The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: The Horn of Ashes’ Resolution

Zhenbing really melted in Aoun’s hands.

The fierce cold air gushed out from the pure ice, and Lothar saw an ice cloud condensed in the sky, and heavy snow fell one after another, but they were melted by the heat of Aoun before reaching the top of the mountain.

“Stay away, I don’t care if I get hurt.” Aoun reminded.

“It’s okay, my sister will protect me.” As soon as Lothar finished speaking, Zooey made another tooth mark on his face.

Aoun hit the ground with two hammers, and he made two big pits on the ground. In one big pit, hot magma gushed out from it, and in the other big pit, there was nothing. Ice water flows into it, and now there are two potholes, one fire and one ice. [Source; Source’Group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,, 8″ 5.; 6 ready.

Aoun threw the forbidden magic stone trunk into the lava pool. After a while, he fished the trunk out of the lava pool with his bare hands. The white trunk was not melted, but it was burnt red and shining brightly. Lothar couldn’t open his eyes.

“Here.” Zooey brought Lothar a pair of sunglasses, so that Lothar’s eyes could look directly at the tree trunk.

“Thank you, sister.” Lothar thanked him, he was already used to all kinds of strange things Zoe took out. All his attention is now on Ornn, staring at all the movements of Ornn. He has heard the legend of Ornn’s creation countless times. Become a master who can forge swords and axes.

Aoun blew on the tree trunk a few times, put it on the anvil, swung the hammer, and hit it repeatedly.

During the forging process, sparks… no, it should be fireballs, and fireballs the size of a human head are constantly being knocked out of the anvil.

Aoun was right to remind him to go further away. If Zoe hadn’t protected Lothar, he would have been burnt by now.

Zooey discovered a new joy. She happily hid the dense fireballs, as if it was a game.

“Um~um~um…um…um~um…” Aoun hummed a song while beating the hammer.

Lothar knew this song, in fact, the entire Freljord should know it.

Its name is “The Hum of the Ram”, and it is any FreyIt is a nursery rhyme that will be sung by the Erjord tribe, and it is also a carol that blacksmiths must sing when they forge iron.

Lothar watched Aoun’s movements fascinated. The appearance of gods forging weapons is completely different from that of humans. Each of his hammers contains the power of a mountain, squeezing hot magma, and an ancient and wild atmosphere. Aoun’s deep singing voice and regular percussion sound shook Lothar’s heart here.

Lothar has seen protoss, demons, and many existences that are too powerful to comprehend.

Among these powerful beings, the gods of the Freljord are the most familiar to him, and he has been hearing stories about them since he was a child.

But only by seeing it with your own eyes can you know what kind of existence it is, and you can call it a “god”.

That is a mighty force close to nature.

Ornn is the mountain, and Ornn is the lava, so there is nothing he can’t beat, and there is nothing he can’t melt.

Lothar’s heart was surging.

He is looking forward to his new weapon more and more.

From the hands of such a god, it must be impossible to be ordinary.

…

At the foot of Old Ornn Mountain, Horn of Ashes tribe.

Warmother Olgavana knelt on the ground, adoringly looking at the faintly flickering red light on the top of the mountain.

“It’s the ram! The ram is striking the iron!” Olgavana prostrated herself on the ground piously. She didn’t have a single hair on her head, which was burnt by Ornn’s fire. She had many burns that hadn’t recovered yet. It was also caused by Aoun, but Aoun did not attack her. It was Olgavana who got close to Aoun and was injured by his breath.

In exchange for such a small injury, Aoun helped their entire tribe repel the bear man who was chasing them. Olgavana was grateful to Aoun from the bottom of her heart.

Although Aoun told them not to [source; source group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 Staying on the mountain, he is not allowed [resource; source’ group]: 9? 8;0;2?.0′. 5,,8″5. ;6 They set up a monument to praise Ornn, saying that this would disturb his purity, but the entire tribe could no longer be completely subdued by his might, and they changed the tribe’s name to Horn of Ashes.

Olgavana kissed the earth. The ashes that fell from the old mountain every day made the land at the foot of the old mountain full of snow and black stones that cooled and hardened. These stones are the gift of Ornn. The horns are built on it, so that they will not be disturbed by the heavy snow even in the cold winter.

Olgavanna stood up and looked at the kneeling warriors behind her: “Stand up! People of the tribe!”

Olgavana held a battle axe. She was of the blood of ice, but she hadn’t used True Ice weapons for a long time. After seeing her True Ice Weapon melted just by staying with Ornn, she believed that the sharp ax forged from the fire was more powerful than the True Ice Weapon: “The bears never let us go! We are Their prey! Their noses are always after our scent!”

The warriors stood up one by one. They all held the weapons they forged. As followers of Ornn, while each of them was a warrior, they were also exercising their forging skills every day.

“We are protected by the rams, and the bears dare not attack us under the old mountain!” Olgavana said indignantly, “But they have been plundering our hunting grounds! Taking away our livestock! They are doing more and more excessively! Next they will take our children and destroy our veins! Let the Emberhorn perish! We must not let this happen!”

“Buzz!” The warriors let out a battle cry, which imitated the cry of a goat.

“The ram has helped us too much! He even sent a young envoy Lothar to help us hunt down the bears!” Olgavana roared, “but the bears are too powerful, that envoy has already I haven’t come back for a long time, and I should have been in a hard fight. I thought about it again and again, the Horn of Ashes has recovered its vitality now, we have enough and strong enough warriors, we can no longer rely on the ram! We must let the ram see his disciples their power!”

“Buzz! Buzz!” The warriors tapped their weapons on their breastplates, their blood boiling.

“Now! Let’s fight with the blessing of the ram!” Olgavana held up her battle ax and mobilized all the warriors to fight. “For the ram Ornn! For the messenger Lothar! For the horn of ashes!”

On the top of Laoshan, the flames dyed a large swath of dark clouds red.

As if in response, the mountains in the distance danced wildly with lightning in the sky, and the muffled thunder rolled incessantly.

It’s like the roar of a giant bear.

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Fight! war!

Valhal! Valhal!

——Ancient Road