Lone Wolf of the Freljord

However, Lothar built the tent very small every night. His excuse was that the materials were limited, but Ashe felt that he just wanted to hug himself tighter when he wanted to sleep.

After a few days of recuperation, Lothar's body recovered to the point where she could barely walk on her own, but Ashe was still worried and told Lothar not to leave her more than ten steps away.

The two made their way slowly to the northwest, towards the coast.

"Are we really going to go through the bearman's hunting ground?" Ashe was a little worried, "Can't we take another safer route?"

"There is, but there is a long way to go." Lothar laughed. "You don't have to worry. Although the bear man is bloodthirsty, he is not keen. We can safely pass through as long as we are concealed enough."

Still uneasy, Ashe recalled the stories she'd heard about bearmen, every one of them disturbing.

"Don't be afraid." Losara picked up Ashe's hand. The girl's hand felt soft and delicate. Losara remembered that Ashe used to have a few calluses on her hand, but after going down the mountain, for some unknown reason, the bow seemed to be missing. Changed her physique, "Believe me, I used to come to the bearman's hunting ground to hunt a lot."

Ash couldn't believe it.

"You're crazy! What's the difference between grabbing something from a tiger's mouth?" Ashe didn't know how Lothar was so audacious, and even Glenna showed awe when she mentioned the bearman. Love, never get in touch with them.

"Otherwise, how do you think I hit so many prey every year, and those beasts wouldn't come and let me kill themselves." Lothar didn't seem to be afraid of the bear man, "The bear man has occupied such a good hunting ground. Poaching something they don't notice."

"Ah..." Ashe let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm starting to doubt the oath with you." Ashe said while holding her forehead.

Losar was struck by lightning: "Why?!"

Ashe grabbed Lothar's head with both hands and looked directly at him: "You don't cherish your life too much, what if I swear with you and you die? You want me to live the rest of my life in the grief of widowhood Are you in? Promise me that you won't risk your life in the future!"

Lothar's face was squished by Ashe, and he said: "Zi Daolu..."

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As soon as she stepped into the Bearman's hunting ground, Ashe felt the change in the air.

The aversion to cold and rancid smell was squirming heavily in the wind, the chest felt as uncomfortable as being pressed by a boulder, and even breathing in became an extremely uncomfortable thing.

Lothar motioned to silence and slowed his pace. He didn't look abnormal, and it should be true that he often came to the bearman hunting grounds.

Ashe suddenly felt at ease with Lothar, a feeling only Glenna had brought her before.

Ashe grabbed the corner of Lothar's clothes and followed him nervously.

Apart from the malice in the air, there seems to be nothing special about the bearman's hunting ground. It was winter, and the animals were hiding as much as possible.

A bright red appeared in the white world.

It was blood, and it lasted a long time.

Ashe looked at Lothar, who made a gesture, indicating that it might be the blood of a large animal.

Ashe wrote on Lothar's palm: "Will there be meat?"

Lothar shook his head, indicating not to go near the bloodstain.

Ashe doesn't know why, but she chooses to trust Lothar.

The two continued to move forward, always keeping a certain distance from the bloodstain. Finally, they saw the end of the bloodstain in the distance—

A well-established adult blunt-toothed carcass about the size of three tigers.

There was a happy expression on Ashe's face. The corpse didn't seem to have died for a long time. Its flesh alone was enough for the two of them to not have to worry about food for a week or two.

"What do you think?" Ashe wrote in Lothar's hand.

Lothar observed for a while, but still shook his head, expressing that he did not want to go there.

Ashe was a little puzzled, with the food at his fingertips in front of him, why not?

Before Ashe could ask a question, a figure suddenly entered her field of vision.

The figure was carrying a long-handled wide blade, covered with a thick layer of bearskin, and was walking quickly towards the corpse of the blunt-toothed beast.

"The loser!" Ashe was shocked, and she quickly wrote on Lothar's hand, "Is it the loser?"

Lothar's expression was solemn, staring closely at the figure.

The man in the bear's skin walked near the corpse of the blunt-toothed beast, and the wide blade began to quickly cut the meat.

Suddenly, Ashe felt the ground shake, as if something huge was moving underground.

A giant snake drilled out from the ground below the blunt-toothed beast, and the blood basin swallowed the blunt-toothed beast whole.

"It's Gruffin!" Ashe recognized what the giant snake was, "It's so big!"

Ashe understood why Lothar wouldn't let her near the corpse of the bludgeon, it was the bait, the way the Gruffin Snake liked to lure new prey.

The man in the bearskin reacted quickly and avoided the sudden attack from the ground, but he was also thrown out. The eyes of the Gruffin snake had locked on him, and he immediately continued to attack him.

"Help her!" said Lothar suddenly, "use your bow!"

"She" Ashe noticed that Lothar used female pronouns. She didn't understand why Lothar asked her to help a lost person, but she couldn't allow her to think too much. Her trust in Lothar made her bow and arrow immediately.

The arrow condensed by the power of Zhen Bing hit the head of the Grufin giant snake, and the fierce penetrating force directly penetrated the head of the giant snake.

But the size of the giant snake is too big, and although the small arrows contain the power of Zhenbing, it will take some time to spread to its whole body.

"Go on! Shoot as much as you can!" Lothar commanded.

Ashe condensed the arrows again. She was not very used to using this True Ice bow, and the hand holding the bow was painful. This was the backlash of the True Ice weapon for the user.

Ashe ignored the pain in his hand as much as possible, and the arrow shot again, and another arrow pierced the nasal bone of the Gruffin Serpent.

The man in the bear's skin did not flee, but rushed towards the giant snake together with the long-handled wide blade.

"Ah ah ah!" Her angry roar accompanied the sharp blade into the body of the giant snake. She jumped on the giant snake and ran with the knife as if she didn't want to die. The wide blade tore a long blood along the snake's body. At the mouth, the giant snake tossed up and down frantically, making a terrifying hiss.

Even though it was far away, even though it was drowned out by the voice of the giant snake, Ashe could hear the man's wild roar.

"Lothar is right." Ashe heard it. "She is indeed a woman."

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Among the native gods of the Freljord, the most notorious is the bear **** Volibear.

Volibear is the **** of storms and wars, in the form of a bloodthirsty bear, with fangs and claws permanently glued to the flesh from the bite. He has a desire to slaughter all living beings and even gods. Lissandra, one of the legendary three sisters, is said to have been blinded by Volibear.

In countless stories about Volibear, fighting is his only interest, and killing is his favorite food. Many Freljord tribes worship Volibear before going to war, begging him to grant them victory in the war. But in normal times, almost no one will pray to him, and even talking about his name is an unwritten taboo.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Two: Myths and Legends

Chapter Nineteen Sejuani

Ashe kept firing arrows of True Frost, and the backlash of the ice bow never stopped, gnawing at her arm in pain.

"Okay." Lothar hugged Ashe and told her to stop shooting, "Gruffin is dying."

Lothar's judgment was correct. Ashe shot out more than a dozen holes in the head of the Grufin Serpent, and the power of True Ice covered its entire head with frost, and the cold poison destroyed the giant snake from the inside out. Snake brain.

And the woman in the bear's skin was far more sturdy than Ashe imagined. With the support of Ashe's arrows, she alone cut off most of the Grufin Serpent's body to the point of turning out flesh and blood.

"Is this the loser?" Ashe's expression was solemn, she put the Zhenbing longbow back on her back, "Lothar, what should I do next?"

Lothar smiled: "What else can we do? We saved her, of course, we are looking for her to give us back."

"Find a loser to repay," Ashe was dumbfounded, "You don't really freeze your brain, do you?"

"Trust me." Lothar blinked mysteriously. "You won't be disappointed."

Ashe looked worriedly in the direction of the corpse of the Gruffin Serpent, and the woman in the bear's skin also looked at them from a distance. Ashe shot so many arrows, the location had long been exposed.

At Lothar's insistence, the two speeded up to the corpse of the Grufin Serpent.

As it drew near, the woman in the bear's skin was already cutting the flesh of the serpent.

When Ashe saw the lost for the first time, she couldn't help thinking of the horrific legend about the lost. She took off her longbow and was careful.

Lothar was not so wary. He raised his left arm high and greeted the bearskin woman: "Can the meat be divided into half of us?"

The woman looked at Lothar and Ashe, faces hidden in the shadows under the bearskin hood.

Ash swallowed his saliva: "We don't intend to disturb you, but this Gruffin was hunted together by us, can you share with us?"

The woman looked at Ashe for a long time, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha! I'm not the loser!"

"It's not the loser." Ashe was stunned, but she clearly saw that the woman was wearing a bear skin.

The woman took off the hood, revealing a tough and beautiful face, with long blond hair tied in a few braids, tied with a few fangs hair accessories, and a little freckles on her nose, she looked as big as Losa Ash , is an underage girl.

The girl's appearance is also very beautiful, but unlike the slender beauty of Ashe's ice crystal, her beauty is more like the most prosperous sunshine in May and June, blazing and scorching hot.

"Don't tell me you don't recognize me, Ash." The girl showed a hearty smile.

"Sejuani!" Of course Ashe recognized her, her surprise was palpable, "Why are you here?"

Ashe looked back at Lothar, who winked at her, apparently already seeing who the girl was.

Sejuani, Avarosa's ally - heir to the Warmother of the Winter's Claw tribe.

Also Ash's best friend.

Ashe retracted the longbow and hugged Sejuani tightly: "Long time no see."

Sejuani touched Ashe's silver hair, her eyes full of joy and surprise: "It's been a long time indeed, it's been five summers... After all these years, you've gotten prettier, your hair has turned silver, and you're still With such a powerful True Ice weapon."

Ashe's expression was complicated: "A lot of things happened... But you have become such a powerful warrior."

Ashe said and looked at the corpse of the giant snake on the side. The huge mouth could fill ten Ashes. It was hard to imagine that Sejuani had just been able to fight this giant beast in close quarters, and she only used it on her back. common bone broad blade.

"I've been through a lot here too..." Sejuani's expression darkened.

Lothar stretched out his hand and interrupted the conversation between the two women: "Okay, two future war mothers, let's put the old things here first, don't forget that we are still in the bear man's hunting ground."

Sejuani frowned, she felt that Lothar was a little familiar, as if they played together occasionally when they were children: "I know you, you are...Avarosa's wolf cub"

"Yes, I am Lothar."

"Why are you a warm-blooded man coming to the Bearman's hunting grounds to seek death?" Sejuani asked suspiciously.

"Well... it's a long story." Lothar smiled, he didn't dislike the disdain and indifference in Sejuani's tone, which was what he received every day in his tribe, not to mention other Tribe, "We are fighting too loudly, and the bearmen may be attracted. If we don't want to become their dinner and sacrifice, we'd better hurry up."

Sejuani looked at Ashe, and Ashe nodded: "Lothar has been to the bear man hunting grounds before, we'd better listen to him."

"A Furnace who has been to the Bearman Hunting Ground." Sejuani glanced at Lothar, "Interesting."

Lothar helped Sejuani build a trailer out of wood together. Sejuani is of the Frost Bloodline, but her strength is stronger than the average Frost Bloodline. She can cut down a tree as thick as a human head with one knife. It is hard to believe her. In fact, she is still an underage girl.

After the cart was built, he began to cut large pieces of snake meat. Lothar was very experienced in dissecting prey, and with Sejuani's swift body, large pieces of snake meat were quickly cut off.

"It's the first time I've seen such a big Gruffin. It's a pity." Ashe said while helping out.

"It's no pity, we need food." Sejuani cut another thick piece of fat, which she cut smoothly with Lothar's guidance. "You're a good butcher, Lothar."

"Actually, I'm a hunter."

"A hunter with only one hand, did you draw the bowstring with your teeth?" Sejuani teased

Lothar smiled and didn't answer.

Soon, the snake meat was filling the cart.

Lothar patted the thick pile of snake meat, so much meat was enough to eat for hundreds of people for a few days: "It's too troublesome to dig out the flesh with bones, let's go."

Ashe nodded and asked Sejuani, "Where are we going?"

Sejuani put on a bearskin hood and carried a rope tied to a cart on her shoulders: "Come with me, I have a boat to take you to my tribe."

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The Bearman is rumored to be one of the most feared creatures in the Freljord.

They are actually a group of intelligent creatures, with an organization similar to a tribe, they believe in the **** of storms and war - the giant bear Volibear, and get powerful power from Volibear.

The way the bearman expands is very strange, and it is called skinning. When a man has been chosen by Volibear to be his fanatic, that man will give up everything he has, go out into the wild, and put a bearskin on himself. Such people are called losers, meaning those who have lost themselves.

Over time, the bearskin will become one with the lost, and the lost will gradually forget everything about his past (there is also a saying that he becomes completely cold-blooded and no longer cares about his memory as a human being, but the specific How difficult to verify), turned into a bloodthirsty and cruel monster. According to my interviews, those who witnessed the delinquent described it as "indescribable," "extremely twisted," and "dark and weird."

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Two: Myths and Legends

Chapter 20 Escape

Ashe looked at Lothar, who nodded, agreeing to follow Sejuani.

"Is this his intention to help Sejuani?" Ash pondered Lothar's thoughts, "Going to the Winter's Claw Tribe... It is indeed a quick and safer way."

Ashe couldn't help but admire Lothar again. When the Avarossa tribe was still there, Ashe rarely had time to spend with Lothar. After being in contact with Lothar all day, Ashe found that everyone in this tribe The wolf cub, who is not to be seen, is actually a very strong, persistent and cunning person.

Just like a real wolf.