Lone Wolf of the Freljord

The ice crystal arrows brushed past Urkas and did not hit him directly, but the impact of the cold air blew him away, and a thin layer of frost formed on his shoulders and arms.

"Ashe! What are you doing!" Sejuani grabbed Ashe.

"Sejuani!" Ashe looked in horror at what was happening around her. She shook off Sejuani's hand and asked, "What is this? Massacre?"

"Massacre of course." Sejuani watched the tragedy in the village with a cold eye. "They are a bunch of parasites. They can't do anything and share the hunting ground with us. They should have been exterminated long ago."

"But they are allies of Winter's Claw! You made a covenant!" Ashe discouraged.

"I'm here today to break the covenant! This covenant was made by the priests! Why should we make a covenant with these weaklings!" Sejuani said righteously, "This is not perfidy, they are not qualified to be with the Claws of Winter. Sign up! I'm just getting things back on track!"

Ashe looked at Sejuani incomprehensibly, she couldn't believe how Sejuani had become after not seeing him in a few years.

The skinny little girl who used to be timid is now a murderous monster.

"Just take the food, there's no need to kill them!" Ashe made her last effort.

"No!" Sejuani flatly refused, "I can't let my mother and the priests know that I attacked this place until I get the power of the mother of war."

The quarrel between the two women attracted the attention of everyone in the village, and Sejuani's men temporarily stopped the slaughter, watching in bewilderment as Sejuani and her robe sisters engaged in infighting.

Ibrato's survivors didn't understand what happened, but they didn't dare to run away, they knew the invaders couldn't let them go, and running away would only kill them faster.

"Enough Ashe! Stop being childish!" Sejuani held up the wide blade and said coldly, "There is no time, we have to go back before dawn, or we will be suspected."

"I'm not being willful!" Ashe raised her longbow at Sejuani.

Sejuani's pupils shrank: "Are you going to use force against me!"

Ashe didn't answer Sejuani's question, she looked pained and her longbow was not loose: "Let them go!"

"Where?"

"We can drive them to the sea of ​​ice!"

"That's more cruel than killing them outright! They can't survive on the ice sea!"

"Me and Lothar survived!"

"That's because you're the bloodline of ice! Because you met me!" Sejuani couldn't hold back her emotions, she couldn't understand why Ashe would aim her arrow at her, "Without me! You dragged that trash. Sooner or later you will die! It was fate that made me meet you! I can make you live!"

Ashe's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to argue something, but she didn't say it in the end.

"The chains of fate bind you and me!" Sejuani looked furious. "I owe Glenna a life! Now that she's gone, I'll protect you!"

Ashe took a step back involuntarily, the truth in Sejuani's eyes was by no means false, but...

Ashe looked at the Ibratos, what was wrong with them?

"Let them go..." Ashe's voice was dry and hoarse, as if she had to use all her strength for every word she said.

Sejuani took a deep breath: "No!"

Between Ashe's fingers, more than a dozen ice crystal arrow tail feathers took shape.

No one believed what they were seeing. They had never heard of any True Ice weapon that could create so many arrows at the same time.

"Ashe!" Sejuani shouted in surprise, "Fate brought us here! You and I are destined to be sisters! You should listen to me!"

A cold light burst out above Ashe's longbow, "I don't believe in fate."

Ashe let go of her right hand, and the arrows shot like a torrential rain, hitting Sejuani and her weapons, knocking them off.

"Ashe!" Sejuani held the wide blade tightly and did not let it go, she slammed forward, Ashe raised her bow to resist, but Sejuani's strength was much stronger than her, Ashe was directly hit fell to the ground.

"Ibratos are not worth mentioning!" Sejuani looked down at Ashe, who was lying on the ground. "They are no different from the Gruffin we killed together! They are a bunch of weak bastards! They died Rin Winter's Claw will have food! The Horde will let you in! If they die, you can live!"

Ashe clutched the hurting part: "In the legends we've heard since childhood, heroes would never do this!"

"Glena is my hero!" Sejuani said righteously, "I'm doing exactly what your mother would do!"

Ashe stood up slowly, knowing that Sejuani was right, that Glenna was never soft-hearted when it came to plundering other tribes.

"Mom, she made a mistake... Frozen Bloodline Furnace" Ashe looked directly at the angry Sejuani, "A life is a life! There is no distinction between noble and inferior!"

Ashe charged at Sejuani with the longbow, and Sejuani grabbed her.

"I know what mistake Glenna made. She gave you so many sworn fathers to train you and protect you, and the result is that you have become so weak!"

"The strong are supposed to do things that are not feasible." Ashe didn't flinch, "This is what you taught me! I'm going to take these Ibratos away!"

Sejuani was silent for a long time, the fire reflected in her eyes, fiery and furious.

"I made you my robe," Sejuani muttered, "but you betrayed me."

Sejuani shook off Ashe and pushed her towards the group of Ibratos.

Ashe staggered, but still stood firm.

"My mother taught me nothing but one thing." Sejuani pointed the broad blade at Ashe. "To be a leader, you need to be able to lie, kill, and sacrifice. I understand that, and You don't understand, you are still living in those naive legends. I will be a great war mother, and you, nothing."

Ashe bit the silver hair scattered in front of him: "You also taught me one thing - the strong should do things that are not feasible. Let me take them away and go to the sea of ​​ice, the claws of winter will not find them, I can take them They live."

"You can't do it at all!"

"I have to try." Ashe stood up straight, "Know Lothar? That **** in your mouth. You thought he was relying on me, but I was relying on him too. He is more in my heart than any Iceborn. We must all be strong. He and I climbed the snowy mountains, crossed the ice sea, and entered the bearman's hunting ground. We supported each other and helped each other..."

Ashe's eyes were firm: "It's not only the ice bloodline that can create miracles."

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The Freljord winter is very cruel. The average temperature is about minus 50 degrees. The lowest temperature I have measured is minus 93 degrees. It is not difficult to imagine that there will be places with lower temperatures. Ordinary people can easily freeze to death when they move outdoors at this temperature.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter 3: The Natural Environment

Chapter 29 The Reincarnation of Avarossa

Sejuani looked at Ashe silently, this slender girl resolutely stood against her, just to protect the group of Ibratos she didn't even know.

Sejuani looked at the frost on the wide blade, which was caused by Ashe's True Frost arrows. Even without direct contact, Sejuani felt the horror of these ice crystals. If Ashe isn't aiming for the weapons of Sejuani and the Winter's Claw warriors, but the body...

"Stupid!" yelled Sejuani, slung the broad blade over her shoulder, "Erkas! Bring all of your compatriots! Let's go!"

Ashe put down the longbow: "Thank you..."

"I don't need your thank you!" Sejuani turned her back and strode away, "Go away with this group of people and never come back! Next time we meet, I will see you as a traitor, my enemy. !"

Ashe stretched out her hand to Sejuani sadly, but Sejuani had gone far beyond her reach.

"I won't treat you as an enemy!" Ash shouted at Sejuani's back, "You will always be my sister!"

Sejuani didn't look back, she led the warriors of Winter's Claw away, disappearing into the twilight of the night.

Ashe let out a long sigh of relief and fell weakly to the ground. At the same time, she felt that something in her chest was hollowed out, leaving only confusion and helplessness.

"Lothar..." Ashe suddenly remembered the boy he loved, who was still on the Juvask boar in Winter's Claw.

"Are you looking for me?" A familiar voice came, and Lothar didn't know when he appeared beside Ashe, with a consoling smile on his face.

Ashe was startled and whispered, "Have you seen it?"

"Yeah." Lothar crouched down and gently embraced Ashe's head in his arms.

"Since when did you see it?"

"Actually, I've been following you all the time. You know, I'm a hunter who is very good at hiding."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Do you mean to break with the sisters in the robes that you just made a contract with, or do you mean to insist on taking a tribe of furnace households with heavy casualties across the ice sea in winter"

Ashe smiled bitterly: "It sounds like I'm really stupid."

"That's what I like about you." Lothar straightened out a strand of Ashe's silver thread and looked back at the group of Ibratos who were still immersed in fear, sadness and confusion, "We'll take them with you if you have anything to say. Leave here and talk about it, this fire is very difficult to put out, and the village is not saved."

…

After the massacre, there were only a few dozen members of the Ibrato tribe, and nearly half of them were old people and children.

When the sky just turned white, Lothar and Ashe led them to the coast next to the village, away from the village devoured by the fire, but the gloom and mist still shrouded these innocent villagers.

"What should I do?" Ashe asked Lothar in a low voice. "Although I said I would take them away, I honestly don't know what to do."

"Think of your mother," Lothar said. "Imagine them as your people, your children. What should you do to protect your children?"

"Let them fear me, and then believe me." Ashe took a deep breath, and the stalwart figure appeared in his mind.

She looked at the longbow in her hand. She had held the Zhenbing Bow for too long, and her palms had begun to ooze blood.

But now was not the time to care about the pain, she held her longbow high and shouted, "Ibrato! I am Ashe! Glenna's daughter! I am the longbow!"

The eyes of the villagers all focused on Ashe, and the Zhenbing Longbow shone dazzlingly in the rising sun.

"Ai Xi, the powerful Frost Bloodline, you saved us, we all saw it." An elderly Ibrato took the lead in kneeling in front of Ai Xi, and others followed suit. They are now Only Ashe is the life-saving straw.

"I swear, I will protect you." Ashe helped the old man up, "I will treat both Iceborn and Furnace equally, none of you will become slaves."

There was a commotion from the crowd, apparently not understanding Ashe's words.

Kindness to humans is a rare act in the Freljord, especially for aliens who are not linked by blood.

"I am Avarosa." Ashe shouted, "I will also treat you as Avarosa, my dearest compatriots!"

The Ibratos were visibly confused, and they had not yet recovered from the shadow of their slaughter.

Lothar stood up at this time, he took a step forward and stood beside Ashe: "Compatriots! Listen up! The female warrior in front of you is holding Ava, one of the three sisters. Rosa's holy bow!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and suddenly the eyes they looked at Ashe changed.

"Only she can use this holy bow, and you have also seen its power." Lothar continued to say loudly, "Ashe of Avarossa is the reincarnation of Avarosa!"

Lothar's words were like a huge boulder smashed into the hearts of the Ibratos. They all bowed to Ashe, and the tragedy of the previous night was temporarily forgotten.

Ashe secretly held Lothar's hand, and Lothar could feel her slender palm trembling.

"Why tell such a lie?" Ashe whispered in Lothar's ear in a panic, "I'm not the reincarnation of Avarosa at all?"

Lothar looked at her seriously: "Why do you think you are not?"

Ash was stunned.

…

There is nothing left of the Ibrato tribe, except for a Senegal that was docked on the coast, and the Ibratos used it to go out to sea during the fishing season.

Lothar arranged for everyone to board the boat. Although there were not many strong men left, they could barely fill all the paddlers.

At noon, Sneaker sailed off the coast and began to head south.

After arranging everything, Lothar walked to Ashe, who was standing alone at the bow of the boat. The sea breeze blew her silver hair and cloak, and the noon sun shone on her snowy skin, faintly dazzling.

"You are so beautiful." Lothar hugged Ashe.

"You know I don't want to hear this now." Ashe whispered, "Why do you say that I am the reincarnation of Avarossa?"

"We will drive south, and we can use this name to accommodate some tribes along the coast." Lothar replied, "Most of the large tribes will ignore us, but those tribes that only have furnace households believe that they will not refuse Avarosa's reincarnation. invitation."

"What I'm asking is, why do you say that I am the reincarnation of Avarossa?" Ashe broke away from Lothar's embrace and faced him, "Do you know that once a lie is told, it cannot be taken back?"

Lothar sighed: "Aren't you conscious yet? Ashe."

"Self-conscious" Ashe was startled.

"What you have is the Throne of Avarossa that Glenna has pursued her whole life." Lothar stared at Ashe's rippling eyes, "Marukolo would kill everyone to prevent her from getting it. This bow, and you got it. This bow has been on that mountain for tens of thousands of years, and you picked it up. The power of real ice even changed your hair, which means that this bow The bow admits you. Ordinary Frostbloods learn to use True Ice weapons which are not gradual, slowly adapting to the backlash of True Ice. And you can defeat a powerful Drakron just by picking it up."

Ash was silent, looking at Lothar with some bewilderment.

Lothar sighed and continued: "You are too arrogant. If there is really a reincarnation of Avarossa in this world, who do you think is more competent than you?"

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Most of the coastal tribes of Frelderdee were equipped with a sloop called a "sneel", which was light enough for fishing offshore, but difficult to support for long distance voyages.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Six: A Chronicle of the Horde

Chapter Thirty The Rockfa Peninsula

a month later.

As Lothar expected, Ashe's integration of the scattered coastal tribes under the name "Avarosa Reincarnation" went very smoothly.

When Ashe demonstrated the power of the True Ice Longbow, several tribes immediately surrendered. In addition, Ashe's slogan "regardless of the iceborn furnace households, treat them equally", also quickly gathered the hearts of a large number of furnace households.

Ashe's image is also very in line with the legendary Avarossa - powerful blood and longbow, beautiful appearance and posture, and kind attitude towards people... These make Ashe the reincarnation of Avarossa. Immediately accepted, coupled with the spread of the fanatics who believed in Avarosa, a considerable number of people decided to follow Ashe.

By the time Ashe reached the westernmost shores of the Freljord, her followers had gone from a snail to a fleet of thirty ships, even five large three-masted ships. The sailboats were full of people carrying nearly 2,000 people.

As the leader of the fleet, and the leader of the fleet, Ashe and Lothar deserved to be given the most spacious room.