Lone Wolf of the Freljord

As soon as Lothar got angry, his head became hot, and he rushed directly in front of Wei En. Under the angry gaze of the girl, Lothar grabbed her chest with his left hand and pinched it twice.

"This is when your favor is over!" Lothar laughed smugly, and ran away quickly without looking back.

Wei En felt the residual touch on her breasts, suffering from walking lame, unable to catch up with the **** boy. If eyes could kill, she believed that Lothar could have died tens of thousands of times by now.

Lothar jumped up and down happily and ran back to the team, feeling secretly in his heart: "I told you to ignore me all day, I saved you, and it's not too much to charge some interest."

Lothar was about to jump on the pig's **** of Juvask he had made and lie down comfortably, when he saw an animal spirit walker running towards him quickly on all fours.

"Lothar." Beast Spirit Walker got up from the ground and said, "Warmother Ashe is looking for you."

"Ashe is looking for me." Lothar threw the hunting bag containing the herbs onto the pig's butt, "what's the matter?"

"I don't know, Mother Ashe only gave me an order to call you over." The Beast Spirit Walker replied honestly, "but she seems a little angry."

"Angry, why?" Lothar was at a loss.

Suddenly, there was a loud eagle chirping in the sky.

Lothar's back was instantly covered in cold sweat, and he looked up stiffly into the air.

It was a heralded eagle with blue eyes.

"Are there any idle shamans in the tribe?" Lothar asked suddenly.

The Beast Spirit Walker was stunned for a moment: "It seems... there is..."

Lothar held the Beast Spirit Walker's shoulders with tears in his eyes: "Tell him to help me hold the funeral tonight."

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Ernyuk jerky is made from the meat of Ernyuuk lamb after air-drying. It is popular with many Freljorders because of its simple production method and long shelf life. The dried meat is salty and fragrant. It is very suitable for cooking as the main ingredient or auxiliary ingredient. It is also the easiest food to eat and buy in Freljord.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's "Valloran's Travels: The Freljord Chapter 8: Food in the Snow"

Chapter 80 Attitude

Although no troll tribe was found, Ashe ordered the tribe to keep moving quickly, set up camp only after the sun had completely set, and set off immediately before dawn.

This trip lasted for more than a week, and most people in the tribe, especially the furnace households who were not physically strong, showed signs of fatigue.

"I once thought that when I became a war mother, I would help the furnace households as much as possible." Ashe couldn't bear to look at the heavy furnace households in the team, "I didn't expect that I still couldn't do anything."

The jar on Lothar's head was a size bigger, and his body was shaky. After more than a week, he had gotten used to the weight of the original jar, and regarded it as exercising his physique and balance. As a result, he touched Vayne's chest with an itchy hand for a while, and was discovered by Ashe. Although Ashe finally calmed down after a lot of coaxing, Lothar still got a heavier jar on his head.

He put his arms around Ashe's shoulders: "You've done enough. If the mother of war is replaced by the girl of Glenna or Sejuani, she may choose to keep some furnaces as bait to feed the trolls."

Ashe said angrily: "They are not so ruthless!"

"Just kidding, just kidding." Lothar gently pressed Ashe's head on his shoulder, and said with a sense of disappointment, "Freljord is just like this, he is very fond of Iceborn, people with extraordinary abilities, ordinary people. It’s not bad to be able to rely on the strong to survive.”

"Lothar..." Ashe hugged her husband's waist.

"I'm fine." Lothar smiled, "Ordinary people can live well, like me, don't they even marry a beautiful and powerful war mother as a wife?"

Ashe was still a little worried about her lover, but she didn't know what to say to comfort her.

Furnace households are very weak, so weak that without the help of iceborn, shaman and others, they cannot even do the most basic survival.

"What happened to that girl?" Ashe changed the subject.

"Wayne? She's still recovering." When Ashe mentioned Vayne, Lothar felt a little guilty, "but she's almost recovered."

"Actually..." Ashe wanted to say something, but didn't say it.

"What is it?"

"I..." Ashe thought for a while, "I didn't think so at first, but after these few days, I think that girl's eyes are getting colder and colder."

Lothar also felt this way, not only for him, Vayne seemed to have that kind of gaze towards everyone.

"Don't worry, I will take care of her." Lothar comforted, "If she wants to do something bad for Avarosa, I will solve her as soon as possible."

"It's good to be vigilant." Ashe said, "But it can't be too much. If you have to beware of outsiders everywhere, Avarossa, a tribe that gathers many clans, can't be established."

Lothar raised his eyebrows: "You made me treat Vayne a little better"

"Naturally it's not for you to flirt with her." Ashe tapped Lothar on the head, "I mean, that girl has always treated us badly, maybe because we didn't treat her the right way. A friend is always better than an enemy."

Rosa thoughtful.

After separating from Ashe, Lothar walked back to Juvask where he was riding, only to find that Vayne was not on the pig's back.

"Vayne" Lothar called out Vayne's name, but didn't respond.

Walking around Juvask, Lothar found two rows of footprints, leading straight to a small wood not far away.

"What is she doing?" Lothar followed the footprints into the forest, and soon found the black-haired girl, who stood out in the snow like a star in the dark night.

Vayne is chopping down trees.

To be precise, cutting branches.

She was holding a rusted hatchet, the blade had been rolled so badly that it was basically unusable, and it was unknown which woodcutter in the tribe threw it and asked Vayne to pick it up.

"What are you doing?" Lothar asked the girl leaning on a small tree.

Vayne did not respond to Lothar. Since she was forcibly attacked by Lothar on the chest last time, her attitude towards Lothar has dropped a thousand feet. Although the regular dressing changes twice a day are very cooperative, she has never been with Lothar again. Said a word.

"I know if you don't tell me." Lothar touched his chin and watched Vayne picking straight branches of the same thickness, "Are you trying to make bows and arrows?"

Wei En sneered: "If you don't return my things to me, I will always have to do some self-defense with weapons."

"You're finally willing to talk to me." Lothar said, "Isn't it safe in Avarosa? You don't need to fight, who are you defending?"

"To prevent you." Vayne said without hesitation, then turned her back and cut down the branches with the scrapped hatchet.

The heavy jar above Lothar's head reminded him of what he had done, and he sighed helplessly: "Are you going to use that hatchet to sharpen the branches? I guess you won't be able to cut two or three branches in a week."

Vayne turned a deaf ear and continued to pick the branches.

"The girl's attitude towards us has always been bad, maybe because the way we treated her was not right." Ashe's words echoed in Lothar's ear.

He turned away.

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the next day.

Wei En woke up early in the morning, she felt in good spirits, the wounds on her body were basically out of the way, and it was a little itchy, indicating that they healed smoothly.

"Although that stinky boy is annoying, his medical skills are still good." Wei En had to admit it in her heart, but she would never say this idea.

The bundle of twigs that she had cut down for a long time yesterday is now lying at her feet. After closing the tent, she will try to grind out a few wooden arrows before the team sets off.

The only tool Wei En had was the rolling-blade hatchet, which was very awkward to cut. After fiddling for a long time, not a single sharp branch was cut out, but two were broken.

Vayne was not discouraged and continued to work hard.

"Yo." Vayne's annoying voice came from behind her.

Wei En turned his head and looked at Lothar coldly. He still had the jar on his head that he didn't know what to do, and hid one hand behind him, looking at her with a smile.

"Good morning." Lothar probed and saw what was in Vayne's hand, "Are you really grinding arrows? Stop grinding, you can't even grind a single one of those branches if you break them."

Vayne snorted coldly and ignored Lothar.

Lothar shook his head and walked around in front of Vayne, squatting down and looking at Vayne.

"Don't get in the way." The more Vayne looked at Lothar's face, the more angry she became, and she scolded him to go away.

"I'm an eyesore, so it's not an eyesore, right?" Lothar smiled and stretched out his hand, Vayne was very familiar with the thing hidden behind her.

her hand crossbow.

Wei En's beautiful eyes widened, and she quickly reached out her hand, trying to take it away.

Naturally, Lothar wouldn't let her succeed, and as soon as she raised her hand, Vayne couldn't reach it.

"Do you want it?" Lothar put down her hand gently, and Vayne wanted to **** it again, but Lothar still failed to let her succeed.

Vayne was about to explode with anger, and she made no secret of the anger in her eyes.

Lothar thought it was a little funny, a bit like teasing a little wild cat with wolf tail grass, but he didn't continue to play, and he didn't want to completely **** off Vayne.

"I can give it to you, but there are conditions." Rosa smiled.

Wei En calmed down the mood of killing Lothar, and said coldly, "Speak."

"You're going to hunt." Lothar's answer surprised Vayne. "You have to go hunting with the hunter team every day, and then hunt at least two pieces of prey by yourself every day and hand it over to the tribe."

Wei Enjian frowned slightly, this condition was much simpler than she thought: "This is it"

"That's it." Lothar nodded.

"What kind of prey to hunt?" To be on the safe side, Vayne still planned to ask in detail, lest this nasty boy set her up.

"Eatable prey will do, but the smallest must be the size of a snow mouse."

"Can't hunt"

"If you can't hunt, you won't have anything to eat." Lothar blinked, "You have eaten free food for so many days, and the chef has a great opinion of you. Food is very precious in the Freljord. "

Wei En pondered for a moment, she has recovered to a slack now, and hunting shouldn't be a big problem.

"Okay, I agree." Vayne stretched out her hand and motioned for Lothar to give her the crossbow.

Lothar was also very refreshing, and handed the crossbow back to her directly.

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The invincible in the world is feared by people.

Those who have an open heart are respected by others.

— Ionian sayings

Chapter 81 The Weak

After the long-lost touch, Wei En's face couldn't help showing a hint of joy. She carefully inspected the various parts of the crossbow, trying to clean up the ice **** stuck in the mechanism, but found that they had been cleaned up, and some parts were still Brand-new. .

"You don't need to thank me." Seeing the look of surprise on Vayne's face, Lothar said proudly, "I built an earthen stove last night and simply made some parts, and replaced the broken parts. Polished, but it should be ready to use in a short time."

"You repaired it." Wei En looked at the boy in surprise, wondering why this barbarian knew how to repair crossbows.

"It's surprising that I started playing with crossbows when I was ten years old." Lothar didn't introduce it in detail, and took out four small arrows that belonged to Wei En from his pocket, "I only give so much for the time being, I will give it to you. For hunting, okay?"

Wei En frowned: "Too little."

"Be content, enough for hunting." Lothar shoved the arrow into Vayne's hand, stood up, and planned to clean up his tent, "Use the crossbow first, and then tell me if it breaks, let me think about it. Method."

Vayne stared blankly at the back of Lothar leaving, still having a lot of questions in her heart.

"Anyway, the weapon is finally back." Wei En looked down at the hand crossbow. Each of the newly replaced parts on it was very delicate. If it weren't for the traces of polishing, she wouldn't even be able to see that it was only a spent Something hurried out at night.

"It's pretty awesome..." Vayne's opinion of Lothar, the barbarian boy, changed slightly.

She brought the crossbow close to her right forearm, pulled the buckle, and held it firmly. Then fill in the small arrows one by one.

Click.

With the sound of the machine expansion, the arrow has been loaded and can be fired at any time.

Wei En breathed a sigh of relief. After many days, she finally had a weapon again.

She felt very at ease.

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After returning the crossbow to Vayne, her attitude towards Lothar and everyone has changed a lot.

Vayne is no longer cold to anyone. Although she still pretends that she doesn't know Freljord, she can at least communicate with gestures and expressions.

As for her attitude towards Lothar, she is no longer so hostile, but apart from the daily routine of taking medicine, whenever Lothar gets within three steps of her, she will not hesitate to point her hand crossbow at Lothar, needless to say she knows it is What do you mean, Lothar can only smile embarrassingly.

"What Ashe said really makes sense. Once she got the weapon, her temper improved a lot." Lothar felt that she had learned a little how to treat people.

"One more enemy is worse than one more friend." Lothar remembered this sentence.

The sun was about to set, and the tribe was going to make a fire to rest. Lothar took the opportunity to invite Vayne to go hunting with him and practice hands. Vayne was in a good mood and agreed directly.

"Let me see your level." Lothar copied his hands, waiting for Vayne to shoot.

Wei En was walking in front alone. The early spring had passed, and the animals on the snowy mountain became active. Soon Wei En found a white falcon.

Wei En aimed the crossbow at the white falcon, and shot it out without even aiming.

Lothar's eyes lit up. Few hunters could shoot directly without aiming. This usually required a long accumulation of shooting experience. Even the most experienced hunter in the tribe would have a hard time doing it if they didn't feel good. Lothar could do the same before breaking his hand. I didn't expect Wayne to master such a technique at a young age.