The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Frost Slave

The black mist led Lothar and everyone into the Frostguard Fortress smoothly.

“Trick or treat.” Lothar’s spell released countless little ghosts, and they chirped and went to various places in the Frostguard Fortress.

“What are you doing?” Katerina looked at Lothar’s strange magic.

“Explore every corner of this fortress.” Lothar’s eyes flickered, “It’s much faster than we can find it ourselves.”

“Tsk…” Katerina leaned against the wall and waited. She suddenly realized that Rosa Keco had been staring at her.

It stands to reason that Katerina is very sensitive to other people’s eyes, but I don’t know if it’s because Rosa is not a living person. Katerina didn’t notice that the girl was staring at her all the time.

Although she knew that it was Rosa Coco who was looking at her, seeing Elise’s face still made Katerina quite uncomfortable.

Katerina was not interested in embarrassing a dumb person, so she closed her eyes and pretended she didn’t know Rosa Coco’s eyes.

“Hmm… Strange…” All the little ghosts released by Lothar came back, “There is no one in the fortress.”

Katerina frowned: “Could it be that the Frost Guards have gone out to fight?”

“But where is Lissandra?” Lothar stared at the floor under his feet, “Could it be…”

As soon as Lothar stepped on the floor, black mist instantly enveloped everyone. Katerina found herself sinking into the ground as if she had fallen into a swamp, and everyone fell alive under the Frostguard Fortress.

Below the fortress is the Great Rift Valley, and everyone fell on the bridge across the inside of the Rift Valley.

“This is…the bridge.” Katerina looked around strangely.

Lothar looked at a graveyard at the head of the bridge, and a ghost was sitting on the graveyard.

“Gregor!” Lothar called the ghost’s name.

He still remembered this ghost. He was the guard of this bridge. Lothar had a relationship with him when he came here as a child.

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The ghost of the barbarian warrior wearing a horned helmet raised his head, and when he saw the black mist floating around Lothar, his eyes were fixed: “Lord”

“Are you talking about me?” Lothar approached Gregor. “Do you still remember me? I was the kid who came here to steal Zhenbing when I was young.”

“It’s you.” Gregor stretched out his hand tremblingly towards Lothar, “How did you master this power… this… the power to control the soul?”

Lothar looked at the grave mound under Gregor’s feet. There were strange runes drawn on the mound. He couldn’t understand these characters when he was a child, so he didn’t remember them.

But now Lothar can understand it. It’s Ochen language, the language of the dead.

“What’s going on?” Lothar asked Gregor. “I remember you said that you have guarded this bridge for thousands of years, so who used necromantic magic on you?”

Gregor took a deep breath: “It’s the Lord of the Freljord.”

“Lord of the Freljord” Lothar has never heard of this existence.

“He is the master of the entire Freljord, and at the same time, the blood alliance appointed by the three Ice sisters.” Gregor said, “It’s just that he died in battle a thousand years ago.”

“The Blood Alliance of the Three Ice Sisters… that is Avarosa, Serilda, and Lissandra…” Lothar was a little surprised that such people still existed in history, but this is not surprising, after all, There is almost no written history in the Realjord, and the stories of the past are only passed down through the narration of the old man and the shaman. “Can you tell me in detail?”

…

Lissandra walked on the ice with the little wolf in her arms.

This is the bottom layer of the Howling Abyss. The thick ice is pitch black, as if it has swallowed up all the light, and it can’t even reflect Lissandra’s shadow.

The little wolf who had been laughing and joking had also lost his laughter at this moment, curled up and lay tightly on Lissandra’s chest, as if he was afraid of something.

“Don’t be afraid…don’t…” Lissandra patted the little wolf’s back lightly. She wasn’t very good at coaxing the child, and she forgot that her hands were colder than ice, so she couldn’t make the little wolf feel any better.

Lissandra squatted down, she sat on the ice with her legs bent, and put the little wolf on the ground:”Go and play, mom has something to do now.”

The little wolf still looked scared. The depths of the abyss were frighteningly cold, even colder than the winter in the Freljord. The little wolf kept shrinking, but he didn’t crawl into Lissandra’s arms, because her arms Compared with the other hugs I have taken before, it is really too cold.

Even people with icy bloodlines long for warmth, and the little wolf is no exception.

The little wolf started to crawl around on the ice, looking for a warm place.

Lissandra watched the little wolf leave, she was not worried about losing the child, she had already left a mark on him.

“Now…it’s time to deal with those stupid people…” Lissandra stood up, already blind, but she could see the battlefield on the ground that was gradually heating up.

Lissandra stretched out her hand, and an ice mirror appeared beside her, reflecting the appearance of the battlefield.

The morale of Avarosa and Winter’s Claw is high, while the trolls and Frostguard warriors are gradually losing the wind.

Among the many warriors, Ashe who bent her bow and set an arrow, and Sejuani who charged into battle were particularly conspicuous. They inspired all the tribal warriors and made them more and more courageous in battle.

Looking at these two young and beautiful war mothers, Lissandra laughed sarcastically: “Go to hell.”

Lissandra’s fingers tapped lightly on the ice, and in the distance, something seemed to be shaking, responding to Lissandra’s call.

Not far away, the little wolf who had been crawling on the ice, looking for a warm place, made a discovery.

He saw a big ice cube.

Naturally, the ice cube cannot be warm, but the little wolf feels that the things inside the ice cube will be very warm.

“Hey…” Little Wolf pressed his little hand onto the ice.

With the little wolf’s touch, the ice cube shattered, and a small thing fell out of it.

“Hey…” The little wolf crawled over and hugged the little thing that was about the same size as him. Sure enough, just as the little wolf felt, the little guy he was hugging was not only warm, but also fluffy and comfortable to hold.

The little guy in the little wolf’s arms also opened his eyes. His dark eyes looked at the surroundings and the happy little wolf in bewilderment.

…

“Fight to the death!” Sejuani let out a battle roar like a wild beast, and the wild boar bristle under her crotch directly knocked over a troll. At the same time, Sejuani’s Ice Flail also dented the armor of a frost guard warrior down.

“Victory belongs to us!” Ashe also shouted loudly, her Herald Eagle hovered over the entire battlefield, taking every detail of the battlefield into Ashe’s eyes.

Now the advantage of the battle situation has gradually been firmly controlled by the coalition forces of the two tribes, but Ashe did not dare to relax in the slightest. She always kept in mind Lothar’s warning – Lissandra could not be defeated so easily.

Sure enough, as the battle progressed, the Herald Eagle discovered something unusual.

Several tall figures crawled out from below the rift.

It’s a troll, but it’s not an ordinary troll.

Their bodies were covered with solid ice, and a dark and strange frost surged over them. As soon as they appeared, Ashe was terrified.

“That… what?” Ashe didn’t know, but she was definitely not an ordinary troll. They possessed extremely deep and twisted frost magic, which Ashe had never seen before.

“Drink!” Sejuani also spotted the trolls. She was in the midst of the battle without any fear, and attacked them with a wild boar bristle.

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Trolls are stupid, too stupid to form an army.

However, some individuals with decent aptitude among the trolls can take advantage of them.

Frozen and transform them with the abyss and ice.

They are no longer trolls.

It’s my Frost Slave.

——Lissandra