Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Lothar nodded. He tried to move, but found that his right arm was empty.

He looked at his right arm, there was nothing there.

Ashe's eyes were full of heartache and guilt: "You have touched that Zhenbing bow, I have no choice..."

"It's okay..." To Ashe's surprise, Lothar didn't seem to be hit very hard. He said in a small voice like a mosquito, "I can still survive after touching the Zhenbing weapon. It's gone, it's gone..."

"Lothar..." Ashe felt that Lothar was comforting herself, she put her hand on Lothar's cheek and rubbed it lightly.

"When did you treat me so well?" Lothar looked at Ashe suspiciously, "Falling in love with me"

Ashe hugged Lothar's back with one hand, lifted him up, and put his head on his lap: "Maybe."

Lothar's eyes widened. It was the first time he got a non-negative answer from Ashe to this question.

"What do you mean?" Lothar felt his weak heart beat a little faster.

"Meaning..." Ashe's cheeks were stained with a blush, I don't know if it was a reflection of her mood, or it was just reflected by the firelight, "If you ask me to say that you want to be my blood alliance... I should... No reject…"

Lothar was so surprised that he almost bit his tongue: "Are you serious?"

"Um…"

"really true"

Ashe was a little embarrassed and raised his hand to hit Lothar, but when he thought that Lothar was still injured, the sudden slap turned into a gentle touch and landed on Lothar's face.

"Have you ever seen me lie?" Ashe asked angrily.

"Occasionally." Lothar was honest.

Ashe looked at the boy helplessly, even with such a serious injury, he could still make Ashe's teeth itch with anger.

"Okay, I'll tell you straight, I promise to make an oath with you. You can eat well now and take care of your injuries." Ashe picked up the soup bowl again.

Speaking of injuries, Lothar looked at his empty right arm: "Are you sure? Make an oath with a **** like me"

"You are not a cripple." Ashe said softly, "You are the hero who protected me. If you hadn't been with me to the top of the mountain, I might have died."

"But I've lost my hands, and I can't even hunt the only thing I'm good at."

"It doesn't matter." Ashe shook his head and gently touched the wound of the bandager on Lothar's right arm, "This broken arm is a sign that you protected me, I Ashe swear, I will spend the rest of my life protecting you ."

Lothar was dumbfounded. He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The Freljords take oaths very seriously, and since Ashe said so, she will definitely do it.

Ashe fed Lothar a sip of soup.

"Do you know." After a long time, Lothar said again, "You said this like a person in a story who was carried away by love, and their end was tragic."

Ashe laughed angrily: "Why do you use your broken mouth to make me want to hit you every time you do something that moves me?"

Lothar tilted her head innocently.

Ashe took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, leaned down like a snow cicada flying over a snowflake, and kissed Lothar on the lips softly and quickly.

"Do you believe it now?" Ashe's face was red, and in Lothar's eyes, she was very cute.

"I believe it, I believe it!" Lothar nodded like a silver squirrel eating nuts, "So when do we swear?"

Ashe punched Lothar with the least strength: "What are you worried about? We don't even have a place to live now, we'll talk about it later!"

"Hey..." Lothar was not in a hurry, "Then can I touch your chest now?"

Ashe's fist landed on Lothar's head.

"Thank you." Ashe touched the bulging red envelope on Lothar's head and said softly.

"Thank me for what? You still beat me." Losa looked aggrieved.

"That's what you asked for." Ashe smiled and said, "The tribe is gone... I'm really sad... but thank you... thank you for staying by my side..."

"Your hair color has changed." Lothar was a little uncomfortable with Ashe's loving eyes, and hurriedly changed the subject. He looked at Ashe's full head of silver hair, and suddenly felt a bit similar to the witch in the dream.

"Well..." Ashe stroked her hair, "After I touched that Zhenbing Bow, it became like this, and I was startled myself."

"Can the True Ice weapon change the color of the hair?"

"It's not just the hair, I feel that the whole person has changed... full of power." Ash said.

Lothar raised his eyebrows slightly: "This can't be... is it really the throne of Avarossa?"

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Severe disability in the Freljord is, in a sense, more terrifying than death. If a person loses the ability to survive due to disability, such as fighting, hunting, leatherworking, etc., then the person's status within the tribe will drop sharply. If they are not self-sufficient, they will soon fall to the bottom of the tribe, and in some tribes they will even be outright abandoned.

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

Chapter 17 Objectives

With the countless lives of the Avarossa tribe, I finally exchanged for a True Ice Longbow.

Ashe and Lothar don't know if it's worth it, but it's the truth.

Ashe helped Lothar walk in the snow.

"Be careful, there may be prey nearby." Lothar whispered in Ashe's ear.

Ashe's ears were itchy, but she didn't dislike Lothar's behavior: "How did you know that?"

Lothar looked at Ashe strangely: "Can't you feel it? Didn't you catch a few snow mice yesterday?"

Ash blushed: "I'm not as good at hunting as you are... Those snow mice were just lucky to meet them yesterday..."

Lothar smiled, and it made him happy that Ashe could rely on him.

Lothar carefully observed the surroundings and whispered: "Listen, look at the tallest pine tree in front of the left.".

Ashe heard the words and looked, the pine tree was covered with thick snow, and it was hard to even see its pine needles.

"Counting from top to bottom on the left, there is a bird in the middle of the third thick branch."

Ashe slowly drew her True Ice longbow, careful not to let it touch Lothar.

She squeezed the bowstring with her fingers, and a cold arrow condensed on her fingertips. She slowed her breath, aimed at the position Lothar said, and drew the longbow.

Whoosh!

The ice arrow slid through the air with thunder, and the snow on the pine tree was knocked down by half. Ashe saw something hit by her arrow and fell on the snow.

Ashe and Lothar took a closer look, a snow-tailed swallow was pierced by an arrow.

"Pretty." Lothar kissed Ashe's face, "You don't have to go hungry today."

Lothar's kiss came unexpectedly, and Ashe wanted to punch him habitually, but in the end, Lothar's body was only a soft slap.

"Next time you kiss me, say hello in advance." Ashe said angrily.

"Understood." Frostbolt disappeared, Lothar reached out and picked up Xueyan's body, "Its bird's nest should be nearby, and there are probably young birds in it."

"Are there any bird eggs?"

"Snow-tailed swallows hatch eggs in autumn, and now there must be only chicks, no eggs."

"That's fine..." Ashe shook his head, "I don't want to eat baby birds."

"Feel cruel?" Lothar stroked Ashe's silver hair. "The adult birds are dead, and those young birds can't survive the winter on their own. Why don't you use them to fill our stomachs."

Ashe's face darkened: "Yeah... a cub without its parents... how can it survive the winter?"

Lothar didn't say anything, just kissed Ashe on the face again.

"Didn't you say hello in advance?" Ashe pinched the soft flesh around Lothar's waist.

"Next time, definitely." Lothar laughed.

…

"Where shall we go next?" Lothar ripped the snow-tailed swallow's fur clean and began to dispose of its internal organs. Even though there was only one arm left, Lothar was still far more capable of doing this kind of thing than Ashleeso.

Ashe looked at Lothar in confusion: "I don't know..."

"You don't know how to do it," Lothar said solemnly, "I also hope to find a place to live early and build a new home with you."

"But now our tribe has..."

"Don't you have it..." Lothar looked at the longbow that Ashe was carrying, "This is Avarosa's secret treasure."

Ashe took off the longbow, the whole body of the bow seemed to possess some kind of magic power, and Ashe couldn't help being shocked by its beauty every time she saw it.

"This is indeed a powerful True Ice weapon, and it is even possible..." Ash paused, "It is the weapon that Avarosa used."

Lothar put the bird meat through a branch and roasted it on the fire: "Have you ever thought about what would happen if other clans who believed in Avarosa saw you holding the holy bow of Avarosa?"

Ashe shook her hands and looked at Lothar: "What do you want to say?"

"You should ask, what do you want to do?" Rosa asked back, "If I follow my expectations, I naturally hope to find a hidden place with you, build a house, be self-sufficient, and have a bunch of children. Something like that...but that shouldn't be the future you want."

Ashe looked at Lothar blankly, and after a long time he said, "Why do you think so?"

"How long do you think I've known you, Ashe." Lothar turned Snowtail Swallow around, "I've been with you since we were able to play, and although you may have other playmates, I I'm an outsider, other parents tell their children to stay away from me, and the only person who wants to play with me is you, so I've been watching you, maybe... It may be a bit arrogant to think so, but I think I know more than you think you."

Ashe put the Zhenbing Bow aside, hugged Lothar from behind, and buried her face into his back: "Yes...you're right...I can see their faces every time I close my eyes... Mom's, Iru's...and everyone in the tribe, they're my blood relatives, but now...there's not one left..."

"So you want to rebuild a tribe"

"A new Avarosa tribe." Ashe lay on Lothar's back, looking sideways at the True Ice Longbow, "I got it for some reason, Mommy, she spent half her life, Just for me to get it, it may be my destiny."

"Go do what you want to do." Lothar whispered, "I'll be behind you."

"Thank you..." Ash replied.

"Incidentally…"

"Um"

"Your **** feel so soft against my back, they seem to be getting bigger again."

Snapped!

Lothar got a loud shudder in the head.

…

Ashe nibbled at the roasted bird wings: "Where do you think we should go?"

"Of course it's the place that believes in Avarosa the most." Lothar bit down on a piece of bird meat.

"Lake Stark!" The two said at the same time, and then smiled at each other.

"But how to get there?" Ashe wiped the oil from her lips. "Lake Stark is in the south, and if we want to go we'll have to go over that mountain again."

Lothar shook his head: "It's too dangerous. This will pass through the territory of the Ice Son. If we are discovered, I will hold you back."

"I said I would risk my life to protect you."

"It's better not to gamble if you don't risk your life." Lothar sat next to Ashe and squeezed with her, "Get warm."

Ashe rolled his eyes at Lothar, but did not refuse.

"And that mountain is too high, winter has come, I'm not sure if it is possible for me to turn over in my current state, and it is possible for you alone." Losar analyzed.

Ashe looked at Lothar vigilantly: "Don't say anything to make me leave you here, and I will pick up your stupid idea later, I will not leave you alone."

"Oh, have you been seen through? I still think it's a good idea."

"Don't think about it!" Ashe glared at Lothar fiercely, "I won't leave you."

"Then there is only one way." Lothar said helplessly, "Continue to go northwest, look for a boat, and take the sea route to the south, but it will definitely take a lot longer."

"Just do it." Ashe said decisively, "We will leave tomorrow."

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Rakstark is one of the few places in the Freljord that can be called a city. The Freljord has a harsh environment and dangerous terrain, and there are few large open and flat places to build a city. Larkstark is low-lying and surrounded by mountains, so that the city can be built.

But Lacoste is most famous for the Sanctuary of Avarosa. There is a huge Avarossa statue of pure ice, which is a beautiful woman holding a longbow. According to legend, it was built by the ancient Freljords to commemorate the great achievements of Avarosa, so it has also attracted a large number of believers who worship Avarosa.

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

Chapter 18 The Hunting Ground

After surviving in the wild with Lothar for a few days, Ashe gained a new understanding of the teenager she had known for more than ten years.

He's really good at surviving in the wilderness.

Even if there is only one arm left, and even if the injury to his body has not yet healed, he can still easily grab some small animals, dig out snow caves with his bare hands, and even build a simple tent with just a few things he has picked up. Even though he was trained by various powerful ice bloodlines in the tribe since he was a child, and considered himself the best Ashe among the younger generation, he had to admit that Lothar might not be able to beat her, but if they had to survive in the wild, Lothar would definitely Can outlive her.