Lone Wolf of the Freljord

But Lothar held back, and after seeing the big eye under the Howling Abyss, Lothar felt that his psychological endurance was much stronger.

"I told you it was boring." Zoe took Lothar's hand and flew him over the battlefield. "There are no prizes for winning, no toys or desserts. I really don't know what they are fighting."

The two sides at war were the Noxian army and a coalition of two or three Freljord tribes. In the sky, Lothar could clearly see the situation on the battlefield.

Completely one-sided.

Although the Freljord warriors are obviously stronger than the Noxian soldiers, the gap in weapons and equipment is too great. The soldiers are all pieces of iron pieced together, while the soldiers have A full set of neat battle helmets.

More tricky are the Noxian muskets and cannons.

Whether it is power, rate of fire or range, it is not comparable to bows and arrows, and the Noxians have loaded and fired several rounds of arrows even when the tribes' archers are still in the quiver.

Although the Freljord tribes are not without advantages, for example, the Frost Bloodline equipped with True Ice weapons can defeat ten by one, for example, the muskets and artillery of Noxus are not very stable and reliable. Lothar occasionally You will still see a few musketeers or artillerymen blow themselves to pieces because of the explosion of gunpowder.

Lothar instantly gave up the idea of ​​getting a musket instead of a bow and arrow. He could not bear to look at the gradually clear battle situation below: "Freljord will lose if this goes on."

"It's not that you lost, why do you care so much? Do you know these tribes?" Zooey yawned sleepily, "Let's go, it's really boring here."

Lothar watched some horde remnants retreat by taking advantage of the terrain. The Noxian army seemed to have not pursued the victory due to some considerations, but started to clean up the battlefield, and felt a little relieved: "Wait a moment, I want to see who wins in the end. already."

Zooey's eyes rolled, she seemed to see something interesting suddenly, she leaned into Lothar's ear: "Do you want to be a hero again?"

After getting along for so long, Lothar can be considered to know Zoe quite well. As soon as she asked Lothar, she understood what she was thinking: "You want me to help them defeat the Noxians?"

"Want to do it?"

"It's not that I don't want to... But..." Lothar's scalp numbly looked at the red army with a strong sense of suffocation that had just experienced a war, "How could I be able to fight alone?"

"Who told you to really fight with them, that's too uninspired." Zoe bit Lothar's ear, "Listen to me..."

...

Tryndamere hit the ground with a heavy punch, the broadsword limply beside him.

Unwillingness and anger could not be expressed with this punch, he only hated himself for being too weak.

The tribesmen stepped forward, comforted him, and washed the blood from him and the soldiers with hot water.

Tryndamere had already suffered quite a few injuries, some of which were deep to the bone, and his back was even burned beyond recognition by the aftermath of the artillery.

The pharmacists took out hot incense ash and herbs to stop the bleeding and heal his wounds. The pain of applying the medicine was even more painful than when he was directly injured, but Tryndamere did not shout like other warriors. He just groaned a few times, and then thought hard. An opportunity to win.

The Noxians came very early this year. They have attacked the Freljord every year, every year since Tryndamere can remember, but none of Tryndamere's fathers allowed the Noxians to successfully take away their own. land.

But now it's different. Noxus has mastered something called "black powder", which may not be able to break the ice, but its lethality on the battlefield is no worse than that of the ice, and the weapon of the ice can only Used by the Frozen Bloodline, Black Powder is equipped by more than half of Noxian soldiers.

The gap in strength can no longer be made up by honor and passion.

Tryndamere is not afraid of death, he can give everything for the tribe, but he is afraid that even if he sacrifices his life, the tribe still cannot keep it.

"The gods...the three sisters...isn't it really lifeless?" Tryndamere racked his brains to find a way out.

"Tendamere," an old voice called to him.

Tryndamere looked up and saw that it was the chief elder of the tribe.

"Tendamere... The people from the Barbarian Bone tribe sent me a letter just now, saying that they are ready to surrender." The elder said in a solemn tone.

The crowd erupted in exclamation, and Tryndamere pushed the pharmacist away, his eyes widening with anger: "How can they do this! We made an oath! We will fight to the death together to the last person!"

The first elder lamented: "Don't blame them, they have more old people and children than us, and they have no choice."

Tryndamere was silent, his fists clenched tightly.

"Elder Elder..." Another elder walked over with a cane, "I heard that the Noxians never kill those who surrender, or we..."

"Is this what an elder should say!" Tryndamere roared, so loud that he almost tripped the elder.

"Pay attention to your words, don't be rude to the elders." The elder reminded, "We can't persuade Barbarians not to surrender, so now only our tribe is still supporting. Trydamir, how many warriors are we left?"

Tryndamere looked back: "There are more than ninety people who can fight..."

"How many Noxians are left"

"Five hundred less...and they may have reinforcements..." Tryndamere did not hide this almost desperate fact.

The first elder was silent for a long time: "Can you hold on?"

"I can!" Tryndamere beat his heart hard.

"What about the tribe?"

Tryndamere was speechless.

The first elder turned around, leaving a desolate back: "Tonight...you go to the Noxians and surrender..."

When the first elder said this, many clansmen couldn't hold back, and they began to cry. They couldn't keep the honor and land left to them by their ancestors.

Tryndamere clenched his hands with blood. He gritted his teeth and watched the back of the Great Elder leaving. He knew that the Great Elder who made this decision was more unwilling than anyone else, because he was once also one of the warriors who desperately defended the tribe. Zeng and Teda Mir's grandfather and father fought side by side.

"Really... it's coming down..." Tryndamere never imagined such a day would come.

Without saying a word, he asked the pharmacist to wrap him up and started walking outside the tribe.

"Tendamere!" a warrior called to him, "your knife!"

Tryndamere looked back at the large knife he threw on the ground. This knife was made with the unique craftsmanship of their tribe. It is said that their ancestors witnessed the appearance of Ornn forging iron, so they learned how to forge steel to make it extremely sharp and sharp. Iron-like sword, this is the pride of Tryndamere.

But now, the pride lay in the snow, motionless.

"I'm going to surrender." Tryndamere said in a sad and authentic tone, "What weapons do I need to bring to surrender..."

Tryndamere stepped out of the Horde, walking in the direction of the Noxian army like a walking corpse.

"That's fine..." Tryndamere persuaded himself as he walked, "This way the people don't have to die..."

Tryndamere walked slowly, climbing over a small hill and seeing the Noxian camp in the distance.

Tryndamere took a deep breath and was about to continue walking when he heard a child's voice behind him.

"That...actually I can help."

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I would rather die than surrender!

- Tryndamere's Pre-War Proclamation

Chapter two hundred and ninety fifth white beard man

"Why did you come back so soon, Tryndamere?" The elder said in surprise when he saw Tryndamere coming back alone.

"I met a child."

"child"

"He said he could help us repel the Noxian army, and let us wait one night."

"Nonsense! How is this possible!"

"I'd like to trust him once."

There was a faint starlight in Tryndamere's eyes.

...

"I didn't even know you could hypnotize people." Lothar lowered his voice, guarding the little stubborn in front of his chest, and quietly bypassed the back of a Noxian soldier, "That guy named Tryndamere actually believed that I could do it. success."

He stored all his luggage in Zoe's wormhole space, and with a relaxed body, he sneaked into the Noxian military camp very smoothly with the figure of a child and years of hunting experience.

It should be because of the victory just now. The celebratory noise could be heard everywhere in the barracks at this time. Except for the guards standing guard outside, the security inside the barracks was very relaxed, so that Lothar didn't have to worry about being discovered at all. Nor would the Noxians imagine that the Freljord barbarians, who have always been reckless, would even sneak in.

Zoe sat proudly on Lothar's shoulders, her thighs pinched his neck: "Your sister, I am omnipotent in the world! It's too easy to hypnotize a person!"

"Sister, tell me the truth, have you ever used hypnosis on me?"

"No!" Zooey denied.

"Really do not have"

"Uh... no..."

"Why are you hesitating!"

"Absolutely not! How could I hypnotize you and then let you bathe with me and sing, dance and feed me the grapes naked!"

"You still did that!"

Lothar tried his best to keep his voice down to keep himself from being discovered, and noisily sneaked into the depths of the Noxian barracks with Zoe.

The largest tent in the barracks was brightly lit, and two figures could clearly be seen drinking and chatting inside.

"They are the leaders of this Noxian army." Lothar hid behind the tent, avoiding the sight of the guards.

"That's right, the Noxian army will definitely retreat after killing them!" Zoe urged Lothar confidently, "Go quickly!"

"Can it really go so smoothly?" Lothar was very skeptical. Although Zoe's words were not very credible in his heart, Zoe never set her sights on nothing, "I'll believe you for a while."

Lothar reminded Xiao Zhan not to make a sound, then cut a small hole in the tent with a knife, and sneaked in.

As soon as he entered the tent, Lothar smelled an indescribable stench.

"What's this smell..." Lothar subconsciously covered his nose. The smell reminded him of broken goat milk, or the underwear that never washed or changed in Gragas.

Lothar quietly went around to the side of the tent and saw the appearance of the two people who were drinking.

One was a lean young man with fair appearance. Although he was wearing thin armor, judging from his physique, he clearly did not look like a soldier.

The other man was very characteristic, with a white beard all over his face, and he looked quite old. There was a scar on his right eye, and that eyeball had lost its pupil color, so he must be blind.

And beside the white-bearded man was a huge dragon lizard. It looked ferocious and terrifying. It should be the source of the stink of the tent. Its body took up half the space of the tent. Lothar remembered that when he was watching the battlefield during the day, he did see a knight riding a giant dragon lizard taking the lead on the battlefield, killing the tribal warriors even in the front line. Not well placed.

The two of them were sitting at a table, and the young man kept pouring wine and laughing at the white-bearded man, seemingly flattering.

"General, thanks to you for this battle." The young man laughed.

"I'm the Colonel of the Third Artillery!" the white-bearded man corrected.

"Yes yes yes" The young man filled the white-bearded man's glass with wine, "Wait for the army to rest for two days, and I have to trouble you to lead the army to kill all those savages!"

The white-bearded man nibbled at a chicken leg and said vaguely, "It's a small matter, I'm here..."

Neither of them spoke in Freljordan, but Lothar unexpectedly understood it, and wondered what kind of magic Zoe had used.

Lothar looked at the knife in his hand, and then looked at the dragon lizard that was fiercely grabbing chicken legs from the white-bearded man, and suddenly began to want to retreat.

Zoe sneaked onto Lothar's back at this time: "Do you think you can't beat it?"

"The dragon lizard's teeth are about the size of mine, how do you hit it?"

"Then do you want to see what they really look like?"

"The real look"

Zoe took out a blowpipe out of nowhere, blew a bubble, and placed it in front of Lothar.

Through the bubble, Lothar looked at the young man and suddenly heard some voices.

"Hum! It stinks! Is this guy married to a dragon lizard! Such a stinky beast is always with me, and the perfume on my body can't be suppressed." The young man's scolding reached Lothar's ears, but Luo Sa didn't see his mouth talking.

"This is his voice." Lothar felt interesting, but he didn't expect Zoe to be able to spy on other people's hearts.

"Wait... So I can't hide my inner thoughts from Zoe?" Lothar thought.

"That's right." Zooey laughed, "You can secretly think about anything sister~know~dao~"

A drop of cold sweat dripped on Lothar's forehead, and he decided to treat Zooey better in the future, so as not to know when to anger this terrible girl.

With Bubble's help, the young man's thoughts were clearly visible in front of Lothar: "But I'm really lucky, I thought it was bad luck to be assigned to fight the barbarians, but I didn't expect to encounter such a cruel man on the road. Man, help me achieve such a big victory all at once, send him away after the battle, and take all the credit for me when I go back, and I will definitely raise my status in the family in one fell swoop."

"So it's like this..." Losar probably understood what was going on, and looked at the white-bearded man and his dragon lizard through the bubble.

For a moment, Lothar was stunned.

Through the bubble, what Lothar sees is not some tall and mighty man and giant beast.

It was a very short and fluffy little dragon lizard that looked silly and stuck out its tongue all the time.

"Surprise?" Zoe giggled in Lothar's ear. "He's a yordle."

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In most areas, yordles will disguise themselves as humans. There are many ways to disguise. Some yordles rely on magic, some rely on technology, and some even rely on makeup to make fakes look real. Only in the few places where people like Ionia are so close to nature are yordles less likely to disguise themselves.

- "The Day I Chased the Yordle"

Chapter two hundred and ninety-six Klie