The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Night

Sleepily, Lothar took down the meat skewers from the fire and ate a mouthful of meat, staring fixedly at Falcon’s eyes.

“Is the way you tame the eagle is to stare at it?” Zooey hugged Xiaoqiang and fed it a mouthful of sugar biscuits, “You haven’t slept for three days, and you don’t even blink, aren’t you tired? ”

“I told you, this is called boiling an eagle, and all the falcon trainers in the Freljord do it.” Lothar’s throat was a little dry, “When it can’t survive me, it will give in to me.”

Zooey threw a branch into the fire: “It’s boring, it’s such a good night, why not catch fireflies.”

“Don’t worry, I will succeed soon.” Lothar stared at his bloodshot eyes.

Falcon, whose feet were tied with a rope, looked at Lothar motionlessly, and rolled his eyes in a very humane manner.

“It seems that there is no hope.” Zooey looked at Lothar’s luggage, “Little Lothar, how many cookies are left for Xiaoqiang?”

“There’s a lot, the Poro King gave me a bunch, and said how did the Poro know how to bake biscuits?”

“Little Poro who bakes biscuits… Oh my god, just thinking about it makes people drool so cute.” Zooey squeezed Xiaoqiang’s face, “Hey, little Losa, let’s find Bai Muyan quickly, and go back to Fuzhou.” Can the Realjord go and play with the Poro?”

“Wait, let me win this stubbornness first.” Lothar stared stubbornly into Falcon’s eyes.

“Pfft! Stinky Lothar! I’m ignoring you!” Zooey stuck out her tongue at Lothar angrily, and went into the wormhole with Xiaoqiang in her arms.

Lothar didn’t pay much attention either. Zooey ran to the wormhole and ignored him when she got angry, and usually came back by herself the next day.

“There are only two of us left, you will lose.” Lothar’s eyes widened with determination.

The falcon pecked at its own feathers, opened its mouth and yawned.

The night was very quiet, occasionally there would be the cry of night owls and the chirping of insects in Chunchan, and the only thing left was the sound of burning branches in the fire.

Huh!

Lothar turned his head abruptly. He clearly heard something flashing behind him just now.

“Oops!” Lothar didn’t notice anything, but instead realized that his efforts to boil the eagle for several days had been wasted.

Lothar looked back at Falcon, and he actually saw a mocking expression on Falcon’s face.

“You wait for me, and sooner or later I will train you to be submissive.” Losa depressedly tore off a piece of meat from the fire and threw it into the falcon’s mouth.

Huh!

Another rustling sound came from behind Lothar.

“Is something wind?” Lothar looked back for a long time, but still found nothing, “Forget it, let’s go to sleep first, I’m sleepy.”

Just as Lothar was about to get into the tent, another strange sound came from afar.

“No, how can I sleep like this?” Lothar held the rope on the falcon’s feet in his hand, “Come on, follow me to have a look.”

The falcon opened its mouth, pointing with one wing at the barbecue beside the fire.

“He even told me the conditions. This eagle is too smart.” Lothar became more and more convinced that this eagle must not be an ordinary species.

Lothar threw another piece of meat to it, and the falcon flapped its wings and flew to Lothar’s shoulder.

“It’s so handsome, if only it listened to me.” Lothar touched the falcon’s back feathers, raised a torch, and started walking towards the place where the sound came from.

Lothar brushed aside the branches in the forest with his hands. The forest at night is always very infiltrating. During the day, the very normal trees looked like they were gnashing their teeth and claws under the night.

Hu… kar… qua… Suso…

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but Lothar always feels that there are all kinds of strange noises appearing in front of him.

Lothar’s finger was suddenly cut by a thorn, leaving a small gash.

“Unlucky.” Lothar held his finger in his mouth and blocked the wound with his saliva. “Why did thorns suddenly grow in this place? There are no other places in the forest? Is there any water source nearby? Black and purple thorns… I have never seen it before.” Pass……”

The more we walked, the more dense the surrounding thorns became, gradually growing all over the ground. Every tree was entangled with black and purple thorns, making walking a bit difficult.

After walking quite a distance, Lothar finally understood the source of the strange noise.

It was a group of crows, standing on an old dead tree, making noises restlessly.

“You’re still so energetic at this late hour, go! Go!”

Lothar drove the crows away, and the crows screeched and fled in all directions, leaving behind a field of pitch-black feathers.

“Really, I’m so sleepy.” Lothar rubbed his eyes. He really wanted to sleep now. When he looked up, the Falcon on his shoulder had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

“This guy, he lied to me for a piece of barbecue and ended up letting me carry it out to sleep.” Lothar was furious, but he didn’t have the energy to compete with a falcon anymore. He was just about to go back to the tent, and the corner of his eye Out of the corner of my eye, I caught something beside the old tree.

A statue.

The base of the statue is square, and there is something carved on top of the base, but it is surrounded by thorns and cannot be seen clearly. Lothar looked at it carefully for a long time with the light of the fire, and from the outline, it seems to be a statue of a woman.

“How come there are statues in this barren mountain made by Demacians?” Although Lothar was very sleepy, his curiosity still trembled.Having defeated the Sandman, Lothar went to the statue, intending to burn the thorns on it with a torch.

After burning for a long time, the thorns were not only not burned, but nothing happened.

“Why can’t the thorns light up?” Lothar tried for a long time without success. “Is it too wet at night…”

Unbelievingly, Lothar tried to burn the thorns on the base again. Although it was still unsuccessful, Lothar could vaguely see some words on the base.

“I don’t understand… is it Demacian?”

Lothar tried for a long time without success, so he could only give up in the end: “Forget it, let’s pour some oil on it tomorrow and have a look.”

Lothar turned around and wanted to leave, but he saw a faint yellow light on the road he came from.

“Is it some light-emitting animal again this time? It won’t be a super-sized firefly or something?” Lothar is ready to meet Zoe’s new prank. ? . 0′. 5,, 8″ 5.; 6 Bei, holding a torch and walking back to the thorny road.

Pushing aside the thorns and taking a closer look, the light source turned out to be a kerosene lantern, which was hung on a strange-looking scarecrow.

Lothar had seen many similar scarecrows in the field next to the small town of Fossbarrow. Zoe said that they came out to scare away the birds that came to eat the grain.

“What, it turned out to be a straw… Wait, why did a scarecrow suddenly appear here?”

“Lothar…”

Section 187

A familiar voice came to mind beside Lothar.

“Who is it!” Lothar had goosebumps all over his body. He accidentally hit the scarecrow with a torch, and the scarecrow turned into ashes and disappeared in an instant.

Lothar had no time to be surprised, because he saw a person in the direction of the dead old tree.

Ashe.

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“Lothar…why…why don’t you…”

——Unknown voice