Lone Wolf of the Freljord

The Orion was stunned, not understanding what Lothar meant.

Lothar tossed her knife: "Last night, Ashe told me she wanted to eat firmer meat, like wild boar or venison."

The hunters responded immediately: "Then let's go find it immediately!"

"Let's look for them separately. It's just spring, and you may not be able to find them. I'll go and get those little guys. If you find the footprints of the big prey, you will whistle." Losar ordered, and found that the hunters were eager to try. , seems to want to get a big guy to dedicate to the mother of war.

"The name of Avarossa's reincarnation is really good." Losa couldn't help thinking.

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Hunting is the main source of food for most tribes in the Freljord.

The Freljord is freezing cold, and there is very little land for planting. In the coastal areas, because of too much ice on the sea surface, it is difficult to meet the needs of the entire tribe by fishing alone. Hunters have become each tribe. indispensable presence. The size of the hunting ground is a direct measure of the strength of a tribe. Only a strong tribe can hunt in a wider area with more prey.

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

Chapter 73 Mysterious Girl

After Ashe united the various tribes, his prestige increased day by day. Not only because of the Avarossa holy bow in her hand, but also because of Ashe's character - kind, friendly, and considerate of the people. The principle of equal governance for everyone has been praised, and the easy capture of an eagle of prophecy is regarded as a miracle in the tribe. Now almost everyone in the Avarossa tribe believes that Ashe is the reincarnation of Avarossa. Believe it or not.

Excitedly, the hunters spread out in search of big game, and being able to please the Warmother was good for their own clan as well.

"Ashe, you are really welcome." Lothar murmured, chasing after the small animal footprints on the ground.

Although spring has come, the Freljord is still very cold. There is a little sunshine on the ground through the snow cloud, but it is not warm at all, but a little cold.

"It's a bit colder than last spring..." Losar felt the strength of the wind and the weight of the snowflakes, "I'm afraid this year will not be very good..."

Lothar quickly followed the footprints. It is very difficult to hunt in the snow. If you chase slowly, the footprints will be covered by snow and disappear. If you chase quickly, you may scare the prey away.

Lothar maintained an unhurried pace, and soon came to a sparse forest, the branches were bare, as if the spring breeze had not woken them up.

Lothar frowned, and the footprints of the little animals suddenly became messy.

"I've been found." Lothar crouched down to check. The direction of the footprints was not to speed up to escape, but to scramble and flee in all directions, as if they suddenly encountered something that frightened them.

Lothar continued to track, discovering new footprints.

Wolf footprints.

The footprints are very shallow, much shallower than the footprints of other small animals passing here at the same time. They are only sunk in the snow to less than the thickness of a leaf, and they can hardly be seen without staring hard. But judging from the size, the wolf is clearly an adult wolf with a large size.

"Is there only one?" Lothar searched carefully, but did not find the footprints of the second wolf, and doubts arose in Lothar's heart immediately.

Wolves are not lone creatures, or in other words, lone wolves are very weak, not to mention hunting large prey, even killing a small deer, it is very difficult to kill a wolf alone.

Only wolves who live in packs can survive.

"Is it an old wolf or a wolf abandoned by the wolves?" Lothar observed the footprints again. The footprints were so shallow that it was difficult to discern any information.

"A lone wolf...with unusually shallow footprints..." Lothar pondered. "Could it be a magical creature?"

As a hunter, Lothar knew a lot of magical creatures in the Freljord, and even saw many of them with his own eyes, but he had never heard of any wolf-shaped magical creatures that could walk without a trace on snow.

"Could it be an unknown magical creature?" Lothar suddenly became interested, most of the Freljord is a no-man's land, and it is not uncommon to see magical creatures that have not been seen before, "Maybe I He was the first to discover it."

Thinking of this, Lothar was a little excited. Ashtam's heralded eagle made Lothar drool, and he always wanted a magical creature to serve as his hunting pet.

"Come and see." Although Lothar had no confidence in subduing an adult wolf, he also wanted to give it a try.

Besides, he is a child raised by wolves, and he has always had a special affection for the wolf in his heart.

The wolf's footprints were so shallow that even with Lothar's keen observation, he had to see the pain in his eyes before he could barely detect it.

Lothar followed patiently. The wolf is an astute and cunning predator, and this one is likely to be a magical creature. Lothar cannot take it lightly.

And the more I tracked it down, the more disappointed Lothar became.

The wolf's footprint was gradually getting larger, and finally turned into the shape of a human foot.

"What's the matter, is it a shapeshifter, did any shaman pass by this place? I thought it was a new magical creature." Lothar's face was full of disappointment, and then he became vigilant, "Why are we around the migrating team? There will be a shaman who can transform. Is there any tribe that has bad intentions against Avarosa?"

Lothar did not hesitate, he interrupted to continue tracking, at least to know the purpose of this beast spirit walker.

But in the end, the footprints disappeared out of thin air.

Not far from the place where the footprints disappeared, a man was lying in the snow, and a lot of snowflakes had accumulated on his back.

Lothar held the knife in one hand, hid behind his back, and approached the person lying in the snow vigilantly.

Lothar lightly kicked the man with his toes, but didn't respond.

"Who are you?" Lothar asked aloud.

Still no response.

Lothar put the knife on the back of the man's neck and pressed his knees on his waist, so that he could not suddenly attack himself.

After confirming that the man was indeed in a coma, Lothar retracted the knife and turned him over.

To Lothar's surprise, she was actually a girl.

The girl's face was a little purple from the cold, but her body temperature was still normal, and it seemed that she had just passed out not long ago.

Judging from her height and appearance, she should be two or three years older than Lothar, and there is still some childishness on her face, but there is a hint of fierceness and sharpness between her brows.

The girl has a very distinctive appearance, with a slender and bumpy figure. A girl of her age is at the peak of her development. Lothar compared her and Ashe's breasts, and it is obvious that this girl's **** are larger.

The girl has black hair and long hair. Strangely, her clothes are also black, and it is obviously not the clothes of the Freljord.

"Wearing black in the snow doesn't make you stand out enough?" Lothar directly ruled out the possibility that the girl was a hunter. No hunter would be so stupid.

Lothar began to examine the girl's belongings, which were few—a bag of food and water, a rough map of the Freljord, and a mechanism strapped to her arm.

"This is..." Lothar recognized this thing. He had seen similar things on the Demacian guards in Forsbarrow. "This is a crossbow."

Lothar was very impressed with the crossbow. He saw Demacian soldiers hunting with it when he was a child. Unlike bows and arrows, crossbows only need to pull the trigger to fire arrows, which made Lothar very interested. . He even tried to make a crossbow himself when he was a child, and he actually made one for him.

It is a pity that, after the actual hand, Lothar found that the crossbow cannot be adjusted as easily as the bow and arrow. Moreover, in the Freljord, the delicate mechanism inside the crossbow often freezes, making it unusable, far less convenient than the bow and arrow, so Lothar later gave up this weapon.

The crossbow on the girl's forearm was also not spared in the Freljord. The ice crystal stuck to many parts on it, and it was basically useless.

To be safe, Lothar removed her crossbow and put it in her hunting pocket.

"Who the **** are you?" Lothar was almost certain that the girl was Demacian, but why did she appear here alone. You must know that the clothes she is wearing are not the coarse linen clothes worn by the commoners of Demacia, but the fabrics that Lothar does not know that is very soft to the touch. Lothar knows that only nobles like Lux can afford such clothes.

But how could a noble girl from Demacia faint in the distant Freljord

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Although the equipment of the barbarian is far inferior to our army, it should not be taken lightly.

Although our army has firearms such as artillery, crossbow bolts, and explosives, these weapons often encounter problems such as dampness and frost on the land of Freljord, and their practicality is not high. Even if it can be used, the effect is not very good. Even if those berserkers are hit by the artillery frontally, they can drag their wreckage to continue fighting. And those shamans among them who can unleash frost magic are even more troublesome, and a few spells can turn artillery and chariots into scrap metal.

So, when facing the barbarians, don't rely too much on the weapons and equipment in your hands, the strong soldiers in the army are what you can really rely on.

—Excerpt from a letter written by a veteran Noxian general to a junior general

Chapter 74 Vayne

Lothar looked at the suddenly interrupted footprints not far away, and it was these footprints that brought him here.

Lothar looked at the girl's sole, and neither the size nor the pattern matched the footprint.

"We can only look for clues on her." After confirming that the girl was not worried about her life for the time being, Lothar began to search her body.

Lothar checked very carefully, and his fingers did not let go of any part of the girl's body. The effort paid off, and he finally found something for him.

On the girl's left chest, there was a close-fitting goggle, and Lothar didn't care whether it was appropriate to do this to a strange girl. He reached into her chest and took out the goggle.

There is still the girl's body temperature on the goggles, and some patterns are drawn on the front and back.

The front pattern Lothar recognizes, a pair of wings surrounded by a silver sword, which is the national emblem of Demacia.

Lux taught Lothar that this emblem should not be used by Demacian commoners.

"Is she really a noble lady..." Lothar turned over the breastplate and saw it was an emblem he didn't recognize. "This should be her family's crest... um..."

Lothar put away the goggles and continued to search the girl. Finally, she found a leg ring tied with a delicate arrow on the girl's thigh. Lothar naturally took it off and confiscated it.

Touching the girl's body all over, while she was addicted to her feet and hands, she ensured that there was nothing on her body that could be used as a weapon.

"What should I do? Leave her here to die? It seems a pity..." Lothar pinched the girl's face, "As expected of a noble girl, as tender as her butt's face."

After thinking about it again and again, Lothar still decided to save her: "If she is a friend of the butt, take it back to Ashe first, and at least find out why she is here before beating her."

Lothar looked at the footprints on the side. Taking advantage of Lothar's search for the girl, Xue had completely covered them up and could no longer be seen.

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The hunters didn't find the big game they wanted to dedicate to the War Mother.

Spring has just started, and many large animals have not woken up from hibernation, so naturally it is difficult to find them.

When the hunters regrouped in dejection and prepared to return to the camp, Lothar, who came back, directly shocked their eyes.

Lothar didn't hit the prey, but came back directly with a person on her back. She was still a rather beautiful girl in fancy clothes.

"This... are you the goblin who hunted the mountain?" A young hunter's eyes widened when he saw it, and he used the honorific title to Lothar unconsciously.

"Well... that's right." Lothar didn't reveal the girl's identity as a Demacian, so as to avoid extracurricular troubles. "She may be from another tribe. Take it back to the War Mother first, and then decide how to deal with it."

No one in the Orion team has an opinion. After all, Lothar is the blood alliance of the War Mother, and he still has a certain right to speak.

Putting the **** the Orion's sleigh, Lothar and the others returned to the camp together.

Ashe and Lothar lived together in a large tent, which was a gift from a certain tribe's craftsmen. To be honest, Ashe and Lothar lived together in a large tent.

The story of Lothar carrying a girl back spread across the entire Avarossa tribe in an instant, and people were talking about it, but Lothar ignored her and carried her directly into Ashe's tent.

"You're back." Ashe was studying the map and saw Lothar entering the tent. She wanted to say a few words, but she immediately became speechless when she saw that he was still carrying a person on his back.

Lothar put the **** the bed and went to the stove to get a cup of hot water.

Ashe put down her work, walked to the bed, and looked at the girl carefully: "She is..."

Lothar took a sip of hot water and said, "I picked it up on the mountain."

Ashe was stunned: "Pick it up?"

"Why, you are only allowed to pick up an eagle of omen, and I'm not allowed to pick up a big living person." Lothar made a joke, and then said sternly, "She should be from Demacia."

"Demacian" Ashe was even more puzzled, "Why are the Demacians here?"

"I don't know." Lothar put down the water glass and took out the girl's heartguard from her hunting pocket to show Ashe, "The one found on her body has the national emblem of Demacia on it."

Ashe took the badge and looked at the girl's face again. Even if she didn't know much about Demacia, she could see that this girl was definitely not as simple as an ordinary civilian. Whether it is the appearance of the dress or the exquisiteness of the badge, it shows that she is by no means an ordinary person.

"It won't cause any trouble, will it?" Ashe began to worry. The Avarossa tribe had just been established, and it was still very fragile. If something went wrong at this time, it would be very troublesome.

"Anyway, ask her when she wakes up, and then decide how to deal with it." Lothar was not as worried as Ashe, "I have dealt with her injuries, not serious, just broken a few bones, nothing to worry about. Serious skin trauma."

Ashe looked at the girl's clothes. Some parts were torn and bandaged. Ashe glared at Lothar angrily: "You bandaged her."

Lothar raised his hand to show his innocence: "I just want to heal her! It's inevitable that there will be some bumps."

Ashe pouted: "No trauma... That is to say, wasn't she injured by fighting someone?"

"Well..." Lothar's expression was a little weird. "Actually, it looks like she was injured by a fall."

"Fall"

"I checked her wound, and although it was bruised, it didn't look like she had been hit with a blunt object."

"Well..." Ashe glanced at the girl's chest that was still high even when she was lying flat, and asked for no reason, "Is it soft?"

"Well, it's quite flexible." As soon as Lothar said the words, his face suddenly turned bitter, and he looked at his wife tremblingly.

Ashe smiled, smiling brightly.

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All she could feel was pain and cold.

In the beginning, she had been in a dazed dream, with a chaotic whiteness in front of her eyes, without the concept of time and space, as if she was floating meaninglessly in nothingness, only the pain in her body.

She didn't know how long it took, but she felt as if someone was approaching her.

The man seemed to be touching her, putting his hands up and down on her.

She was angry, but she couldn't do anything, the pain and cold took up most of her thinking.

Later, that person seemed to be touching the most painful part of her, and stuffed something sour, with the smell of grass, soil and bark into her mouth.

Pain is relieved.

She had never felt anything so comfortable, but when the pain gradually dissipated, she was as ecstatic as a traveler who had found a spring in the desert.