little less, the weather is clear, and the view on the mountain has become very wide.

Suddenly, the leading cavalry raised their flag guns high, and the cavalry stopped one after another.

The cavalry looked in the direction pointed by the tip of the flag gun.

Rao is the ruthless and murderous Frost Guard, when he saw the things on the mountain, he couldn’t help feeling a little confused.

Countless poros stood on the cliff, looking down at them from a high position. Their fluffy appearances were piled together, looking like a field of dandelions from a distance.

The cute little Poro that countless people love, and the bloody slaughterer Frost Guard that countless people fear, are separated by a distance of hundreds of meters, facing each other far away.

This scene was too weird, and the atmosphere became extremely stiff for a while.

Something even weirder happened.

A Poro holding an iron sword stood at the front of the group of Poro, standing proudly, it was the Poro King.

It raised its long sword and slashed at the cavalry from across the sky.

Under the shocked eyes of the cavalry, countless poro took out their bows and arrows one after another.

They were in groups of two. One poro was responsible for holding the bow handle firmly, while the other poro used its small claws to grab the arrow tail, put it on the bowstring and pull it back.

The cavalry immediately realized what they were about to face, but it was too late to avoid it now.

As the sword-wielding Poro shouted freely, countless arrows were shot high and uniformly arced across the air, forming a rain of arrows above the heads of the cavalry.

As cavalry, they didn’t wear shields, and they didn’t expect to be exposed to the arrow rain caused by Poro.

The leading cavalry ordered the flag gun to point forward. Even in the face of countless arrows, all the cavalry did not back down, but faced it head-on.

Arrows rained down.

The black and cold air emanating from the cavalry shook many arrows away, and the remaining arrows failed to penetrate their armor. Although some arrows pierced through the weak points of the armor, they failed to make the cavalry The team has been reduced.

The Poro King jumped up, and the Poro nocked their arrows again, and the second wave of arrows was coming.

…

In the snow cave, the young Nuotai woman who just got a newborn squinted her eyes peacefully, and she hummed an ancient song softly. The little poro sitting around the young woman seemed to like the song she sang very much, and they stopped making noise abnormally, but listened quietly.

“He’s from Nuotai after all.” Sitting at the entrance of the snow cave, the little servant said to himself, “I don’t forget to sing at this time.”

Although the young woman hummed intermittently, the servant did not know why he could hear a long and melodious melody.

“She’s quite pretty…” The servant blushed a little as he looked at the young face of the new mother, and was a little curious about her name, but he still didn’t ask.

The mother and child are safe, and I don’t seem to have anything to do. The boy was in a panic, and at the same time, he was very concerned about what happened to Bron, so he silently left the snow cave for a short distance.

He first looked in the direction of the plain, and barely saw the flames of war in the distance.

“Is Bron fighting at that place?” The boy sighed in his heart. He felt that he had no hope of going there, not to mention that he still had to guard that young Notai woman. It takes a long time to get there.

“Where did the boy with the broken arm go?” The boy looked towards the mountain again, but he saw nothing but the towering mountain top and cliff.

“Hey, what is that?” The boy seemed to have seen something. He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, “The snow on the mountain… seems to be moving.”

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“Have you heard? Someone saw the Poro army! An army with weapons!”

“Ha, are you stupid? Why don’t you say that you saw a rabbit establish a kingdom!”

“That person said it was true! It’s that…that Buyersson!”

“You can believe the crazy words of that old man Buyersen who is talking big,If Poro also has a king, then does the kitten or puppy, or the gutter mouse in the wine cellar also have a king! ”

“What you said is also reasonable… Poro King… is really ridiculous, it should be fake…”

“Yeah!”

Section 54

—— Chatting in the Drunken Owl’s Small House