Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"Don't wait, the opponent I found for you is not her." Lothar smiled mysteriously, "Do you want to...try to challenge the gods?"

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Ashe was drinking mead alone, and there was a map on the table.

The map was presented to Ashe's tribal lands, detailing parts of the Freljord's west coast.

"I'm back!" The cabin door was pushed open, and Lothar ran in with small steps. "It's really cold outside."

Seeing Lothar returning safely, Ashe's heart was relieved: "Olav didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"It's okay." Lothar smiled and squeezed to Ashe's side, "warm me up... I've convinced him that he is willing to work for you, and he won't stop you from entering the village, you can go and talk to Locke tomorrow. The legal person talks about cooperation.”

Ash's eyes widened in surprise: "What did you use to convince him that you succeeded?"

"Kiss me and I'll tell you."

Ashe's lips quickly clicked on Lothar's mouth: "Speak!"

Lothar felt the touch of her lover on her lips, and told her the details of her conversation with Olaf.

"Do you want to die... I didn't expect..." Ashe said with emotion, "Then who is the opponent you're looking for? Do you know such a powerful person?"

"Well...you don't need to know this."

"why?"

"That guy is... troublesome... I don't want to involve you, your energy should be on rebuilding the Avarossa tribe, and leave the rest to me."

"Lothar!" Ashe glared at him, "What am I to you?"

Lothar was stunned: "The future blood alliance."

"Since it is a blood alliance, we should share everything with each other!" Ashe seemed very angry, "Are you only allowed to pay for me and not allow me to do anything for you? What oath is there to make!"

Lothar scratched his head: "But we haven't made an oath yet..."

"If you go on like this, I won't swear with you!" Ashe turned her head to the side.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Lothar hugged Ashe to please, "Thank you, you care about me so much, but I really can't tell you."

"Why?" Ashe couldn't understand

"Because..." Lothar said, "If you know it, it may put you in danger."

"I'm not afraid of danger. We have survived so many dangers. What else can't we face together."

"It's different...this danger...maybe only someone like Olaf is qualified to face...that guy..."

Ashe couldn't understand what Lothar was saying. She wanted to find traces of jokes or bragging in Lothar's eyes, but all she saw was a pair of eyes full of determination.

Firm, yet fearful.

Ashe gently caressed Lothar's ear: "What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of me losing you." Lothar whispered, "I'm more afraid of you losing me. The fewer people who know that guy...the better."

It was only then that Ashe realized that Lothar had more secrets than she thought.

The wolf cubs that no one in this tribe looks down on seems to know too many things.

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Secrets represent not only the truth lurking in the dark, but also the danger lurking behind the truth.

Sometimes, the less you know, the safer you are.

— Noxian saying

Chapter 35 Ningfrost Harbor

Lothar always refused to say who the opponent he was looking for for Olaf was, and Ashe did not continue to press him. She believed that Lothar would never insist on hiding it from her if it was not compelled to do so.

The two tacitly began not to discuss the matter.

"Tomorrow, after I go to talk with Locke, the fleet will set off whether it is successful or not." Ashe took the initiative to change the topic.

Lothar nodded: "Actually, it's a worthwhile trip to recruit Olaf... If he really has the strength to kill the sea worms by himself."

"Olav's true strength will be known after he leaves with us." Ashe looked at the map, "Now what I have to decide is another matter."

"What's up?"

"Frost Harbor." Ashe pointed to the location on the map, "My mother told me that it was the capital of Avarossa a long time ago."

"Really? I always thought the capital was Rakstark."

"Rakstark is the holy city of Avarossa, not the capital, but Frost Harbor." Ashe looked at the territory on the map, "The former Avarossa was one of the largest tribes in the Freljord. One, but it was broken in my generation..."

"So you're trying to rebuild Avarosa right now, aren't you? Bigger than Glenna, or even Avarosa's own tribe."

"I'm not that ambitious..."

"But you want more people to live and work under your rule, which doesn't conflict with ambition."

"Anyway, I plan to announce the official establishment of a new Avarosa tribe at Ningfrost Harbor and become a war mother." Ashe looked at Lothar nervously, "What do you think? Would it be too urgent?"

"Just do what you think," Lothar shrugged. "A ceremony will be held sooner or later anyway. To be honest, I'm more concerned about when we swear."

Ashe thought for a while: "Or... in the Frost Harbor, and do my War Mother ceremony and the blood alliance with you."

Lothar's eyes widened, surprised and happy: "Didn't you say wait until we are adults?"

"I thought about it carefully. It's still a little late to get married when I'm an adult. I'm almost seventeen years old. It stands to reason that I should get married and have children two or three years ago." Ashe stroked her hair and said shyly, "You Do you have an opinion?"

"No no no! I strongly support it!" Lothar was so excited that she started kissing Ashe's face.

"Okay, you lascivious wolf cub." Ashe scolded and pushed Lothar away, "Go to sleep, I have to leave tomorrow. I'll go to sleep after reading the map."

"Good!" Lothar happily hummed a ditty and got into the bed.

Watching Lothar close her eyes, the tenderness in Ashe's eyes slowly turned into worry.

"What the **** are you hiding from me? Lothar."

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The negotiations between Ashe and Locke went well.

The Rockfather did not agree to join Ashe's Avarossa tribe, but the two sides reached a short-term cooperation pact. The Rockfarians will not loot the tribes that have joined Avarosa, and the price the Avarossa tribe needs to pay is to send people to help the Rockfarians to slay the giant monsters on the sea.

Although Locke was not conquered, both Ashe and Lothar felt that this was a good start.

"I'm afraid you Rockfathers have long brains, but the conditions for negotiating a covenant are to ask allies to help hunt and kill." After learning the specific content of the treaty, Lothar laughed at Olaf beside him.

"That's it!" Olaf patted his strong pectoral muscles proudly, and seemed to take Lothar's teasing as a compliment.

The leader of the Rockfathers, Mousas, had no opinion on Olaf going with Ashe. According to Ashe, he seemed to still

Quite happy to finally send the disobedient guy Olaf away.

"Anchor! Sail!" With the order of Ashe, the fleet sailed away from the Rockfa Peninsula in a mighty manner.

The members of the fleet were all from various coastal tribes on the west coast of Freljord. Ashe had no shortage of excellent pilots and sailors, and arrived at Ningfrost Harbor successfully after ten days.

"This is the first time I have come here." Olaf was amazed at the ground under his feet, "A city in a frozen bay, interesting."

Lothar is exploring the city of Ningshuang Harbor. As the former capital of Avarossa, there are quite a few ancient buildings in Ningshuang Harbor, but they have been left unattended for many years, and only passing business travelers will stop here.

"This city is too cold." Lothar shivered. "Anivia must have passed by here when she flew, and maybe she lost a few feathers. No wonder not many people live there."

"This is just convenient for us." Ashe put a blanket on Lothar. She is of ice blood and doesn't feel very cold. "After staying at sea for so long, it's time to rest here."

"When will the ceremony be held?" asked Lothar.

"Just tonight." Ashe took a deep breath, "Make it established early so that my people don't have to worry."

"I want to attend the banquet!" Olaf will not miss any opportunity to eat and drink.

"Xingxingxing, I won't leave you." Lothar and Olaf got along for a while, and also found out the temperament of this fighting madman.

"Also, Lothar." Ashe took Lothar's hand and clasped his fingers. "Tonight... we will swear."

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The fire in the brazier was high, and the long banquet table was made of scrap wood on the deck, filled with all kinds of seafood dishes, and of course the most unforgettable thing - mead.

Olaf scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously. He really wanted to drink, but drinking was not allowed until Ashe's ceremony was over.

In desperation, Olaf had to "fight" with more than a dozen cooked crabs, looking for that little bit of delicious crab meat from their carapaces.

An ice crystal arrow shot into the sky and burst into countless bright ice crystals.

There was a burst of cheers at the banquet, because everyone knew that their leader was about to appear.

Olaf also cheered, because he was finally about to drink.

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Anivia is one of the Freljord native gods, the **** of snow and winter, and the image is an ice crystal phoenix. She is the sister of Ornn the Ram, the **** of fire and forging, and Volibear the Bear, the **** of storm and war. According to legend, Anivia is the guardian of the Freljord, who will bless all the kind creatures above the frozen ground.

The icy winds that fanned her as she flew froze large swathes of the Freljord, and the place where she stood was frozen for miles. Anivia is also an immortal god. According to legend, she has experienced death and rebirth countless times, so Anivia is also a **** worshipped by healers.

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

Chapter 36 Ceremony

Ashe came on the stage, and she stepped onto the high platform, holding the Zhenbing longbow tightly in her hand.

She was still in her usual attire, a simple hooded cape, a tunic dress, and sock boots. The clothes are very thin, showing that she is a powerful ice bloodline.

Ashe's silver hair gleamed in the firelight, and her beautiful face made every boy present blushed and couldn't believe that their leader was such a young and beautiful girl.

Ashe glanced at the audience. She had never been watched by so many people at the same time. Even though she had imagined today's scene many times, she still felt her heart beat faster.

Fortunately, the extreme cold from the bow in her hand pierced her heart. This bow has been with her for a long time, and the pain has not diminished.

But now Ashe is grateful to have this pain, it makes her focus and let go of her thoughts.

Ashe held her breath and pulled the bowstring again. Arrows made of pure cold air began to emerge. The pain pierced through Ashe's arms along with the magic.

When the cold air was about to take away Ashe's consciousness, she exhaled and let go of the bowstring.

This is the most powerful arrow shot by Ashe.

Frostbolt drew an arc above the crowd, focusing on a brazier that was burning in the distance. In an instant, the brazier was completely frozen, and the throbbing flames were surrounded by instantly-generated ice crystals, forming a spectacle of frozen fire.

The crowd burst into cheers again, and people began to pray and praise the three sisters.

Praise Cyrilda.

Praise beautiful Sandra.

More importantly, praise Avarosa, Avarosa reincarnated as Ashe, and the holy bow in her hand.

"My compatriots!" Ashe began to speak loudly, and the audience suddenly became solemn and quiet, "You are all from different tribes! The Red Snow tribe repelled the Noxians from the sea; The catches are too large to count; the Ibrato tribesmen make great furs...and Olaf, the only Rockfar warrior among us, who has killed countless mighty warriors and monsters all by himself!"

After listening to Ashe's praise, Olaf scratched his nose proudly, enjoying the admiration of the people around him.

Ashe looked at the gradually restless crowd: "What I want to say is that each of your tribes has its own strengths and has survived tenaciously in Freljord. Now, you are willing to leave your homeland and follow It is a great honor for me to rebuild Avarosa!"

The audience burst into cheers for the third time, and people said that it was the supreme honor to play for the reincarnation of Avarosa.

Ashe was completely relaxed, and the enthusiasm and voice of the people were louder than she imagined: "The Frost Harbor was the capital of Avarosa, although our destination is the holy city of Lakstark, but it is established here. Starting a new Avarosa tribe is a very meaningful thing! And I, will be your war mother!"

Ashe finally uttered the word "Warmother," which meant that she was going to call herself the mother of everyone in the tribe, and be their war commander, prophet, savior, and mediator.

"Swear allegiance to War Mother Ashe!"

"Long live the mother of war!"

"Avarosa is immortal!"

The atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax. At this moment, these people from different tribes had a common identity - the Avarossa.

"Can you drink?" Olaf saw that everyone else was in a carnival atmosphere, so he took a pot of mead and poured it into his mouth.

Ashe held his long bow high: "Although there is no shaman to preside over the ceremony tonight, I believe that everyone has recognized the identity of my war mother! I swear here! I will definitely lead all Avarossa people to a better tomorrow! Dedication My life, revive Avarossa! Unite the tribes in pursuit of a common home! May the gods bless! May the three sisters bless!"

Ashe looked at the rejoicing people in the audience, retracted his longbow, and clenched his chest: "Everyone! Before you enjoy the food and mead, I have one more thing to announce!"

"It's my turn." Lothar thought to himself, he slowly walked up to the high platform and stood beside Ashe.

"Are you sure we're going to swear in front of so many people?" Lothar, who didn't like to be noticed, suggested in a low voice, "I think it would be nice for just the two of us to have a private ceremony, like you and Sejuani. oath."

"I want everyone to witness this moment." Ashe took Lothar's left hand, and she could already hear the exaggerated roars and wailing of the young boys from the audience, "And... I want to surprise you."

"Surprise" Losar was taken aback.