Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Marukolo stared straight into Ashe's eyes: "I will take the furnaces home, so do you."

Ashe's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words again.

"Aishie, come back with me, I don't want... I don't want..." Marukolo seemed to have touched the wound when he spoke, he took a deep breath and slowed down his breathing, "Don't give your life to Glenna's Crazy funeral."

Ashe didn't speak. She looked at the mountain top in the distance. The place where her mother was going was surrounded by clouds and mist, covered with snow and ice that stretched for thousands of miles.

"I want to go back with you, Marukolo." Ashe whispered, "but I can't leave my mother behind."

"Aishe!" Marukolo shouted anxiously, but accidentally touched the wound, and then coughed violently.

"Sorry, Marukolo." Ashe unloaded his luggage, "Lothar went hunting, he should be back before dark, the contents in this bag are all his belongings, you must hand them over give him."

Marukolo bowed his head deeply.

"Ashe! Go!" Iru shouted to Ashe.

"Come on!" Ashe responded, looking at Marukolo before leaving, "Take care."

Ashe stepped across the frosty grass and headed in the direction of her mother.

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The mountain that Glenna is going to climb is very high, and Ashe has never climbed such a high mountain in her life, let alone in this season when winter is coming.

The ice bloodline is not afraid of cold, but it also has limits.

Three days after leaving the mountainside, the thin air and terrifying low temperature on the mountain made many ice bloods retreat.

Glenna didn't force them to keep climbing, and Ashe felt like her mother didn't care about anything but what was on the top of the mountain now.

But Glenna's five blood alliances and Ashe's five sworn fathers all chose to stay. They had made a blood oath with Glenna to stay by her side no matter what.

Ashe didn't go back either. Although she was still young and her ability to withstand the cold was immature, she couldn't abandon her mother.

The scenery on the mountain is the same, and the snow and the wind seem to be the only things left here. Ashe hid behind Iru with difficulty and moved forward. She began to regret why she was wearing such a thin dress. Maybe it would be easier if she brought a few pieces of fur.

After several days and nights of trekking, Glenna finally chose to stop to make a fire and rest, on the grounds that she wanted to check the map.

Starting a fire on a high mountain was difficult, and it took Ashe and her five sworn fathers a long time to figure it out, sitting around the fire while Glenna checked her map over and over.

"Here, child." Iru brought a bowl of hot food to Ashe.

"Don't we have more food?" Ashe took the bowl and found that the pot had bottomed out, and the sworn fathers were empty-handed, obviously not planning to eat.

Iru patted Ashe's head lovingly: "You just have to eat enough, we are strong and not hungry."

Knowing that she couldn't persuade them, Ashe sighed and walked to Glenna with the bowl in her hand: "Mom, eat something."

Glenna didn't answer, she just murmured: "Why don't the stars match the map..."

"Mom, can you hear me?"

Glenna kept checking back and forth between the map and the starry sky. Ashe also looked at the starry sky, but she didn't see anything. The heavy snow covered many stars. Ashe couldn't know what her mother saw in the misty starry sky. what.

Ashe gently combed her messy hair for Glenna, she no longer wanted to blame her mother for her stubbornness, she just wanted to be by her side.

"Be careful! Someone is coming!" Iru shouted in a low voice, and for a while everyone raised their weapons and looked in the direction Iru pointed.

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The Freljord is a mountainous region with complex mountain ranges and no paved roads. So in the Freljord, going through a lot of mountains and glaciers every time you travel to another place is a risky gamble, even for ice blood.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter 3: The Natural Environment

Chapter 10 Delacron

The visitor was a furry fellow, covered in fur, with no bare skin.

"Wait!" Ashe put the bowl on the snow and said to her sworn fathers, "It's a man!"

The furry man walked slowly towards them in the snow, and Ashe approached him suspiciously.

"Ashe!" Iru said anxiously.

"It's alright." Ashe slowly leaned in front of the passers-by.

The man was carrying a rope in his hand and tied many small animals, rabbits, snow eagles, and even the rare grey-feathered ferret.

"Yo! Ashe!" The furry man made Ashe's familiar voice, "the promised meat is here."

"Lothar" Ashe felt a moment of surprise, but it was immediately replaced by anger, "What are you doing! Do you want to die!"

Lothar shoved the prey into Ashe's arms, trotted to the fire, tore off the fur on his head, and said cheerfully, "Suffocating me, this ghost place is really cold and scary."

Ashe's sworn fathers looked at each other, of course they knew the wolf cub in this tribe, but they didn't expect him to catch up.

Ashe threw the prey to the fire angrily, grabbed Lothar by the collar, and asked, "Why didn't you follow Marukolo down the mountain when you came?"

"Why do you want to go down the mountain?" Losar wondered.

"You! You will freeze to death!"

"No, isn't this a fire, and there is food to eat, it can't die." Lothar said very optimistically.

Ashe was completely speechless. She stared at Lothar's face in a daze. Although Lothar said it lightly, he was not the bloodline of ice. Lothar's eyes were red and swollen, her lips were purple, and her eyebrows and eyelashes were frozen and glued together.

Ashe looked at the prey he threw on the ground again. Several of them have been frozen into ice sculptures, but each of them is not small. It is very difficult to catch such quantity and quality of prey in this season.

Ashe picked up the bowl and brought it to Lothar: "Eat."

"I do not…"

"Eat!" Ashe's eyes were red, "I'll kick you down the mountain if you don't eat!"

Lothar seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly took the bowl and devoured the food in the bowl.

"Iru..." Ashe handed the prey to Iru, "It's all boiled, you should all be hungry."

Iru glanced at the others: "But..."

"It doesn't seem like it doesn't look like it, 呲呲呲!" With a mouth full of food, Lothar said vaguely, "I'll grab it after I'm done..."

Iru looked at Lothar's appearance a little funny: "You little wolf cub, not from the blood of the ice, why do you still have such a great ability to catch prey on the snowy mountains?"

Lothar chewed the food cleanly and swallowed: "Don't compare me to you, I was studying the habits and nest distribution of each animal when you were fighting, let alone here, I am all over the higher mountains. Can hit the prey."

"Okay! You're amazing!" Iru gave Lothar a thumbs up, and then said to Ashe with a smile, "Ashe, I think the wolf cub is pretty good, barely qualified to be your blood alliance."

"Iru!" Ashe grabbed a handful of snow and threw it on Iru's face, and the white-bearded old man accompanied the other four men to cook the meat with laughter.

Ashe sighed helplessly, and found that Lothar was looking at him with a wicked smile, and immediately hugged himself vigilantly: "Don't have any bad thoughts, I don't agree."

"Cut..." Lothar finished the bowl in disappointment and began to lick the residual soup at the bottom of the bowl. Everyone in the Freljord knew that people who waste food are idiots.

Ashe glanced at Glenna, who didn't seem to care about Lothar's arrival, still looking at the map intently.

"How did you catch up with us?" Ashe asked Lothar sitting on the snow, clasping her knees with her hands, "we walked for days and nights without sleep, how about you?"

"Like you." Lothar licked the oil from his lips, "I asked the frost priest to enchant me a little bit so I could go faster. And I brought some bitter tree branches to chew on. Get up refreshed."

"Then how did you find that our snowy days should not leave footprints."

"Only a rookie hunter can find a target with footprints." Lothar smiled smugly.

"Don't give a shit!" Ashe patted Lothar on the shoulder.

"I know that your destination is the top of the mountain, and in order not to let the Ice Son catch up, you will definitely choose the shortest way." Losar nodded his head, "Five points of speculation, three points of experience, plus two points of luck, Didn't this find you?"

Ashe was even more angry: "Luck, you came up so impulsive, what if you didn't find us?"

Lothar stared blankly at Ashe's angry look: "Don't you know what's on the mountain, are you still going up the mountain with your mother-in-law Glenna?"

"This...this is different!"

"Where is the difference"

"She's my mother, so of course I'll follow her!"

"You are the person I like, and I will naturally follow you."

Ash was speechless.

Her sworn fathers pointed their ears and listened to the conversation between the two, and nodded secretly at Lothar.

"Idiot..." Ashe cursed at Lothar, buried her head in her knees, and never looked at him again.

Lothar quietly washed the bowl with snow, patted the snow residue on his buttocks, and said to Ashe's sworn fathers, "How's the cooking, do you need spices? I brought some..."

Before Lothar could finish speaking, an ominous movement followed the wind.

Everyone, including Lothar and Glenna, looked in the same direction at the same time.

In the snow, the oppressive shadows gradually emerged, and they were even deeper than the night itself.

Everyone felt an unprecedented cold, not the bone-chilling coldness of the Freljord itself, but a kind of despair that seemed to devour the whole person.

Gradually, the shadows revealed their true colors.

a cavalry.

The riders, fully armed, rode cold-blooded horses with two horns, sharp spears held high. Although there were a large number of riders, they were unusually quiet, neither human nor horse made a single sound, and the pitch-black cold air enveloped them, like a dead silence that brought death.

Their leader held an iron axe, his body was covered in pitch-black armor, and his crotch was a ferocious horned beast. His helmet is shaped like a bull's horns, with a one-eyed totem engraved in the center, declaring his identity.

"It's Delacron!" Ashe exclaimed, she ran to Glenna's side, "Mom, go!"

Glenna quickly put away the map, glanced at Lothar quickly, and then set her eyes on her blood allies: "Are you ready to die in battle?"

The five blood alliances put on their armor, clenched their weapons, and said in unison, "We will fight to the death!"

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There are many tribes in the Freljord, and the most influential tribe is the "Frost Guard", whose totem is a one-eyed. Their tribe seems to hide many secrets, I have tried many times and failed to infiltrate them, and can only write through the descriptions of other tribes.

The frost guards claim to serve Lissandra, one of the legendary three sisters. Among them, there are many frost priests, distributed in various tribes of the Freljord, doing free prophecy, healing and other activities for them. But their motives remain unclear, as if they had nothing to do but spread Lissandra's faith.

According to legend, the Frost Guards also raised several groups of powerful warriors. It is said that they are led by the most powerful Frost Priest. The Frost Priest leader who leads the cavalry is called Drakron, and everything about them is even more. The mystery is heavy. But the descriptions of the Drakron by the tribes I visited remained the same—their presence, if not for Lissandra's oracle, would surely bring death.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's "Valloran's Travels: The Freljord Chapter 6: The Chronicles of the Ministry"

Chapter 11 After the Break

"Lothar! Come with us!" Ashe was dragged by Glenna's hand to escape, and the girl turned back and shouted to the wolf cub.

Lothar didn't hesitate, put on the leather cap, and followed closely behind Ashe.

Glenna's five blood allies escorted them, but Drakron's cavalry was too fast for them to outrun.

"There must be someone to break the queen!" Iru yelled, waving his two True Ice Warhammers, "I'll delay them!"

"No!" Ashe wanted to stop Iru, but Glenna pulled her away forcefully and headed up the mountain without looking back.

Iru stayed where he was, facing Drakron, who was engulfed in a dead silence.

"I'm Iru... I'm the Hammer of Ten Thousand Forces..." Iru held the warhammer high and charged towards the cavalry with a grin.

He was no longer a kind and amiable old man, he was a warrior.

The gust of wind from the Zhenbing weapon made the charge of the cavalry regiment stagnate, but it was only a stagnation.

The leader of Drakron in heavy armor came with his battle axe. The one-eyed totem on the helmet watched Iru, and Iru's high fighting spirit and determination to die cooled down like a heavy snowfall. .

When the cavalry charged in front of Iru, Iru heard the sound—the howl of the horses, the vibration of the armor, and the lingering sound of stepping on the snow. Only then did Iru realize that the cavalry did not make a sound, but their dark magic brought deathly silence.

呲!

The battle axe cut through Iru's chest mercilessly, and the blood was dyed dark by the pitch-black cold air.

Iru murmured, he wanted to look back at the fleeing Ashe and the others, but it was too late. The war horses trampled over his body one by one, his bones were smashed all over his body, and he fell deeply into the snow. among.

"No!" Ash screamed in pain.

Glenna took Ashe away quickly, and Lothar still had the magic left by Marukolo, barely able to keep up with the speed of the Frozen Bloodlines.

"Iru couldn't slow them down, someone must pass!" Glenna looked ahead, "There's an ice bridge ahead! We'll be safe there!"

"Lawn! Grimshaw! Hold 'em!" Ashe wiped her tears and ordered her two sworn fathers.

She knew it was for them to die, but she had no choice.

Her mother's life is the most important, if the war mother dies, then the Avarossa tribe will also exist in name only.

The two sturdy men looked at Ashe firmly, without a hint of cowardice in their voices: "Have glory in your heart."

To die for the mother of war is of course an honor.

Lawn and Grimshaw went, and like Iru, the two mighty ice bloods had to use their lives to stop Drakron's iron cavalry.