The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Danger Zone

Gragas opened his eyes slightly: “My own wine cellar…sounds pretty good…how big can it be?”

Lothar pointed to the drunk owl restaurant next to him: “It’s the same size as this one… no, how about twice the size?”

Gragas’ eyes glowed with excitement: “Really, you didn’t lie to me?”

Lothar knew in his heart that the invitation to Gragas was basically a sure thing, and this fat man who was addicted to alcohol could not resist such a temptation.

“Of course I didn’t lie to you, and the tribe will not restrict your freedom. You can leave whenever you want, and no one will stop you.” Lothar said straightforwardly.

“But…” Gragas was very moved. He looked at Zui Xiao’s Restaurant reluctantly, “The wine in this place is really delicious.”

Lothar knew that Gragas was still reluctant to part with the boss’s formula, and it was time for him to take out the last bargaining chip.

“I don’t remember that the Zhenbing in your wine barrel is very big.” Lothar said.

When Lothar met Gragas, he heard that he accidentally picked up a piece of pure ice. This thing is the perfect treasure for chilling wine. He has always put it inside the wine barrel to keep the wine inside always frosty and sweet. And it also has magical powers.

Gragas immediately realized something, and excitedly grabbed Lothar’s shoulder: “Really! You can give me Zhenbing again! Really!”

“I can’t give you too much. You know how precious Zhenbing is. But I’m also the blood alliance of the War Mother. As long as you can serve the tribe in the future, it’s okay to give you a small piece.”

“Deal!” Gragas smashed Lothar’s chest readily, almost flying him away, “I can study the formula by myself, Zhenbing is too difficult to make, so you must give it to me after you have agreed what!”

GurajaSi happily asked a guide to take him to Lax Stark. Olaf patted Lothar on the shoulder: “What kind of guys do you know? This is the fiercest fat man I have ever seen in my life.”

Lothar rubbed his aching chest: “I met him when the Avarosa tribe migrated to the east when I was a child. At that time, Gragas was very famous in the east. He was said to be an alcoholic who was addicted to alcohol, Not only did he drink a lot and he liked to fight, he often fought in groups one by one, and his reputation was so great that even Ashe had heard of it, and Avarosa liked to talk about him at that time.”

“It turned out to be famous in the east, no wonder I haven’t heard of it.” Olaf looked at Gragas’s back with pity, “He dared to drink Zhenbing Bubble Wine. He really has some skills, and the blood of the ice is also good. There’s no way to do this… This guy doesn’t use a weapon, so he has to give him a set of close-fitting armor when he goes back, so that he can fight him to the death in a fair way.”

“You don’t have to fight for Gragas.” Lothar looked towards the mountains to the east. “The next person we’re looking for is the opponent I’ve chosen for you.”

Olaf immediately regained his spirits: “It’s finally here, I’m getting impatient for waiting!”

Lothar didn’t speak, but just quietly stared at the dark clouds on the distant hills.

“There’s going to be a storm over there.”

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After crossing six mountains and five forked rivers in a row, Losar and Olaf’s next destination was not as good as a tavern.

The bear hunting ground.

In the Freljord, no one is not afraid of the bears, and their reputation is even worse than that of trolls and frost guards.

Although extremely rare, there are indeed a handful of tribes that are friendly to humans among the trolls; although the Frost Guards invade and slaughter other tribes every year, the frost priests they send are still serving as healers and shamans no matter what their purpose is. The job has helped a lot of people.

As for the bear people, they can almost be equated with words like brutality, bloodthirsty, and madman. These words can’t even fully describe their horror.

When you meet trolls and frost guards, you still have a one-in-a-million chance of surviving, but when you meet bearmen… So far, in the various folklore and stories of the Freljord, is there anyone who survives? The Bearman returned safely.

According to the legend, when encountering bear people, one must either die or become one of them. There is no third way.

They are the gods of storm and war, and the followers of the giant bear Volibear. Apart from conquering and killing, they don’t have any other desires.

Fortunately, according to ancient legends, Lissandra signed an ancient contract with the bear people. As long as humans do not venture into the hunting grounds belonging to the bear people, then the bear people will not easily attack humans. Proclaimed by the Frost Priest, the Bearman is a mysterious and terrifying existence to all human tribes in the Freljord, but very few people have actually faced the Bearman.

Just happened to meet Lothar.

Lothar knew that the bear man’s hunting ground was not an absolute forbidden area for life as spread in many tribes, where trespassers would die. In fact, bear man could be avoided relatively safely with a few tricks.

Olaf had never been to a bear hunting ground before. His hometown, the Lokfar Peninsula, was in the westernmost part of the Freljord, while the bear hunting grounds were mostly inland.

The Bearman Hunting Ground gives people a very bad feeling, oppressive, silent, and dark. It seems that the light of the sun and the moon are deliberately avoiding this place, making this place so gloomy that it doesn’t seem like a human world.

But Lothar thinks it’s okay, at least he is someone who has experienced Fossbarrow’s nightmare, and this kind of darkness is acceptable to him, and this is not the first time he has come to the bear hunting grounds.

Olaf was grinding his teeth with excitement, and his hands holding the double axes trembled slightly. Lothar knew that this berserker’s desire for an honorable death was deeply rooted in his bones, so he didn’t say anything to dampen his enthusiasm.

After all, what Lothar arranged for him was indeed a bitter battle.

The first priority of operations in the Bearman’s hunting grounds is to hide your whereabouts, apply grass powder on your body and clothes to remove the smell, and walk and talk in a low voice as much as possible. Bear people are very sensitive beasts, if they don’t do this, they may be discovered within half a day in the hunting ground, and then they will be hunted to death by an unknown number of bear people.

“The range of this bearman’s hunting ground is very large…” Lothar estimated the size of the hunting ground based on the wind direction and mountain conditions, “I have to track down the bearman’s footprints first.”

Olaf also changed from his usual looseness and vulgarity. The strange and heavy pressure in the bear hunting ground made him nervous, and his eyes were vigilantly observing his surroundings like an alert lion.

Every time Lothar and Olaf walked, they could see the corpses of their prey. The carcasses of these animals had been bitten clean, and there was no piece of meat to be found. The skulls had also been taken away, and their whereabouts were unknown.

“The lost one…” Lothar observed the footprints left next to an animal corpse. The footprints were almost disappearing, and they should have existed for a while, but Lothar still found it.

“Is there a lost person here?” Olaf asked in a low voice.

Lothar’s complexion was not very good-looking, and he felt sick when the lost person was mentioned.

These human beings in bear skins gave up their hearts and wills, and slowly transformed into bear people through savage hunting and bloody rituals.

“Nazak, I found you…” Lothar recalled the face of a boy his age, said a name softly, and said to Olaf, “It is the opponent I found for you.”

The pronoun Lothar uses is “it”.

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Tips for traveling.

When you go to the Freljord, it’s best to ask the local bear huntersThe scope of the field, mark them on the map, and then go around far away.

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What will happen if you ask me not to bypass

Let’s put it this way, I have a jumping device on my body that can escape any danger, even if the entire Piltover guard team is dispatched, it is impossible to catch me.

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No, I am not provoking Sergeant Caitlin, this is a metaphor, do you understand the metaphor? In short, what I want to say is that even a seasoned, well-equipped and handsome explorer like me will be taken by those stinking The bear man grabbed a piece of flesh from his ass.

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No, I won’t show you my ass.

——Excerpt from the Piltover radio program recording “Secrets of Adventures in Runeterra No. 596: Interview with Piltover’s youngest and most outstanding explorer——Ezreal”