Lone Wolf of the Freljord

The tavern owner and the servant looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Judging from the boy's name that Bron could call, the two clearly knew each other, but Bron did not admit it, apparently there was something hidden in it.

What is even more surprising is the tavern owner. He has known Braum for many years. This man has always been extremely friendly and generous. Even if someone provokes Braum in an excessive way, Braum will still use a humorous and humorous way to turn enemies into friends.

This was the first time the tavern owner saw Braum angry.

Lothar looked at Braum's angry back and sighed silently in his heart.

"Boy, this is the legendary Braum." Olaf, the berserker sitting beside Lothar, looked at Braum carefully as soon as he entered the door, "He looks really strong, and his reputation is well-deserved. I really want to talk to him. He's got a fight."

"Don't waste your energy, didn't I tell you earlier, Braum will not fight anyone to the death." Lothar's words dispelled Olaf's thoughts.

"Then I insist on slashing him?" The strong man was in front of him, and Olaf still didn't give up.

"Then he will only defend, and then find opportunities to throw you to the ground and reason with you. Trust me, he will do it, I know him."

"It's boring..." Olaf has also heard some legends about Braum, and he was mentally prepared. "If he beats him and doesn't fight back, how can I die? No wonder he only has a shield, which is really big. , this is the first time I have seen such a large shield."

"That's not a shield," Lothar stood up, "that's a door."

"Ha" Olaf didn't understand.

Glancing at the berserker who was thinking about **** himself, Lothar didn't explain, just put down his glass and walked to the counter where Braum was sitting.

The tavern owner and the servant took out the goat's milk and cream biscuits that had been prepared for Braum and Poros early in the morning from the back kitchen, and placed them on the counter.

The poros happily clustered around the plate with the biscuits, and the little furballs were scrambling to and fro, and a few smaller poros were squeezed out with their feet in the air.

"Hey, hey, little guys, you can't grab it." Braum picked up a biscuit and fed it to the little poros who didn't get the food.

"You still love poros as much as you always have." Lothar sat on the chair beside Braum and said.

"Humph!" Braum's upper lip goatee twitched a few times, ignoring Lothar.

The tavern owner and the servant looked at each other, one of them wanted to catch up with an old friend, and the other wanted to have a few more words with the hero he longed for, but the atmosphere was so awkward right now that no one could speak.

Olaf, the only one who was not affected by the atmosphere, was digging his ears bored at the moment, staring at the table with both feet, seeing the bottom of the jug, and roaring: "Add more wine!"

The servant went to deliver wine to Olaf as if running away, and Lothar said a few words to Braum, but he still turned a deaf ear, just concentrated on drinking goat milk and feeding the little poros carefully. .

"Ah..." Lothar sighed, "Still unwilling to forgive me? Braum."

"Forgive" the tavern owner and the servant pricked up their ears, very curious about what had happened between the broken-arm boy and Bron, only Olaf was completely uninterested and drank to himself.

"Bron doesn't know you." Braum turned away from Lothar.

Everyone was speechless for a while, and it was obvious that Bron had called out Lothar's name just now, and in a blink of an eye, he said that he didn't know him.

Lothar picked up a cookie crumb on the counter, and a young Poro the size of half a fist ran towards Lothar's finger with bright eyes, but was stopped halfway by Braun.

"Come on, little guy, eat here." Braum put the little poro in his palm and fed it cookies.

Lothar was silent for a while, and said, "I went to Demacia again some time ago."

Bloom didn't respond.

Lothar continued, "I tried my best to find Xiao Zhan, but I still couldn't find it."

Bloom didn't respond.

"Should I have told you about the girl named Laxana? The girl who gave Xiao Zhan the Demacian name The Joke. I reunited with her. After a lot, I believe I have found a little bit about Xiao Zhan. There's a clue to the disappearance."

Braum shook his shoulders, turned slightly to the side, and glanced at Lothar secretly.

"Finally willing to listen to me." Lothar thought to himself, and continued to say to Blom, "Although it's still unclear, I'm pretty sure that Xiao Zhan must have been kidnapped by the woman who attacked me. As long as I find her, I will definitely find Xiao Qiang."

Braum didn't speak, just quietly watched the poros feasting on the biscuits.

After a long time, Bron turned around, poked his thick fingers on Lothar's chest, and said, "Bron doesn't believe in you anymore. I delivered Xiao Qian to you out of trust! But you have failed me!"

After scolding angrily, Braum's eyes actually burst into tears: "My little stubborn! My poor little stubborn! It's still so small! It's hurt!"

The people in the tavern were all stunned, and they didn't seem to believe that this famous hero was sobbing like a little girl now.

Lothar looked at Braum guiltily: "I'm really sorry, Braum, I swear, I will definitely get Xiao Qiang back."

Braum stopped sobbing, his beard stood on end, and said angrily, "Do you think I'm angry that you lost Xiao Qiang!"

Losa was stunned: "No...otherwise"

"I'm angry because..." Brown was about to say something, but the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open.

The person who came in was a young man, covered in blood and dressed like a herdsman. He ran to Bron's feet under everyone's astonished eyes, and slumped down weakly: "Bron! Bron!"

Bloom's expression immediately became extremely serious, he squatted down in a hurry, and comforted: "Don't worry, speak slowly, what happened?"

"Everyone!" The young man swallowed his saliva and looked panicked, "Everyone was attacked! It's the Frost Guard!"

Lothar and Olaf looked at each other, and the Berserker slammed the feet on the table to the floor, grinning: "It's the Frost Guard again! These iron cans are really underkill!"

Lothar frowned.

"Take him to find someone to heal." Blom said to the tavern owner, "The Nuotai clan was attacked, tell everyone here, don't go to the foot of the mountain to the north, the Nuotai clan is temporarily stationed there."

Although the boss was a little flustered when he heard the appearance of the Frost Guard, Braum's low voice and tall figure calmed him down: "Yeah! I'll do it right away!"

Braum nodded and said to the poros: "You guys just eat cookies here obediently, and Braum will be back soon!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the huge shield with one hand and ran out of the tavern, followed by Lothar and Olaf. The tavern owner also carried the injured youth quickly and ran out of the tavern to find a doctor.

The boy stared blankly at the tavern that had become deserted in an instant. Only the blood left by the young man on the ground, and the little poros on the counter who were still fighting with the biscuits reminded him of what happened.

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Fights and settlements between tribes take place every day in the Freljord.

The struggle for survival in this extremely cold and bad land has not changed since time immemorial.

But there is one man who believes that the Freljord is a good home for all.

He carried a giant shield and guarded the smiling faces of every Freljord child.

He reminds us all the time that the Freljord are connected by blood.

—Excerpt from the Freljord ballad "Sheep's Head and Shield"

Chapter 96: The Disaster of Nuotai

After Bulong rushed out of the tavern, he was about to run towards the Nuotai clan, but his left hand was pulled.

When Braum looked back, it was Lothar and the strange Berserker following him.

"We can help." Lothar said without any nonsense, "Take us there, so that more people can survive."

Just as Braum wanted to refuse, he suddenly saw the sleeve of Lothar's right arm.

Empty sleeves.

Not so when Braum last saw Lothar years ago.

Bron looked into Lothar's eyes. Although it was only a short time, he still saw the boy's eyes clearly, and his clear eyes were the same as those of many years ago.

"Okay, come with me!" Braum picked up Lothar and let him sit on his shoulders.

"Yo hoo! There's a fight!" Olaf looked quite excited, an enemy like the Frost Guard had a good chance of killing him, "I hope they are strong enough!"

Braum ran with all his strength carrying Lothar, and Olaf followed.

"Is that Notai clan down the mountain, right?" Lothar shouted.

"That's right! At the bottom!" Bloom said.

"This is the mountainside, we can't catch up!"

"Come on!" Braum ran to a large slope, where he saw snow, rocks and trees all below.

Braum put the great shield on the ground and Lothar on the shield.

After understanding what Braum was going to do, Lothar shouted to Olaf: "What are you still doing! Come up!"

"Ha" Olaf was dumbfounded.

A group of three huddled together on the giant shield, with Olaf in the front and Lothar behind him. Braum pushed the back edge of the shield and kicked back hard. The shield slid down the snow slope, and Braum quickly jumped on the shield.

"Hurry up! Don't get thrown!" Braum yelled.

"Wow ah ah!" Olaf, who was "skiing" for the first time in his life, saw nothing at all. He could only watch the speed of the giant shield skateboard getting faster and faster, until everything in front of him became blurred. "I don't want to be thrown to death! I'm useless!"

Braum calmly controlled the direction of the giant shield's sliding with his weight. The hillside was very steep, and several fault shields flew out with people directly, and then landed heavily on the slope.

"Wow, I've never done such a thing in my life!" Olaf's mouth was turned upside down by the wind.

"Don't talk! Be careful to bite your tongue!" Lothar reminded.

"We're almost there!" Braum had already seen the camp of the Naotai clan at the foot of the mountain.

The tutorial from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain took nearly an hour, and it took a few minutes for Braun to arrive.

The shield gradually stopped on the flat ground. Before Olaf could recover from his initial skiing experience, Braum and Lothar pulled him off the shield.

The camp of the Nuotai clan was in sight, but the sight in front of him made Blom's eyes split.

The cars and tents of the camp were caught in a sea of ​​flames, the cries resounded in the sky, and the people of the Nuotai clan fled in all directions, but were slaughtered by the frost guards wearing strange dark armor with magic and swords. There are also dozens.

"Don't be afraid! Braum is here!" Shame and anger flooded Braum's mind in an instant. If he hadn't gone up the mountain to find an old friend for a cup of goat milk, perhaps none of this would have happened.

Braum held a giant shield and rushed forward bravely. Lothar knew that he could not stop him, and shouted: "Olav! You go and help Braum! I'll save people! Help me shout!"

Even without Lothar's words, Olaf had already drawn his axe and let out a deafening roar: "Come here whoever doesn't want to die! Follow this boy with a broken arm! He will take you to a safe place!"

Olaf's voice was very loud, and all the survivors of the Frost Guard and the Nortai clan turned their attention to this side in an instant.

Braum charged forward fiercely, blocking all the arrows and magic that the Frostguard shot at him with his great shield.

"Look!" Braum supported the shield with one hand and hit the inside of the shield with the other hand. The relief of the goat's head on the front of the shield instantly condensed ice crystals, and then turned into a rapid impact ice block, smashing a piece of frost. guard.

"Hahahaha!" Olaf was not to be outdone, he slammed the axe with his right hand, and the terrifying force directly penetrated the chest of a frost guard.

The Frost Guards, armed with bows, arrows and staffs, saw that Olaf was not carrying any protective gear, and arrows and magic began to be thrown at him.

"Come on! Hahahahaha!" Olaf opened his arms and accepted all attacks calmly. Only when he was seriously injured was the battle that made him most happy.

However, one person stood in front of Olaf.

He was about the same size as Olaf, with a huge shield and a square ice crystal barrier spread out on the shield. All the attacks hit Braum's shield without causing any damage to Olaf behind him.

"Stand behind Braum!" Braum raised his shield and pushed forward while carrying the attacks of the Frost Guards.

"Who the **** is going to stand behind you! Don't spoil my good deeds!" Olaf got angry all of a sudden, rushed directly in front of Braum, retrieved the axe from the dead Frost Guard's corpse, and let the arrows and The magic left wounds on his body, and he rushed into the enemy line without any loss of speed.

"My Poro!" Braum shouted worriedly, looking at the wound on Olaf's body, "Don't be so reckless! Get behind Braum!"

But the Berserker's madness would not listen to Braum's words. Olaf was wielding a double axe in a hand-to-hand battle with the Frost Guards. Although Braum and Olaf are powerful, their fighting styles are incompatible. One is always trying to protect the Berserker from harm, while the other is completely dedicated to hacking everywhere, tied to each other and unable to let go Hand and foot fight.

Moreover, the Frost Guards are not weak either. Except for the two people who were unexpectedly solved by Braum and Olaf at the beginning, the remaining Frost Guards quickly formed a formation and used the overwhelming numerical advantage to surround Braum and Olaf. Olaf, all kinds of frost magic emerged in an endless stream, and it was difficult for Braum and Olaf to defeat the formation of the frost guards for a while.

Thanks to Olaf's roar just now, many survivors of the Naotai clan were fleeing in the direction of Lothar. They subconsciously believed that the boy and Bron appeared together, which was worth believing.

"Run up the mountain! There is a tribe on the mountainside!" Lothar shouted to everyone who passed him. "Go there and be safe! Don't look back! Run hard!"

The people of the Naotai clan are very obedient, or in other words, they all trust the people brought by Bulong, and they follow Lothar's words and run to the mountains one by one.

"It should be almost there..." Lothar observed the direction of the battlefield. With Braum and Olaf restraining the Frost Guard, they no longer had time to hunt down the Notai clan, and many of them managed to escape.

Except for one person.

It was a beautiful young woman, and she ran at the end of the survivors, staggering, and every step was extremely difficult.

The most important thing is that she still has a big belly.

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The Naotai clan is a typical nomadic tribe. They will brave the cold and start to migrate every winter to trade with various tribes.

The Nuotai are very hospitable, and they always send songs and dances to the various tribes, so they have a good reputation in the Freljord. But because they always migrate in winter, there are also some tribes who think they are evil emissaries who bring the cold winter and keep them away.

But whatever the purpose, the Naotai clan have always followed their ancient traditions, singing various melodies through the Freljord.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Six: A Chronicle of the Horde

Chapter 97 Pregnant women

"Damn, it's a pregnant woman!" Lothar didn't care too much about the risk that he might be hit by the scurrying arrows and magic. He had to save the pregnant woman.

He had to prove himself to Bloom.

"This way!" Lothar shouted loudly, and rushed towards the pregnant woman. Several icicles and arrows flew past him, but he did not slow down, and the more he hesitated to be hit. The more likely it is.