Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"Glena! You've gone mad!"

"I'm not crazy! It's a revelation from God! Can't you see it!"

Ashe had just walked to the door of the house, when she heard a fierce quarrel coming from her mother's tent.

Ashe shuddered, she quietly approached the tent, and eavesdropped on what was happening inside.

"It's Aunt Heerno!" Ashe heard who was arguing with her mother. In fact, she was the only one in the clan who was qualified to quarrel with Glenna, the mother of war.

"Glena, I beg you, do you know what our tribe has become in order to pursue the ethereal throne of Avarossa!" Heerno's voice became louder and louder.

"As long as you find it, all sacrifices are worth it, I have made up my mind, you don't need to say anything." Glenna seemed impatient.

Ashe was a little overwhelmed. She wanted to rush in to stop the quarrel between her mother and her aunt, but she knew that she would not be able to get in the slightest.

"What should I do?" Ashe clenched her chest.

"Hey!" A hand clapped Ashe's back.

Ashe jumped up in shock and turned back in shock.

It was Lothar, in a thick fur coat and carrying a bundle of venison.

"Lothar! What are you doing!"

Lothar proudly showed Ashe the venison in his hand: "I can't finish it all by myself."

Before Ashe could say anything, Glenna's majestic voice suddenly came from the tent.

"Who!"

Lothar probed behind Ashe curiously: "Is Warmother Glenna calling us?"

Ashe punched Lothar's chest hard: "You killed him!"

Lothar doesn't know why.

Ashe took a deep breath, opened the curtain, and tried to make her voice sound as innocent as possible: "It's me, Mom, Aunt Heerno."

Heerno was a tall and strong woman like Glenna, and they looked at each other and stopped arguing.

"Ashe" Glenna frowned, "I remember that I let you go to sleep."

"I went to sleep..."

"She went to my house for soup." Lothar followed Ashe in.

Ashe wanted to strangle Lothar to death.

"Drink soup" Glenna looked at Lothar, "What soup?"

"White venison soup with pyracantha root." Lothar raised the venison in his hand showing off, "I just hunted it during the day, it's very delicious."

Heerno didn't quarrel with Glenna anymore. She smiled and said to Lothar: "You wolf cub, how can you catch prey every week, many iceborn can't do it."

Lothar pursed his lips disdainfully: "Hunting is not something you can do with great strength and not afraid of the cold. I can distinguish the feces of all the animals on the mountain, can they?"

After Ashe heard this, she silently stood a little further away from Lothar.

Glenna didn't pay too much attention to Lothar, she just glanced at the venison in his hand, and said to Ashe, "I've had the soup too, hurry up and go to bed, Aunt Heerno will also home."

Haiernuo's face sank: "Glena, what we are going to talk about is not over yet!"

"There's nothing to talk about." Glenna looked at the map on the table, "Hernuo, take the wolf cub out. Although he is not of the ice bloodline, he can become a good hunter with a little more training."

Lothar raised his chest: "Warmother Glenna, I don't want to be a hunter."

Glenna looked at Lothar: "Then what do you want to be?"

Ash had a bad feeling about it.

"I want to be Ashe's blood alliance!" Lothar said confidently.

Ashe now just wants to dig a snow hole to bury herself in.

Heerno opened his mouth in surprise, and Glenna raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"You know what you're talking about, wolf cub." Glenna's voice became oppressive.

"of course I know."

"Are you Frozen Bloodline?"

"no."

"Then what qualifications do you have to become my daughter's blood alliance!" Glenna roared and stood up, like a female bear protecting her calf.

Lothar was not frightened: "There is no rule that the blood alliance of the War Mother must be the bloodline of ice."

Ashe looked at Glenna and Lothar, who were facing tit-for-tat, one was the highest-ranking war mother in their tribe, and the other was a fatherless boy who was raised by wild wolves.

"Who gave him the courage to rebel against his mother?" Ash was puzzled, "Could it be that he really likes me?"

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In the Freljord, the most solemn and solemn ceremony is to make blood alliances, and it usually takes a long process to establish, including sacrifices, debates, banquets and so on. The two parties can form a relationship such as brother, sister, or partner. And the most important of them is the blood alliance oath. The two who signed the blood alliance oath will become husband and wife, stay together for a lifetime, and never separate.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter 1: The Making of Society

Chapter 3 Frozen Bloodline

Even Heerno, who admires Lothar on weekdays, feels that Lothar is a little overstepped: "Lothar, Ashe will become a war mother in the future, and it is impossible for her to fight for her if it is not the blood of ice."

Lothar shook his head: "I'm no worse than Bingbing's bloodline."

Ashe was shocked, this sentence was definitely offensive to her mother.

Glenna took the Axe from her hand and threw it sharply at Lothar.

"Don't!" Ashe hurriedly stopped, but the handle of the axe had already been released, and the power of the Axe of True Ice created a cold wave.

Boom!

The axe was stuck on the wooden post beside Lothar's head.

Lothar didn't dodge, he just looked into Glenna's eyes silently.

"You say it again, what you just said." Glenna's eyes were extremely cold.

True Ice Axe was overflowing with cold air, and just by staying beside Lothar, frost condensed on his hair.

Lothar said nothing. He silently put the venison on the table beside him, bowed to Glenna, and walked out of the tent.

Heerno breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't want to see Lothar, a promising child, lose his life on impulse.

Ashe was also relieved, she didn't want Lothar to die because of herself.

"Humph!" Glenna snorted coldly, "A wolf cub wants to covet my daughter, and he should have kept him in the wolf's den and not brought him back."

The Lothar incident was just an episode. Heerno remembered whether she had come to see Glenna tonight: "Grannah, I repeat, the tribe can no longer sustain such frequent migrations."

Glenna curled her lips impatiently, just as she was about to say something, she suddenly heard a sound from outside the tent.

"Everyone!!!!! Wake up!!!!! I Lothar!!!!! I will be Ashe's blood alliance in the future!!!!!"

"Everyone!!!!! Wake up!!!!! I Lothar!!!!! I will be Ashe's blood alliance in the future!!!!!"

"Everyone!!!!! Wake up!!!!! I Lothar!!!!! I will be Ashe's blood alliance in the future!!!!!"

There was dead silence in the tent.

Ash's face turned as red as a persimmon, and she hurried to Glenna's table: "Mom! Lothar is crazy! I'll stop him now! Don't kill him!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Glenna suddenly burst into laughter.

"Alas" Ashe was stunned, she didn't know what her mother meant.

"Haiernuo, that wolf cub said he was no worse than Frost's bloodline, he meant courage, hahahaha!" Glenna grabbed Ashe's hand and said sternly, "Daughter, I admit that the wolf cub is a bit timid, I won't kill him, but you must never have feelings for him, he's just a warm-blooded person, not worthy of being your blood ally."

Ashe was startled, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Mom, you misunderstood, I didn't like him..."

"Okay, okay." Glenna patted Ashe's cheek, "Go and let that wolf cub calm down for a while, don't let him wake up the whole tribe, everyone will be out of energy tomorrow."

Ashe just remembered that if the entire tribe heard Lothar's declaration, she would be embarrassed tomorrow.

Ashe hurriedly ran out of the tent to catch the wolf cub who was roaring wildly.

"Young man, it's better to toss a little more." Glenna smiled and looked at Ashe's back.

"Glena, their matter is settled, ours is not yet." Heerno clapped his hands on the table, "Stop the migration immediately, sister."

Glenna sighed: "Sister, why are you more annoying than that wolf cub?"

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It took Ashe a long time to catch up with Lothar.

Lothar is not of an ice bloodline, so he is naturally not as fast as Ashe in running, but Lothar fled left and right in every corner of the tribe, as hard to catch as a nimble snow rabbit.

Ashe threw himself on Lothar and pressed him into the snow: "You're crazy!"

Lothar ate a mouthful of snow and was speechless.

Ashe helped Lothar up and patted the snow off his face.

"I'm not crazy!" Lothar ran for too long in Feng Xue, and his entire face was frozen into purple, "I said that if I want to be your blood alliance, I will definitely do it!"

Ashe was angry and funny: "Aren't you afraid that my mother will kill you?"

"Fear!" Lothar didn't lie, "but I'm even more afraid of being kicked out of the clan one day."

"Who said that if you are not my blood alliance, you will be expelled?"

"Nobody ever said that."

"Then you work so hard!"

"Because I do like you too." Rosa said earnestly.

Ash was speechless for a moment.

After a long time, Ashe sighed, she smiled and rubbed Lothar's frozen face with her palm: "Don't think about it, I'll take you back to sleep."

Lothar grumbled and stood up: "Why did I yell so loudly that no one came out, is the wind too loud?"

Ashe took Lothar's hand and led him home.

Although through the gloves that Lothar was wearing, Ashe seemed to feel the temperature of his palms.

…

It seems that Lothar's roar did not reach the ears of anyone in the tribe. The tribe woke up as usual the next day, and people began to prepare for the next place.

Lothar gave a big yawn and walked out of his small tent, rubbing his eyes.

Even though it was already early morning, the sky had no sign of turning brighter.

"Winter is coming again." Lothar cheered for himself, "I have to make it through this year, don't let me die."

After putting on thick warm clothes, he began to dismantle the tent and put all his belongings in a bag.

"Go and see Ashe." Lothar carried the heavy backpack. "Maybe she suddenly fell in love with me after thinking about it all night?"

With optimistic thoughts, Lothar whistled towards the War Mother's tent.

Ashe was standing outside the tent, chatting happily with a man.

Ashe is still wearing thin clothes as always. She is of ice blood, not afraid of the cold, and her beautiful arms are exposed. Lothar remembers that it was these arms that led him home at night.

Lothar, the man Ashe spoke with, knew him as Marukolo, a frost priest.

Lothar doesn't like the Frost Priest, because the deer skull ornaments and staff that the Frost Priest wears are very oozing.

But Lothar disliked Marukolo even more because he was taller than Lothar and was very close to Ashe.

Lothar straightened his back and walked towards the two: "Aich!"

Ashe was shocked, and quickly turned his head away.

Marukolo saw Lothar and showed a friendly smile: "Hello, wolf child."

Lothar did not respond to Marukolo's kindness. Marukolo looked young and handsome. It was said that his naming day was on the same day as Ashe, which made Lothar even more upset.

"Ashe, what are you thinking about? Let me be your blood alliance." Lothar asked Ashe without hesitation from the surprised eyes of the people around him.

Ashe looked at Lothar angrily: "What are you crazy! Didn't you say it's impossible for the two of us?"

"Really? I don't have a good memory, so I forgot." Lothar said indifferently.