The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Hall

“It’s just a little food.” Gragas ate a piece of bread in one bite, babbling his mouth unsatisfied.

“It’s impossible for me to get enough for you when I go to pick up the food. That would be suspicious.” Lothar looked at the strip of meat in his hand depressed. In order to give Gragas food, he basically didn’t eat enough these days Pass.

“Sigh, without alcohol, everything you eat is like chewing sand.” Gragas looked more depressed than Lothar.

“It’s good to eat something, do you know how much effort I have spent these days trying to hide you?” Lothar sighed, “Fortunately, the Frost Guards seem to be busy catching foxes or mice recently, and have no time to take care of them.” Me, otherwise you, a big fat man, wouldn’t be able to hide.”

“So, have you found where Zhenbing is hiding?” Gragas was lying on the ground, his round belly arched high.

“Sleep after eating, no wonder you are so fat.” Lothar kicked Gragas in the belly, and said, “I have checked almost all the places I can go. Today is the place where the Frost Guards’ eyes are tattooed. I’m going to try today to see if I can go deeper.”

“So I still have nothing to do.” Gragas scratched his butt.

“You are too big, you have to squeeze through this door, you can jump under the balcony to hide in my room, and you have nowhere to hide in the corridor.” Lothar packed up the food, “You stay here honestly, there will be a chance when you should.”

“It’s boring…” Gragas turned over and fell into a deep sleep. After a while, he started snoring.

Lothar rolled up a rag and blocked Gragas’ nostrils so that his snoring would not attract people.

Lothar pushed open the door and looked left and right: “It’s true that they all went to ‘eye tattoo’. Today is a good opportunity.”

Lothar closed the door carefully. He knew that the eye tattoo ceremony of the Frost Guards would not end until dark, so he had plenty of time.

“Recently, the Frost Guards have been busy catching foxes or mice. It seems that the little guy has stolen a lot of food and caused a lot of damage. I’m really lucky, and thanks to it, I have explored a lot of places.” Lothar took out A rag hidden in his arms, with a suggested map drawn with black charcoal, “It is impossible to hide Zhenbing on this floor… This floor is also impossible, let’s try to go to the lower floor today.”

Lothar put away the rag and walked forward carefully.

Gragas, who was sleeping soundly in Lothar’s room, hadn’t noticed that an unexpected guest had come beside him.

Gnar was chewing on the elk meat he had stolen from the kitchen, and looked curiously at the mountain of meat in front of him.

Gnar has never seen such a fat big fat man, but he has seen a fluffy one.

Gnar lightly poked Gragas’ belly with the bone boomerang, and then immediately hid in a corner.

Gragas snorted a few times, scratched his stomach a few times with his big hands, and continued to fall asleep.

Gnar was relieved, and it leaned over again and poked it a few times, but Gragas still didn’t respond.

Gnar gradually let go of his courage, and he jumped onto Gragas’ belly. The elastic round belly became his trampoline, and he jumped up and down happily.

Gragas felt a little uncomfortable. His nose was blocked and his stomach was constantly being hit, but even so, he still didn’t wake up. He couldn’t wake up even after he hadn’t drunk for a few days.

Gnar had a great time playing. He found that he had fallen in love with this big belly. He jumped higher and higher, and the more he jumped, the happier he jumped.

Gragas’ stomach was constantly being crushed and contracted. As soon as he exerted force, he sprayed out the cloth strips blocking his nostrils, and his loud snoring almost didn’t scare Gnar away.

Gnar rubbed his head and found that the big fat man was just snoring, so he started playing again, laughing and laughing.

In the quiet Frostguard Fortress, Gnar’s laughter and Gragas’ snoring came and went.

…

Lothar walked down the stairs slowly.

He didn’t meet a single frost guard along the way, and the distance he traveled was longer than the total of the previous three days.

“This fortress is really too big. I really don’t know when I will finish exploring.” Lothar walked to a new floor, and there was a vast hall in front of him.

BigThe hall is really big, and Lothar, a child, would have to walk for a while to get through.

“There seems to be some movement.” Lothar moved forward slowly, and he vaguely heard the voices of some people talking.

Lothar followed the sound and saw several frost guards standing in front of a huge door.

“Is this the place where the guards held the ceremony?” Lothar peeked at it, feeling a surge of curiosity in his heart.

He looked at the top of his head, and a few stone beams came into view. These beams were used to hang animal carcasses on other floors, but on this floor, there were one-eyed flags hanging neatly.

Most importantly, these beams lead to the back of the gate.

Lothar grabbed the wall. The crack in the wall was so shallow that he could barely fit a third of his fingertips in.

“The fat guy Gragas can climb up from the outside of the fortress. I should be able to climb this kind of wall.” Lothar took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and then quickly ran up the wall, using his hands and feet to grab and kick upwards. Actually climbed up the beam for him.

“I’m so good!” Lothar shook his sore fingers, “It must have grown recently, um, it must be taller than Ashe.”

The beams of the house were very wide, as wide as five Lothars. Lothars didn’t need to be particularly careful and would not be exposed. They successfully avoided the sight of the gate guards and entered behind the door.

Behind the door is a larger hall, so large that Lothar even had the illusion of returning to the plain.

Below are countless Frost Guards standing in neat rows. From a rough look, Lothar feels that there are at least a few hundred if not thousands.

They were all wearing pitch-black armor, but they didn’t hold weapons. In the front of their queue, stood several Delacrones. Each Delacron’s armor was different, showing their uniqueness.

And everyone is facing the same direction.

At the end of the hall, there is a huge throne.

On the throne, sat a woman wearing a double-horned crown.

Lothar felt his breathing stop for an instant.

He didn’t expect that he would see her in this way.

The Frost Witch, Lissandra.

Lissandra was wearing an ice-like long dress, and her double-horned crown completely covered her eyes, leaving only the lower half of her face exposed.

Lothar poked his head out and stared at Lissandra carefully. He heard in the story that the image of Lissandra was a blind old witch. Her eyes were scratched by the giant bear Volibear. …

“She’s quite beautiful.” Lothar thought to herself, “The body is also very good, with big breasts, thin waist and big buttocks. Such a woman is very easy to give birth to. I don’t know if Ashe will become like that in the future.”

Kneeling in front of Lissandra was a Delacron. This Delacron took off his helmet and stared at Lissandra fanatically: “My lord, please grant me eyes like ice.”

Lissandra stretched out her hand casually, and her movements were so small that even Lothar felt that she was being perfunctory.

A few pieces of ice crystals shot into Delacron’s eyes. He covered his face in pain, and blood dripped from his fingers. Lothar could see that he was shaking violently in order not to scream.

“This can’t be… just ‘eye tattoo’?” Lothar shuddered.

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Section 177

Ice does not bring pain, but submission.

——Lissandra’s Prayer