The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: The Battlefield and the End of the Tribe

Blood.

corpse.

Remnants and broken arms.

The extremely pungent smell of blood and sulfur filled Lothar’s nostrils, making him want to vomit.

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But Lothar held back. After seeing the big eyes under the Howling Abyss, Lothar felt that his psychological endurance was much stronger.

“I told you it’s boring.” Zoe took Lothar’s hand and flew him over the battlefield. “If you win, there will be no prizes, no toys or desserts. I really don’t know what they are playing.”

The two sides at war were the army of Noxus and the coalition of two or three Freljord tribes. existAbove, Lothar could clearly see the situation on the battlefield.

completely one-sided.

Although the Freljord fighters are obviously stronger than the Noxus soldiers, the difference in weapons and equipment is too great. The soldiers are all patchwork of iron pieces, while the soldiers all have A full set of neat helmets.

What’s more tricky is the Noxus’ muskets and cannons.

Compared with bows and arrows in terms of power, rate of fire, and range, the Noxus had already loaded and fired several rounds while the archers of the tribes were still feeling their arrows in the quiver.

Although the Freljord tribes are not without advantages, for example, the Ice Bloodline equipped with True Ice Weapons can fight ten against one. For example, the muskets and artillery of Noxus are actually not very stable and reliable. Lothar occasionally You will still see a few musketeers or artillerymen blowing themselves to pieces because of the explosion of gunpowder.

Lothar immediately dismissed the idea of ​​getting a musket to replace the bow and arrow. He looked at the gradually clear battle situation below with some embarrassment: “The Freljord will lose if this continues.”

“It’s not that you lose. Why do you care so much? Do you know these tribes?” Zoe yawned sleepily. “Let’s go, it’s really boring here.”

Lothar watched as some remnants of the tribe retreated relying on the advantages of the terrain. The Noxus army seemed to have not pursued the victory because of some considerations, but began to clean up the battlefield. He felt a little relieved: “Wait a little bit, I want to see who wins in the end gone.”

Zoe rolled her eyes, as if she suddenly saw something interesting, she leaned close to Lothar’s ear, “Do you want to be a hero?”

After getting along for so long, Lothar knew Zoe pretty well. As soon as she started talking to Lothar, she understood what she was thinking: “You want me to help them fight off the Noxians?”

“Do you want to do it?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…but…” Lothar looked numbly at the red army below who had just experienced a war and had a strong killing spirit. “How could I fight alone?”

“Who told you to really fight with them, that would be too boring.” Zoe bit Lothar’s ear, “Listen to me…”

…

Tryndamere punched the ground heavily, and the sword lay powerlessly beside him.

Unwillingness and anger could not be expressed with this fist, he only hated himself for being too weak.

The clansmen stepped forward, comforted him, and washed away the blood on him and the soldiers with hot water.

In fact, Tryndamere had already suffered quite a few injuries, some of which were deep enough to show the bone, and his back was even burnt beyond recognition by the aftermath of the artillery.

The pharmacists took out hot incense ash and herbs to stop the bleeding and heal his wounds. The pain of applying the medicine was even more painful than when he was directly injured, but Tryndamere didn’t cry out like other warriors. He just groaned a few times and thought hard. Opportunity to win.

The Noxians came early this year, and they have invaded the Freljord every year, as long as Tryndamere can remember, but not once have the Noxians succeeded in taking what was theirs. land.

But it’s different now. Noxus has mastered something called “black powder”. That thing may not be able to blow up Zhenbing, but its lethality on the battlefield is no worse than Zhenbing, and Zhenbing weapons can only Used by the blood of ice, black powder is equipped by more than half of Noxus soldiers.

The gap in strength can no longer be made up by honor and passion.

Tryndamere was not afraid of death, he could sacrifice everything for the tribe, but what he was afraid of was that even if he sacrificed his life, the tribe would still lose.

“Gods… the three sisters… is it really lifeless?” Tryndamere racked his brains to find a way out.

“Tryndamere.” An old voice called out to him.

Tryndamere looked up and saw that it was the great elder of the tribe.

“Tendamere… just now people from the Bone Tribe sent me a letter saying that they are going to [source; source’ group]: 9? 8; 0; 2?. 0′. 5,, 8″5. ;6 Bei surrendered. “The Great Elder said in a sad tone.

The crowd erupted in exclamation, and Tryndamere pushed the pharmacist away directly, his eyes widening: “How could they do this! We made an oath! We will fight to the death together to the last!”

The Great Elder lamented: “Don’t blame them, they have more old people and children than us, and they have no choice.”

Tryndamere was silent, clenched his fist tightly.

“Great Elder…” Another elder walked up with a cane, “I heard that Noxians never kill those who surrender, or we will…”

“Is this what an elder should say!” Tryndamere roared angrily, so loud that the elder almost stumbled in fright.

“Pay attention to your words, don’t be rude to the elders.” The elder reminded, “We can’t persuade the barbarians not to surrender, so now only our tribe is still holding on. Tryndamere, how many warriors do we have left?”

Tryndamere looked back: “There are more than 90 people who can fight…”

“How many Noxians are there?”

“Less say five hundred…and they may have reinforcements…” Tryndamere did not hide this almost desperate fact.

The Great Elder was silent for a long time: “Can you hold on?”

“I can still do it!” Tryndamere beat his heart hard.

“What about the tribe?”

Tryndamere was speechless.

The Great Elder turned around, leaving behind a sad figure: “Tonight…you can go to the Noxians and surrender…”

When the Great Elder said this, many tribesPeople couldn’t hold back anymore, they began to cry, the honor and land left to them by their ancestors, but now they can’t keep it.

Tryndamere’s hands were clenched with blood. He gritted his teeth and looked at the back of the Great Elder leaving. He knew that the Great Elder who made this decision was more unwilling than anyone else, because he was once one of the warriors who desperately defended the tribe. Mill’s grandfather fought alongside his father.

“Really…the surrender…” Tryndamere never imagined such a day would come.

He asked the pharmacist to bandage him without saying a word, and started to walk outside the tribe.

“Tryndamere!” A warrior stopped him, “Your knife!”

Tryndamere looked back at the big knife he threw on the ground. This knife was made with the unique craftsmanship of their tribe. It is said that their ancestors witnessed Ornn forging iron, so they learned how to forge steel to make it extremely sharp and sharp. A broadsword as iron as mud, which was also the pride of Tryndamere.

But now, this pride is lying in the snow, motionless.

“I’m going to surrender.” Tryndamere said with a sad tone, “What weapons do I need to bring to surrender…”

Tryndamere stepped out of the tribe and walked towards the direction of the Noxus army like a walking corpse.

“That’s fine…” Tryndamere convinced himself as he walked, “This way the clansmen don’t have to die…”

Tryndamere walked slowly. He climbed over a small hill and saw the Noxian camp set up in the distance.

Tryndamere took a deep breath and was about to continue walking when he heard a child’s voice behind him.

“That… Actually, I can help.”

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I would rather die than surrender!

——Tryndamere’s pre-battle shout