Don't mess with the yordle

Chapter 22 The Land Covered by Ice (Please support the new book~)

"Whoa, oh, Karmon Gap!"

"The waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

A yellow-orange yordle male was shouting in Reed's yard. He was holding a boomerang that was almost as tall as himself. He kept saying words that others could not understand. Waving the boomerang in his hand, he looked very angry.

"Naru? Why are you here? What's the matter?"

Reed, who had just returned from the capital of Demacia, saw the yordle who was jumping around and cursing.

But he was more relieved that this naughty guy didn't destroy his fruit tree this time. It was a fruit tree that Kenan had just resurrected not long ago, and it really couldn't stand the damage anymore.

"Gala Bada! Jiwari!"

Seeing Reed coming back, Nall immediately jumped in front of Reed. He seemed to be very anxious, and he kept shouting without stopping at all.

"A bastard mage asked you to come to me? You were having fun and didn't want to come, and then he beat you up?"

Reed is one of the few people who can understand what Gnar is saying. Gnar speaks an ultimate stitching language. Only people like Reed who used to hang out in the Freljord. A veteran yordle could figure out what he was talking about without even guessing.

Because the language Gnar speaks is a combination of the ancient Yodle language, the ancient Freljord language, and the Yeti language. It is really impossible for people of any age to understand it. After all, even the Yeti tribe is now the only one left. A single seedling.

"Porada! Ganalu, Mo!"

Gnar nodded heavily, obviously very angry, and he kept cursing that ugly mage.

Now Gnar can actually understand the universal language. Reed has freed him from the ice for a long time.

Although this guy Nal is not studious at all and only knows how to run around and play, there is still no problem with basic communication.

Even when he was calmer, he could still say a few words. He was not always like this now, just swearing and swearing.

In fact, the differences in the languages ​​​​of the entire Runecontinent are not so big that you will not understand them. After all, everyone is essentially Ionian, and the people of Valoran and Shurima are also the "first land" offspring of migrants,

Despite thousands of years of evolution and many wars that almost destroyed all civilizations, except for some slang, the differences in language in most areas are just like dialects in different places.

"I understand, let's go, take me to see the mage."

Reed smiled and comforted Gnar. Look, the kid who had been wronged had almost scolded all the eighteen generations of that mage's ancestors. In other words, the mage couldn't understand him at all, otherwise he would definitely be beaten. More ruthless.

"Nargada!"

Nall shouted loudly, and his mood gradually became happy. He thought that Reed could help him out and beat up that ugly mage for him.

Reed and Gnar passed through the doorway portal and appeared in Freljord in the ice and snow in an instant.

This land and Shurima are two extremes. It is very difficult to explain the existence of Shurima to the Freljordians, because you don't know how to explain it to someone who has only experienced winter. Desert, how to explain sand to someone who has only seen snow.Of course, the reverse is also true.

The soil of Shurima is hot dust. No one there knows what snow is. The sun beats on the earth mercilessly, and even rain is rare. The land of Shurima and the people of Shurima live day by day. Longing for rain.

Freljord, however, has been shrouded in ruthless ice for years. There is nothing but frost and snow here, and it is hard to find anything else on the frozen soil. However, Reed knows that this place used to be a different scene. , but I can never go back.

"Where is the mage?"

Amidst the snow and wind, Reed asked Gnar. The weather was very unfriendly to the Yodels.

Because the goose-feather heavy snow will soon accumulate on the frozen soil, and it won't be long before the height of the snow may exceed the height of Reed and Nar.

"Budda!"

Gnar looked a little annoyed, because before he went to Bandle City to find Reed through the portal through the portal, that bastard and ugly mage was waiting for him here.

But now that guy is nowhere to be seen here. The blizzard has buried all traces. Even an excellent hunter like Gnar cannot track his prey in such extremely harsh weather and environment.

It was getting late at this time, and the blizzard seemed to have no intention of stopping. Reid moved back to Bandle City first, and came back when the weather here was normal.

"Nagalida!"

However, Gnar stopped him. The excited yellow-orange yordle said that he had a place to hide from the snowstorm and asked Reed to follow him, and he would be there soon.

"Then let's go quickly, the spirit of the wind will clear the way for us."

Since Gnar insisted on doing this, Reed did not insist on returning to Bandle City. The manic wind spirit was calmed by Reed, and the blizzard gradually stopped around him, as if a strange position had occurred.

Despite the howling wind and flying snow outside the stand, Reed's body was as quiet as if he was in another dimension.

Gnar yelled very happily. He was praising Reed for being so powerful. He was so scared that he didn't dare to get close to Reed even in the blizzard that he could usually avoid.

Under the leadership of Narr, Reed and he quickly came to a cave. This cave was very deep and was obviously a good place to escape the snowstorm. From the childlike murals in the cave, we could It can be seen that this must be a place where Gnar often stays.

Nar quickly ran to the firewood pile in the cave. He picked up the stone and skillfully lit the firewood pile, and the fire immediately filled the entire cave.

At this time, the sky outside had completely darkened, and the howling of the wind was mixed with the sound of manic thunder.

As if the blizzard weather wasn't enough, Kuang Lei seemed to be joining in the fun, and those who didn't know thought it was the two demigods Anivia and Volibear fighting.

Reed looked at Gnar's paintings in the cave, before the Freljord became like this.

In the painting, Gnar and his snowman friends are playing together. Although Gnar's paintings are really abstract, Reed can barely recognize the content of his paintings. These paintings also evoke Reed's memories of the past. remember.

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