Lone Wolf of the Freljord

This is also the last festival before winter comes. People in the tribe are busy exchanging things, hoping to get enough cold-proof materials to survive this winter.

But none of that has anything to do with Lothar.

He was an outsider, an abandoned baby picked up by Avarossa's mother Glenna in the wolf's den. No one was willing to adopt him, and no one gave him alms.

Lothar looked at the little children dressed as gods, dancing happily around the fire, or wrestling on their leash, and today they were specially allowed to go aboard the big boat to play.

Lothar doesn't have any reason to join in there, and it's good for people to see that he doesn't throw blood and drive him away.

Lothar looked away from those who had nothing to do with him, and stared straight at a little girl in the distance.

With her long pale blond hair in delicate braids and a delightful smile on her lovely face, she sat on her mother's lap, clapping her hands and listening to the bizarre tales told by the shaman.

"Ashe..." Lothar whispered her name lightly.

"What are you doing?" A little girl's voice suddenly sounded from behind Lothar.

He looked back, and it was a little girl with pale blond hair, about the same age as him and Ashe. But unlike Ashe, she's too skinny.

The limbs are thin like bamboo poles, the cheeks are sunken, and the collarbone protrudes as if to pierce the flesh. Lothar does not know how such a person can survive in the Freljord, but with the physique of a child , she was wearing a little too thin in this weather.

Lothar had never seen her, so she probably wasn't from Avarosa.

"Never mind your business." Lothar said coldly.

"Of course it's none of my business." The little girl walked up to Lothar, "This is the place I chose first."

"You choose first." Lothar patted the snow on his shoulder. "What do you choose?"

"Why should I tell you." The little girl's personality was not much brighter than the gloomy Lothar. "Get out of here, or fight with me."

Lothar looked at the little girl's thin body that seemed to be blown over by the wind: "Okay, let's fight."

The little girl stared at him for a long time.

"Forget it." She still didn't make a move in the end, "Anyway, this place is big enough, it doesn't matter if you have one more."

After speaking, the little girl sat down with her legs folded.

Loshaha let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't eaten meat for two days. There should be some leftover meat at the banquet during the festival. to Lothar.

"Goo..." Lothar's stomach began to growl again.

The little girl looked up at him: "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"Why don't you go to the banquet to eat a lot."

"They won't give it to me."

"why?"

"Because the shamans all say I'm a cursed child." Lothar didn't know why he would say this to someone who didn't know his name, maybe he wanted to talk to someone for a long time, "I was invited Unfortunate and woeful wolf breed."

"That's it." The little girl put her face on her knee, "then why haven't you been killed yet?"

Lothar's heart trembled.

Seeing that Lothar didn't speak, the girl thought for a while: "Well, let's make a deal."

"trade"

The little girl took out a piece of bacon jerky that was squashed very flat from her arms, and there were even some tooth marks on it, but as soon as the little girl took it out, Lothar's eyes couldn't be separated from it.

"I only took two bites. If you tell me how you survived, I'll give you this one." The little girl stretched out the bacon jerky in front of Lothar, "Yes or not."

Lothar snatched the dried bacon over and took a big bite.

The bacon jerky is very woody, and it stands to reason that it would be difficult to swallow without the soup, but Lothar ate it all in three or two bites.

"If you go back on it, I'll really kill you." The little girl stared at Lothar, "You can't beat me, I'm Frostblood."

"I heard that the Frost Bloodline in childhood was not that powerful."

"Want to try it?"

Lothar beat his chest and forced himself to swallow the last piece of meat: "I agree with this deal, in Lothar's name."

The little girl straightened up. "I agree with this exchange, in Sejuani's name."

...

It was already dark, but the bonfire on the other side of the big camp had not been extinguished.

"It turns out that you are the wolf cub. So, it's the war mother Glenna who doesn't let others kill you, and then Ashe sometimes sneaks things for you, right?" Sejuani lay on the ground, looking at the sky Xingchen, there is not much snow today, and the appearance of the stars is extraordinarily clear.

"You know them?" Lothar heard Sejuani's tone and felt that she was no stranger to these two.

"Of course I know." Sejuani's eyes showed a look of longing. "Glena is the person I want to be. She is so powerful and majestic."

"Glena isn't as thin as you are."

"I will eat meat and exercise well."

"Then you are really happy." Lothar was also lying on the snow, looking at the stars in the sky, "I've finished telling my secret, what about yours?"

"I'll tell you if you exchange it for me with jerky."

"mean."

Lothar stopped talking. He looked at the stars in the sky in confusion. Stargazing is something that all shamans and war mothers do. They can remember the position of each star and can also divide them into constellations. I heard people say that in the eyes of shamans, the stars in the sky are like pictures. Some stars form animals, some form objects, and some form people.

But in Lothar's eyes, it was just a bunch of random, random light spots, and he couldn't see any meaning.

But those shamans, relying on these stars, said that he was a child of calamity who would bring destruction one day.

"Lies..." Lothar whispered.

"Yeah." Sejuani turned to look at Lothar, "what did you say?"

"Those shamans are lying." Lothar said coldly, his immature voice was as cold as ice, "They lied, I have never brought any disaster to the tribe, I just want to live..."

"Why are you telling me this," Sejuani said, "do you want me to pity you?"

"I shouldn't survive this winter..." Lothar lay on the ground, letting the cold snow soak his neck.

"why?"

"The only old hunter who was willing to let me live in his tent for the winter died this year and his estate was divided among others."

"Is Glenna unwilling to take you in?"

"Although she doesn't believe that the shamans say I'm a calamity, she doesn't think of me as an Avarossa."

"What about Ashe?"

Lothar said nothing more.

Sejuani was trapped in the snow, the snow blocking the noise from the big camp, and her ears only heard the breathing of herself and the boy beside her.

"Let me tell you a secret," Sejuani said suddenly.

"I have nothing to exchange with you."

"Let me give it to you." Sejuani took a breath, the cold wind made her lungs hurt a little, "Do you know Meteor?"

"what is that?"

Sejuani stretched out her hand to the sky, her small hand couldn't cover the whole night: "It's the stars that fell from the sky."

"Can stars also fall?"

"I heard from my grandma," Sejuani said. "She said that the falling of a star is a rare spectacle. If anyone can see it, they can make a wish on it, and the meteor will fulfill your wish."

"So you're here to find Meteor"

"Well... I stayed for many nights, but I didn't wait. The weather is good today, so I'll try my luck."

"Does your wish come true..." Lothar stared at the stars. He never thought that the stars could fall from the sky. "If you really see a shooting star, what wish would you like to achieve?"

"Grow up now."

"that's it?"

"That's it, how about you?"

Lothar didn't answer.

There was even breathing from Sejuani, and Lothar sat up to see that she had fallen asleep at some point, eyes closed, snowflakes all over her eyelashes.

"You can still fall asleep in such a cold place, can you only say that it is the blood of the ice?"

Lothar took a deep breath into his mouth and rubbed his hands that had almost lost his intuition: "Wish...my wish...forget it, it's impossible to see the meteor anyway."

Lothar looked up at the sky, and the stars were densely covered, shining brightly.

"Every star has a story, and when these stories are combined, they become a constellation." Lothar suddenly thought of Ashe. If she died silently, would she still remember herself?

Lothar remembered that she liked to hear stories, especially those of legends, in which great heroes were transformed into constellations and existed forever in the sky. Every time she hears these stories, her face blooms with a yearning that is so beautiful that Lothar will never forget.

"I want to be a constellation." Lothar whispered, "I want everyone to remember me forever. Every night when they look up, they can see my figure and tell my story."

Sejuani fell asleep, unresponsive.

Lothar laughed miserably: "Who am I lying to, no one can even hear this wish."

A silver thread crossed the sky.

Lothar raised his head sharply, and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not mistaken.

There were more and more silver lines, and they streaked across the sky, making trails that stretched to no end.

"Meteor!" Lothar hurriedly pushed Sejuani, "Wake up! It's a meteor!"

Sejuani groaned a few times, waved Lothar away, and went back to sleep.

"Meteor! It's really a meteor!" Lothar's heart was beating wildly. In the cold winter, he felt that he was actually starting to heat up, and he got up from the ground excitedly.

The meteors in the sky are getting bigger and bigger, and one can even see a flame tail trailing from it.

"What does it feel like... it seems to be falling over here?" The meteor in Lothar's eyes was getting closer and closer. When he realized that the meteor was really about to hit here, it was impossible to escape. .

"I'm going to die." Losar's eyes were full of confusion, and the ecstasy and excitement just now turned into despair near death.

He swooped down on Sejuani, defending needlessly.

Sejuani still hadn't woken up, her eyelids quivering slightly, not knowing what she was dreaming.

"I'm going to die..." Lothar felt a scorching heat wave on his back, and the snow all around had begun to melt, "Just like that..."

Lothar closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but death still did not come.

Lothar slowly turned around and looked, the meteor did not hit the ground, it floated in front of his eyes, and the incandescent flame shone so hard for Lothar to open his eyes.

"What is this? God?" At the same time that Lothar stood up, the meteor also changed.

The flame slowly dissipated, and finally the dazzling incandescence turned into a colorful magic halo.

Lothar's mouth widened, unable to believe what he saw.

The meteor was not the glowing stone he imagined at all, but a girl.

The girl raised her head, her whole body was floating in the air, and her long hair, which was longer than her body, exuded a complex light comparable to the rays of the sun, gems and stars. Lothar felt that the colors she had seen in her life were inferior to seeing on this girl. to many.

The girl opened her eyes, her eyes were even more dazzling than the Milky Way, and she looked at Lothar with a look of joy and joy in her eyes.

"I heard your wish!" The girl flew to Lothar and lightly tapped his forehead, "My name is Zoe, let me fulfill your wish!"

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There used to be a child.

She was favored by sparks.

She became Twilight.

——The story of the Lakhor people

Chapter 264 Travel through time

Lothar hurried down the street between makeshift tents.

He was going to trade the only thing he could sell—a whole snow crocodile tooth he got from hunting—in exchange for something to satisfy his hunger.

Lothar looked at the crowd around him vigilantly. What he wanted to avoid was not the people of other tribes, but the people of Avarosa. If they found that Lothar had entered the camp, they would most likely drive him out. .

Fortunately, Lothar was very lucky, he didn't meet any Avarossa, and he came to a butcher shop opened by people from other tribes.