The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Report

Delacron trembled in pain for a while before letting go.

Lothar found that his eye sockets were full of scars and ice cracks, but his eyes were not injured, and instead became more transparent, exuding the color of ice crystals.

“Thank you.” Delacron paid his respects to Lissandra, put on his helmet, and stood back in the queue.

Lothar felt his eyes hurt when he saw it. In Avarosa, the shaman would sometimes use hot incense ash or a branding iron to tattoo the sinner’s body to warn him.

But the “eye tattoo” ceremony seems to be not a punishment at all for Dracron and the Frost Guard, but a reward.

Lothar saw Lissandra sitting on the throne with her face resting on her fists, with a careless look, her eyes covered by the crown were not sure where she was looking, or it was really like the legend, She is already blind.

“My lord, please allow me to report on this week’s situation.” Delacron with an old voice stepped forward.

Lissandra nodded slightly.

“Doesn’t she like to talk?” Lothar looked at the mythical witch strangely, “Why do I feel like she… doesn’t care?”

Delacron waved his hand back, and several Frost Guards walked over carrying a roll of animal skin. Delacron unfolded it, and words were densely written on it.

Lothar could see the words on it clearly, and he had learned characters himself, but the characters and languages ​​among the tribes of Freljord were not completely interoperable, only tribes like Avarosa and Winter’s Claw , the language is almost unambiguous. So Lothar can barely understand a little bit on the animal skin scroll, and it’s hard to understand [source; source group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8 “5.; 6 is the exact meaning.

“We got two more children this week, and they have been placed in the village of abandoned children.” Delacron said, “Including the child temporarily staying in the fortress, we now have a total of one hundred children under the age of sixteen. Thirty-seven, next year there will be twenty-one who will come to ‘Train Eyes’.”

“The Frost Guards are really abducting children!” Lothar stared at Lissandra, “Why does she want children to train new Frost Guards? Why can’t she let the Frost Guards have their own children? SayThey can’t have children”

Lothar had many strange guesses in an instant.

“Is that child in the fortress qualified?” Lissandra suddenly spoke.

Her voice sounded like the creaking sound of ice cracking, with a wonderful rhythm and icy majesty.

Lothar didn’t expect Lissandra to mention him suddenly, and his heart was pounding suddenly.

Delacron glanced at the scroll: “He hasn’t been tested yet, but it has been confirmed that he is not of ice blood, nor does he have other magic blood abilities. In the future, he will at most become an ordinary warrior.”

Lothar was so depressed that he didn’t expect that his talent would be mentioned again when he arrived at Frostguard Fortress.

“What’s wrong with me, I just have no talent.” Lothar said viciously in his heart, “Look at me emptying all your True Ice, and then smashing all the iron cans on you with the magical soldiers made for me by the ram!”

“I see.” Lissandra was silent for a while, “Then it’s useless to keep him, let’s kill him.”

Lothar almost fell off the beam.

“What did I do, she wants to kill me?” Lothar stared at Lissandra, wishing to see what was going on in her head under her crown.

Delacron hesitated for a moment: “My lord, wouldn’t this be too good? No matter what, he can be a low-level guard when he grows up.”

“Are you questioning my decision?” Lissandra said calmly.

There was no displeasure or anger in her tone, but that Delacron knelt down directly, his whole body almost sticking to the ground: “This subordinate dare not! This subordinate has always been your most loyal follower!”

Lissandra slightly raised an arm, and an ice spear shot out of her hand without any warning, piercing straight into the shoulder of the kneeling Dracron.

The ice spear pierced through the hard iron armor and directly chopped off Delacron’s arm, but the blood did not flow out, and the ice froze his wound. Lothar could see the blurred flesh and bones behind the transparent ice.

“This is too brutal!” All this happened so quickly that Lothar didn’t react at all, and Delacron’s arm fell to the ground.

Lissandra’s expression remained unchanged, as if cutting off one of her subordinate’s arms was a trivial matter, she sat on the throne, and said to Delacron who was trembling from the severe pain but did not dare to yell out loud. :”continue.”

Delacron stood up with difficulty holding his arms. None of the other Delacron and the Frost Guards behind him exclaimed or showed panic. They were as motionless as ice sculptures.

Lothar felt that it was a bit unreal. He had heard stories about Delacron before, all of which were about how powerful they were, and no one could survive wherever they went. But it was such a Delacron who behaved more obediently than a dog in front of Lissandra.

“The matter of killing that child, my subordinate will do it tonight.” Delacron said calmly, but everyone could hear the fear and trembling that was suppressed in his tone.

“Sure enough, you still want to kill me because I don’t have the qualifications?” Lothar really felt wronged. He had already been sentenced to death before he did anything. Where is the ice hiding?”

Lothar didn’t leave in a hurry. He planned to listen to Delacron’s report carefully. Maybe he himself told the location where Zhenbing was stored.

The old Dracron endured the severe pain and continued to report everything, but what he said next were trivial matters. Not to mention Lissandra, even Lothar felt a little sleepy.

“The last thing. Recently, an unknown small beast appeared in the fortress. It was messing around. We tried many methods but failed to catch it. It is suspected to be a species with magical abilities.” Delacron said this nervously.

Lissandra didn’t respond at all: “It’s just a beast, let it go, it can still eat up my fortress.”

“Yes…” the old Dracron heaved a sigh of relief, “I’m done reporting.”

“Next.” Lissandra said coldly.

The second Dracronne stepped forward, saluted Lissandra, and began his statement.

“When does this have to be talked about?” Lothar was drowsy after hearing this. What the Dracrones were talking about was nothing more than a tribe that didn’t believe in Lissandra popped up somewhere and asked how to deal with it. Which tribe’s war mother has a daughter, whether it needs to be abducted or not.

Although Lothar felt that what they were talking about was indeed a major event related to the entire Freljord, and Lissandra could make the guards rewrite the situation in the Freljord with a few words, but he didn’t hear what Delacron said. He still wasn’t interested in the names of the tribes he had heard.

Just when Lothar was about to leave and continue to look for Zhen Bing, Delacron’s words caught him.

“About the Avarosa tribe.” Delacron said, “The news from the priest shows that Avarosa’s war mother, Glenna, is looking for the throne of Avarosa.”

“Avarosa’s Throne” Lothar seems to have a little impression of this word.

That is the legend circulating in Avarosa. According to legend, the ancient queen, Avarosa, one of the three ice sisters, left a secret cache. She left her weapons, wealth and knowledge there. Find it and you will have supreme strength and power.

“Hmph…” Lissandra sneered, “Avarosa’s throne is ridiculous.”

“By the way, speaking of it, Avarosa should be Lissandra’s second sister.” Losa saw Lissandra’s disdainful expression, “But she doesn’t seem to like her older sister very much.”

“How to deal with it?” Delacron asked.

“Let her go, she won’t be able to find it.” Lissandra returned to the”But if she really finds it…send a Delacron to Avarosa, if that war mother insists on looking for it, kill Avarosa, not one of them Don’t leave.”

Lothar’s heart sank.

“Marukolo, I’ll leave it to you.” Lissandra looked at Dracron who was reporting.

Delacron took off his helmet, revealing a rather young man’s face: “Follow your orders.”

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No one ever knew why the Frost Guards killed them, and no one knew what the Frost Priest’s grace was.

Is Lissandra a brutal queen or a benevolent goddess?

no one knows.

——Avarosa Shaman