Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Ashe aimed the blade at Lothar's upper right arm.

"You must hold back, Lothar." Ashe prayed, raising the battle axe in both hands and slashing down hard.

The blade of the axe sank into Lothar's flesh.

"Ahhhh!!!" Lothar was awakened from the coma by the severe pain, and let out a miserable cry, and his body began to struggle violently.

"Lothar!" Ashe hurriedly released the axe, rode on Lothar's body, and held down his limbs, "Don't be afraid! I'm saving you! Just be patient! Just be patient!"

"Ashe... Ashe... Ashe..." Lothar kept reciting Ashe's name.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Ashe reassured Lothar, "It'll be fine in a while, don't move, please!"

Lothar seemed to understand Ashe's words. Although his eyes were still chaotic, his body had calmed down.

Ashe looked at Lothar's right arm. Although the axe had sunk deeply into it, it was stuck in the bone and could not be cut off completely. Crimson blood mixed with purple blood eroded by cold poison flowed out of the wound.

Ashe took out the battle axe and raised it high: "It must be aimed at... it must be aimed at..."

The axe fell, cutting precisely into the wound on Lothar's arm.

"Ah!!" Lothar cried out again, but the strength in his voice was much weaker.

The axe still failed to cut Lothar's bones, Ashe drew the axe again and fell down.

Axe, axe, another axe.

Lothar's arm was finally separated from him, blood kept flowing from the cut surface of the wound, Ashe tore off his cloak and bandaged the wound.

"Lothar..." Ashe put her finger among the people of Lothar, but couldn't feel any breath, "Don't!"

She put her hands on Lothar's chest and began to press hard.

After pressing, Ashe leaned down, her lips just fit Lothar's mouth, and exhaled into it.

Ashe kept repeating these movements, but she still couldn't feel Lothar's heart beating.

"Don't...please...don't die..." Ashe's tears fell on Lothar's body, "Didn't you always want to kiss me, look...I'm taking the initiative to kiss you, wake up!"

Lothar's chest still didn't rise and fall.

"Wake up, please... I promise you, I swear with you, you will be my blood alliance in the future!"

Lothar still didn't open his eyes.

"No one will treat you as an outsider anymore... Let's build a beautiful house together... You won't have to live in that little tent by yourself again... I'll hold you to sleep every night..."

Ashe kept talking and doing first aid to resuscitate Lothar, but as time went by, Ashe understood that Lothar's hope of surviving was getting slimmer.

"Don't...don't let anyone leave me..."

Ashe's mother and sworn fathers, she watched helplessly die. At that time, she was weak and powerless, not even qualified to stand up to protect them.

But now, she has a powerful Zhenbing weapon, so powerful that she has never seen it before, but she still can't protect a beloved life.

Ashe buried her head in Lothar's chest and wept bitterly.

The cry echoed on the empty mountain top for a long time. ————————————————————————

If there’s one thing I remember most about the Freljords, other than their love of robbing, being rude, and not sharing food, it’s the importance they place on blood.

All people in a tribe are more or less related to each other by blood, which makes their relationship more like family than just neighbors. Of course, this made most of the tribes more exclusive (because of this I had a lot of shut-ins in the Freljord), but it made the ties within the tribe even tighter.

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

Chapter 15 Dreams

A wolf pup licks Lothar's lips.

Lothar opened his eyes, and the fluffy little wolf was startled by him, fell off his chest, and let out a pitiful "woohoo".

"Where am I?" Lothar got up and found himself in a cave.

"Woooo..." The little wolf cub came over again and started licking Lothar's fingers. There were several other little wolves with him. They were all very young, but they were well cared for. They all looked chubby. Obviously not worried about eating.

"Why am I here in the wolf's den?" Lothar picked up a little wolf, and the little wolf cub stuck out his tongue and cast an innocent look at him.

"Okay, little guy, it looks like you can't answer my question." Lothar scratched at the belly of the little wolf cub, his eyes narrowed in comfort.

Putting the cub down, Lothar walked out of the cave. To his surprise, the little wolf cubs ran out around his legs. They rolled in the snow, had fun, and tugged at Lothar's trouser legs.

"Do you want to play with me?" Lothar crouched down and touched the heads of the cubs. "But I don't have time, so I have to find Ashe. Do you know Ashe? She's a very beautiful girl. ."

The little wolf cubs were still biting on Lothar's trouser legs, as if they would not let him go.

"Forgive me, little ones, if your mother comes back, I'll have a headache." Lothar smiled wryly.

Lothar raised his eyes, and in front of him was a dry forest, the snow was pressing down the branches, and the figure of a she-wolf shuttled through it.

A she-wolf made of ice.

The moment Lothar saw her, he felt the body temperature of the little wolf cubs in his hand drop rapidly, and instantly became as cold as ice.

They are also made of ice, without life, just moving ice.

Generally, when Lothar sees such a strange scene, the first time he should draw out his weapon to defend himself, even if he dies, he will slough off the enemy's skin. But for some unknown reason, Lothar was surrounded by the cold wolves, watching the she-wolf running in the snowy forest, with an unusually calm mood.

The she-wolf ran to Lothar.

She is definitely the most beautiful wolf Lothar has ever seen. The whole body is the color of ice crystals, the fur is made of frost, and the sun shines on her without any sign of melting.

Such a beautiful creature, but with ugly flaws.

A pair of empty eyes.

The hideous scars covered her eyes, and she seemed to be staring at Lothar, as if she wasn't looking at him at all.

"I'm sorry, these are your children, I have no intention of hurting them, so I'll give them back to you." Lothar didn't want to conflict with this mysterious magical creature, he hugged the cubs together and turned towards the mother The direction of the wolf pushed past.

Click!

The cubs shattered in Lothar's hands.

"..." Lothar was silent for a while, then smiled awkwardly at the she-wolf, "I didn't mean to."

The she-wolf moved, and the ice crystals all over her body began to deform, and the falling ice debris piled up under her feet, like a skirt.

She became a woman.

The woman is tall and beautiful, with a face that seems to have come out of a story, her skin is an abnormally white color, her long silver hair is twisted into two high buns, and her gorgeous ice blue dress emits a faint cold light. , wrapping her slender body.

Lothar had never seen such a tall woman before, and he felt that the strong men in the tribe were not necessarily taller than her.

Lothar had never seen such a beautiful woman, and even Ashe was inferior to her.

But unlike Ashe's agile eyes, the woman's eyes, which were hidden under her long hair, were covered by several scary scars, and there was nothing in the eye sockets.

"Witch" Lothar has never seen witches, they only exist in the stories old people use to put children to sleep.

"Children of the Wolf" said the witch, her voice like sharp ice crystals, sharp and brittle.

Lothar was even more convinced that the beautiful woman in front of her was a witch, and even if she wasn't, she must have been proficient in magic. Usually only frost priests and spirit walkers refer to him as "the wolf's child".

"Why did I appear in your dreams?" the witch asked.

"In my dream," Lothar was taken aback, "Is this a dream?"

The witch did not answer Lothar's question. The ice cubes at her feet began to wriggle, bringing her to Lothar. Lothar was a little nervous. The witch was too close, and she was too taller than Lothar. His His face was almost touching the witch's towering chest, and he could even smell the smell coming from her body.

It tastes like ice.

"You are really tall." Since the witch took the initiative to come over, Lothar naturally began to appreciate the deep ravine exposed on the witch's tube top.

In fact, Lothar didn't know where to put his eyes, and the witch's empty eyes made him a little resistant.

The witch didn't seem to care about Lothar's peeping gaze. She put her hand on Lothar's shoulder. Even through the thick fur, Lothar could feel the coldness of the witch's hands.

"You are not Iceborn," said the witch.

"Yes, I am not." Lothar admitted frankly.

"You don't know magic," said the witch again.

"No one taught me." Lothar shrugged.

"You are not a strong warrior either," said the witch again.

"My mitzvah hasn't come yet, and I'm not good at fighting, so hunting suits me better."

"You are dying," said the witch at last.

"I'm dying" opened the floodgates of Lothar's memories, and he remembered that he seemed to have taken a True Ice weapon and threw it at Ashe.

Lothar scratched his head: "It seems... yes..."

The witch did not speak any more, her empty eyes staring at Lothar.

She let go of Lothar's shoulders, lightly tapped a white finger on Lothar's heart, and turned to leave.

Lothar watched reluctantly as the witch walked away with the deep ditch in her chest, and he shouted: "Who are you!"

"We won't meet again."

The witch left her last words, and with her back to Lothar, she shattered.

She turned into thousands of ice chips, fell into the snow, and merged with the snow.

"What a weirdo," said Lothar in a low voice, "but she does look pretty."

Lothar suddenly felt very sleepy, very sleepy, and his eyelids kept fighting. He turned around and walked back to the wolf's den. There were no cubs in the wolf's den.

Lothar lay on the ground, falling into a deep sleep.

…

thump…

Ashe opened her eyes suddenly, she was still crying on Lothar's chest, but felt a throbbing in her cheeks.

"Lothar!" Ashe hurriedly stood up, pressing her hands on Lothar's heart, she couldn't let this miraculous heartbeat go away.

Thump...thump...thump...

Although weak, Lothar's heartbeat returned.

"It's great... it's great..." Ashe felt Lothar's warm breath on his fingers, very subtle, but it was evidence that he was still alive.

Ashe looked at Lothar's face, the boy slept soundly, with a slight smile on his face.

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Lissandra was not a very popular deity among the Freljord folk. Lissandra is widely believed to be a wielder of powerful magic and a weaver of intrigue, an evil **** who likes to bring winter and war and steal mortal dreams. Although the frost priests who believe in Lissandra have made many contributions in various tribes and preach Lissandra's greatness and kindness, the respect of the commoners for Lissandra is more derived from their fear of her.

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

Chapter 16 Awakening

Lothar felt some heat flow into his mouth, he instinctively squirmed his throat and swallowed the heat into his body.

It was cold, dizzy, and painful, but it seemed like there was something fragrant and soft around me.

This is how Lothar feels now.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and in front of him was the face of the girl he liked, and she was holding a wooden spoon and pouring hot soup into Lothar's mouth.

"It doesn't seem that the situation is too bad." Lothar thought.

"You're awake!" Ashe said in surprise when she saw Lothar open her eyes, she put the bowl aside and hugged Lothar hard, "You're finally awake!"

Lothar smelled the girl's good smell, like the mashed scent of hemp feathers and edelweiss.

He and Ashe were sitting in a pile of ruins. The sky was drowsy, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night. Ashe built a bonfire, and beside him was the Zhenbing who dug him out of the rocks. bow. A pot of soup was being boiled on the fire, and a few snow rats were roasting, sizzling with oil.

"Is this the afterlife world? I was actually held by you." Lothar's voice was hoarse and weak.

Ashe shook his head, his eyes full of pain: "This is the village. After I took you down the mountain, I found that it had been destroyed by the Ice Son tribe. The tribe... all died."

There was no sadness in Lothar's heart. He didn't care about the life and death of anyone in the Avarossa tribe except Ashe, but when he saw Ashe's sad appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

He knew what the demise of the Horde meant to Ashe, the death of all loved ones.

"sorry…"

"What are you apologizing for..." Ashe hugged Lothar, "It's not your fault."

"Cough cough cough!" It may be that Ashe tried too hard, and Lothar coughed violently.

Ashe quickly released Lothar and said with concern: "I'm sorry... You should speak in a low voice, don't affect the wound."