Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Lothar took out the quilt, tore it open with all his might, and twisted it into a slender cloth. Considering the strong wind outside the window, Lothar took off his shoes and hung them at the bottom of the cloth.

Lothar ran to the window sill, calculated the direction and wind, and threw the cloth down.

The shoe fell on the big fat man's head impartially, and the fat man raised his head suddenly and saw Lothar beckoning to him.

The fat man understood, and stretched out his stubby hand to grab the cloth strip, but the wind was too strong, so he tried several times before he succeeded in grabbing it.

Lothar knew that he couldn't lift the fat man with his own strength, so he tied the cloth to the stone pillar on the windowsill and shouted, "Come up!"

The big fat man climbed up the strip of cloth, and when he was about to reach the balcony, Lothar realized how fat this guy was.

He was a burly man, but his body was full of fat, especially his belly, which bulged almost to a ball.

He was shirtless, and the snow had covered most of his body, and he couldn't even see his face.

"Anivia's feathers, are you not afraid of freezing or dying, how dare you come up from here?" Losar exclaimed.

The fat man blinked a few times, and the rubble-like snowballs stuck to his eyelashes and beard. He climbed the rock wall with one hand, and tugged at the rope with the other. Dare to go anywhere!"

"Forget the wine, tell me what you are doing here first?" Lothar was not afraid of what the big fat man would do to him, anyway, the rope is in his hands now, "You better be honest, or I will push you down."

A few clusters of red beards emerged from the snow on the big fat man's face: "You **** is threatening me!"

"What's wrong with blackmailing you, tell the truth!" Lothar stepped on the big fat man's face, and the fat fat man screamed in anger, but he was helpless to Lothar.

"I ask you, what's your name?" Rosa asked.

"Gragas..." The big fat man said in an authentic voice.

"It doesn't sound like the Freljord name, nor does the accent." Lothar asked again, "Where are you from?"

Gragas said a place name, but Lothar had never heard of it.

"what are you doing here"

"I'm here to find Zhen Bing."

Lothar's eyes lit up: "You also come to Zhen Bing"

"You also came to find Zhen Bing," Gragas said excitedly, "Then why are you still standing there! Put me up there!"

"Wait, first tell me what you are looking for Zhen Bing for"

"Bubble wine."

"Ha!" Lothar was dumbfounded, and he seriously doubted that he had heard it wrong, "Say another word!"

"You little baby's ears are too hard to use. I said that I was looking for Zhen Bing to make wine!"

Lothar felt that he was shocked, and his shock at this moment was comparable to the day when Zoe fell from the sky.

Lothar's eyes on Gragas also became complicated, and he asked carefully: "You are the blood of ice"

"no."

Losar was even more speechless: "Do you know what Zhen Bing is?"

"I know, I don't know why I'm looking for it, isn't it just a lump of very icy ice."

"Then have you seen it?"

"Yes, I originally wanted to find a few tribes to ask for Zhenbing, but they cried and told me to give it back to them. I was soft-hearted, so I gave it back to them. They told me that they could use everything they could find here. There's no end to Zhen Bing, so I'm here."

"So you've really touched Zhen Bing," Losar said incredulously, "You're not dead."

"Why do you want to die, isn't it just a block of ice?"

Lothar began to wonder if the fat man was bragging. It is common sense for ordinary people to die when they touch it.

But judging from his ability to be shirtless in this icy world, the possibility of bragging is very small.

"There are still many things in this world that are beyond my imagination." Lothar said with emotion.

"Hey, why did you stop? Are you going to let me go?" Gragas became impatient.

Lothar thought for a while: "It's okay to let you up, but you have to promise me a condition."

"Oops, it's annoying, say it!"

"I'm also here to find Zhen Bing." Rosa smiled. "If you agree to come with me, I'll let you up."

Gragas immediately raised his eyebrows and smiled: "That's easy to say! Let's make real ice together!"

"Let's talk first, I'll let you up and you can't mess around." Rosa said, "Although I'm not from this fortress, I'm still under guard. If you dare to do anything to me, I'll scream. "

"Don't worry, I'm not going to bully you as a child."

"I hope you count." Lothar released his foot, "Come up."

Gragas was about to climb onto the balcony, but Lothar heard the sound of the door being pushed open behind him.

Lothar kicked Gragas down with one foot, and then turned around. It was actually a Drakron who came in, and there were several Frost guards behind him.

"Lord Delacron." Losarosa hurriedly jumped off the balcony guardrail, using his body to block the cloth strips tied to the stone pillars of the guardrail, pretending to be a little scared, "What... what?"

De La Clone's face was blocked by his dark double-horned helmet, and he said coldly: "Come down, do you want to be killed?"

"I just... see how high it is down there, I'm curious about what..."

"Nothing!" Delacron grabbed Lothar's wrist sharply, and said grimly: "Don't let me see you sitting there again, understand?"

"Yes..." Lothar was a little surprised. For the first time, he felt an obvious emotional expression from this Delacron, and said to himself, "Did I say something that stimulated him?"

Delacron released his hand: "I'm here to ask you, have you seen any mice, foxes, etc. in the fortress recently?"

"Rat" Lothar was taken aback for a moment, he had never seen it before, "No, it is impossible for a mouse to crawl into such a cold place."

"If you see it, remember to tell them." Delacron pointed to the Frost Guard behind him. After speaking, he took everyone out.

Lothar hurried to the door and closed the door, then quickly ran to the balcony. Gragas had a shoe print on his face and was staring at him silently.

"Sorry." Lothar smiled shyly, "Come up quickly, they're gone."

"I really almost fell just now." Gragas muttered, "Stinky brat, if you want to kick it lightly."

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Gragas, a well-known wine master, has a good temper and kindness, and is well received by neighbors on blind dates.

He is very addicted to winemaking. It is rumored that in order to find treasured winemaking materials, he would even lose his family business.

—"Knox Wine People's Chronicle"

Chapter 280 Hall

"That's what I eat." Gragas ate a piece of bread in one bite, and he snorted.

"I can't get enough food for you when I go to get the food, that will be suspected." Lothar looked at the meat sticks in his hand depressedly. In order to give Gragas food, he was basically not full these days. Pass.

"Hey, I don't drink, I eat everything like chewing sand." Gragas looked even more depressed than Lothar.

"It's good to have some food. Do you know how much effort I have spent to hide you these days?" Lothar sighed, "Fortunately recently, the Frost Guards seem to be busy catching some foxes or mice, and they have no time to take care of them. Me, or you can't hide this big fat man."

"So where did you find Zhen Bing?" Gragas lay on the ground, his round belly arched high.

"Eat and sleep, no wonder you're so fat." Lothar kicked Gragas in the belly and said, "I've checked almost every place I can go, and today is where the Frost Guards 'eye tattoos'. I'm going to try today to see if I can go deeper."

"So I have nothing to do." Gragas scratched his ass.

"You're too big, you have to squeeze the door out. You can jump under the balcony to hide in my room, but you can't hide in the corridor if you want to hide." Lothar packed up the food and said, "You stay honest, you will have it when you have the chance."

"Boring..." Gragas rolled over and fell asleep, snoring after a while.

Lothar rolled up a rag and blocked Gragas' nostrils so that his snoring would not attract anyone.

Lothar pushed open the door and looked left and right: "It's true that everyone has been tattooed. Today is a good opportunity."

Lothar closed the door carefully, knowing that the Frost Guards' eye tattooing ceremony would not end until dark, and he had plenty of time.

"Recently, the Frost Guards are busy catching foxes or mice. It seems that the little guy stole a lot of food and caused a lot of damage. I'm really lucky. Thanks to him, I explored a lot of places." Lothar took out A rag hidden in his arms, on which a suggested map was drawn with black charcoal, "It's impossible to hide Zhenbing in this layer... This layer is also impossible, try to go to the lower layer today."

Lothar put away the rag and proceeded cautiously.

Gragas, who was sleeping soundly in Lothar's room, didn't notice that an uninvited guest came beside him.

Gnar chewed the elk meat he had stolen from the kitchen, and looked curiously at the mountain of meat in front of him.

Gnar had never seen such a big fat man, and he had seen a hairy one.

Gnar poked Gragas' belly lightly with a bone rib, and immediately hid in the corner.

Gragas snorted a few times, scratched his belly a few times with his big hands, and continued to fall asleep.

Gnar was relieved, it moved closer and poked a few times, but Gragas still didn't respond.

Gnar gradually let go of his courage, it jumped on Gragas' belly, and its round belly full of elasticity became its trampoline, and it jumped up and down happily.

Gragas felt a little uncomfortable, his nose was blocked, and his belly was constantly being hit, but even so, he still didn't wake up, and he couldn't get a little bit of energy after not drinking for a few days.

Gnar was having a great time, he found himself in love with the big belly, and he jumped higher and higher and jumped more and more cheerfully.

Gragas' stomach was constantly being stomped and shrunk. As soon as he exerted force, he spit out the cloth that blocked his nostrils, and the thunderous snoring almost didn't scare Gnar out.

Gnar touched his head and found that the big fat man was just snoring, so he started his play again, laughing again and again.

In the quiet Frostguard fortress, Gnar's laughter and Gragas' purr continued one after another.

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Lothar walked slowly down the stairs.

He did not meet a single frost guard along the way, and the distance he walked was longer than the previous three days combined.

"This fortress is really too big. I really don't know when it will be finished." Lothar walked to the new floor, and in front of it was a vast hall.

The hall is really big, and Lothar, a child, has to walk for a while to get through.

"There seems to be movement." Lothar moved forward slowly, and he vaguely heard the voices of some people talking.

Lothar followed the sound and saw several frost guards guarding a huge door.

"Are the guards holding the ceremony here?" Lothar peeked at him, and a curiosity surged in his heart.

He looked at the top of his head, and several stone beams came into view. These beams were used to hang animal corpses on other floors, but on this floor, a neat one-eyed flag was hung.

Most importantly, these beams lead to the back of the gate.

Lothar grabbed the wall, which was so shallow that it could barely fit in a third of his fingertips.

"That big fat guy in Gragas can climb up from the outside of the fortress. I should be able to do this kind of wall too." Lothar took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and then quickly ran up to the wall, grabbing and kicking up with his hands and feet on the ground. He actually climbed the beam for him.

"I'm amazing!" Lothar shook his painful fingers, "It must have grown again recently, um, it must be taller than Ashe."

The beam is very wide, as wide as five Lothars. Lothar does not need to be particularly careful and will not be exposed. He successfully avoided the sight of the guard and entered behind the door.

Behind the door is a larger hall, so large that Lothar has the illusion of returning to the plains.

Below are countless Frost Guards standing neatly in line. At a glance, Lothar feels that there are not thousands or at least hundreds.

They all wore dark armor, but did not hold a weapon. In the front of their queue, stood several Drakrons. Each Drakron's armor was different, showing their uniqueness.

And everyone is facing one direction.

At the end of the hall, there is a huge throne.

On the throne sits a woman wearing a double-horned crown.

Lothar felt that his breathing stopped for a moment.

He didn't expect that he would see her in this way.

Frost Witch, Lissandra.

Lissandra was wearing a long ice-like dress, and the double-horned crown completely covered her eyes, only the lower half of her face was exposed.

Lothar stuck his head out and stared at Lissandra carefully. He heard in the story that Lissandra's image was a blind old witch whose eyes were scratched by the giant bear Volibear. …

"It's quite beautiful." Losar thought, "The figure is also very good. She has a big chest and a small butt. Such a woman is very easy to raise. I don't know if Ashe will become like that in the future."

In front of Lissandra was a Delacron kneeling. This Delacron took off his helmet and stared at Lissandra frantically: "My lord, please grant me eyes like ice."

Lissandra stretched out her hand casually, and the movement was so small that Lothar felt that she was perfunctory.

A few pieces of ice crystal **** shot into Delacron's eyes, he covered his face in pain, blood dripped from his fingers, Lothar could see that he was shaking violently in order to hold back his cry.

"Isn't this... an 'eye tattoo'?" Lothar shuddered.

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