Lone Wolf of the Freljord

But the joy didn't last long. When the chaotic snow-white finally disappeared and she had the spare energy to think about things, she dreamed of the last thing she wanted to see.

that woman.

That woman with long horns on her head, her skin as purple as the night, and a woman so beautiful and moving as if she didn't exist in this world.

She dreamed of the enchantment of her appearance, of the ghost fire in her hair, of the blood on her claws.

In front of that woman, she began to tremble, she began to fear, and there was only one desire in her heart that she desperately wanted to fulfill - to tear that witch to shreds.

Then, woke up.

She felt warm and comfortable, the pain was almost gone, and she was wrapped in something warm.

When she opened her eyes, it was an unfamiliar ceiling, or tent.

"Um..." She wanted to sit up, but her movements awakened the pain in her body, and she couldn't help but let out a sound.

A soft female voice reached her ears.

What came into her sight was a young girl with silver hair and a beauty that was as pure and unearthly as ice crystals.

Seeing her awake, the girl hurried forward to help her up. She was so confused that she couldn't hear what the silver-haired girl was saying, but she could guess that the girl was expressing concern.

She did not appreciate it, but directly waved away the silver-haired girl and looked at her vigilantly.

The silver-haired girl smiled awkwardly, then ran out of the tent, as if calling someone to come in.

She was lying on the bed, staring at the silver-haired girl's back, while groping for her weapon.

The hand crossbow was gone, the arrows were gone, and even the goggles on his chest were gone.

But she was not discouraged, resisting the pain and groping around, an oil lamp on the bedside attracted her attention, and she held it in her hand for self-defense.

A black-haired boy followed the silver-haired girl into the tent.

The teenager looks ordinary, but his eyes are very bright, his right arm is missing, and his sleeves are empty.

The boy was following behind the silver-haired girl with a wry smile, with a big jar on his head, and he moved cautiously to keep it from falling.

"What is this?" she wondered, "Freljord custom?"

The silver-haired girl said a few words to the boy coldly. The boy sighed and said to the girl sitting on the bed, "Put the oil lamp down, it's very dangerous. We have no ill intentions towards you."

She frowned and didn't put down the oil lamp: "You can speak Demacian"

"It seems that you are really Demacian." The teenager smiled, "My name is Lothar, this is my wife Ashe, as you can see this is our residence, I found you on the mountain."

"On the mountain..." Memories flooded into her mind like a flood, and she instantly cleared her thoughts and her current situation.

"Can you tell us who you are?" The boy named Lothar said a few words to the silver-haired girl before continuing to ask her questions.

She looked at the boy and the silver-haired girl with scrutiny: "Where is my stuff?"

Lothar replied, "I'll tell you after answering our questions."

She hesitated for a moment, and inadvertently glanced at a weapon rack in the tent.

A bow that seemed to be made of ice crystals was lying on it.

Her pupils shrank, she quickly looked away, and put the oil lamp in its original position.

"My name is Vayne," she said. "Shona Vayne, Demacian."

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Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Shawna Vayne has just experienced the pain of losing her father and mother, and has left Demacia to go abroad to heal her heartbreak. However, the letterboxes of the Miss's house have been filled with relatives from various families.

I don't care whether you are coveting the beauty of the young lady or the family property, but the owner and his wife have just left, and it is degrading to come to propose marriage so eagerly.

You can't see your relatives for the time being. As the lady's housekeeper, I will keep them for her first, but please don't send more relatives. I will burn them all.

——Miss Shona Vayne to the families

Chapter 75 Troll hidden danger

Vayne was very cooperative. Basically, she answered clearly what Lothar asked.

"Why are you in the Freljord"

"exercise."

"Exercise what"

"The art of hunting."

"A Demacian noble came to the Freljord to practice hunting"

"I have my reasons."

"And then you fainted on the snowy mountain"

"I was attacked by several monsters."

"What kind of monster."

"Troll."

Lothar narrowed his eyes and said to Ashe in Freljord: "She said she was attacked by several trolls."

Ashe's face was a little ugly: "There is a tribe of trolls nearby"

"Nine times out of ten," Lothar said. "I don't know how many trolls are nearby. We'd better speed up our journey."

"But..." Ashe hesitated for a moment, the speed of the migrating team cannot be accelerated by speeding up, and there is a lot of trouble to deal with.

But her hesitation did not last long. Compared with the threat posed by trolls, any trouble was insignificant: "I see, you can continue to ask."

Lothar nodded and almost didn't let the jar on his head fall off. He quickly supported it with his hands: "You said you were attacked by a troll, how did you escape?"

Vayne looked at the jar on Lothar's head suspiciously: "I fell into its trap, and a huntress rescued me."

"The Huntress"

"Well, she said her name was Frey, she was about 30 to 40 years old, her hair was gray, and she was very athletic." Vayne described the characteristics of the huntress with a hint of urgency, "Do you know her?"

Lothar relayed Vayne's words to Ashe: "Do you know who she is talking about?"

Ashe shook his head in confusion: "Avarosari has never heard of such a person."

"Sorry, we don't know this Frey." Lothar said to Vayne.

Wei En seemed to be disappointed, and murmured, "How could it be..."

Lothar and Ashe looked at each other, let Vayne stay in the tent by herself, and the two withdrew to start discussing.

"What do you think?" Ash asked.

"It's a little suspicious," Lothar mused. "She should understand Freljordan, but she pretended not to."

"How did you see it?"

"Her expression changed when I was talking to you." Lothar pulled the curtain aside and saw that Vayne was still sitting on the bed, bowing her head in thought, "She is disguising herself, let's take it lightly."

Although Lothar's words had no evidence, Ashe believed him unconditionally: "Why did she do this with bad intentions?"

"I don't know, but I don't think she wants to do anything against us either," Lothar said. "We've been migrating for so long, and it's far from Demacia's territory, and their army can't be thousands of miles away. Come all the way here and fight us. The most likely possibility is that she was really attacked by trolls."

"Then what are we going to do"

"You go to communicate with the lands first, start to speed up tomorrow, and prepare to meet the trolls." Lothar touched his chin, "I will be responsible for monitoring her."

Ashe raised her eyebrows: "Are you sure you don't want to have something with her?"

Lothar said with tears in her eyes, "Forget me begging you, Ashe, I really just touched it for a while, and I have absolutely no idea about her."

"Hmph..." Ashe folded her arms, "I can't say for sure, she's pretty, too, the devil knows if you're thinking about it."

Lothar was discouraged and stared at Ashe pitifully, as if letting go.

Ashe sighed and flicked his fingers on Lothar's forehead: "You supervise her for me, but you are not allowed to do anything to her, understand?"

"Understood!" Lothar stood up straight, with a good attitude.

"Also." Ashe said with a smile, "While you are monitoring her, you must always hold this jar."

Lothar's face suddenly collapsed.

...

Vayne covered her wound, covered with a blanket to keep out the cold, and limped behind Lothar.

Lothar was still holding the jar, crying without tears as he walked under the strange eyes of the Avarossa tribe. Behind him was a beautiful girl who was obviously not a Freljord. It can be said that he made enough money all the way. eyeball.

"Where are you taking me?" Vayne asked, staring at the jar that Lothar was holding, wondering what was inside.

"I will arrange a temporary residence for you." Rosa said, "As you can see, our tribe is migrating, and we have to travel a long way every day, so I will take you to get a tent of your own."

Wei En was stunned: "But I still have injuries..."

"If you're injured, you have to go." Lothar shrugged and said helplessly, "Otherwise we can only leave you here, but I remind you in advance that most of the Freljord tribes are extremely repulsive of outsiders. , I'm not sure if the next tribe you look for is willing to take you in."

Wei En clenched her teeth tightly, and a strand of black hair fell in front of her face, looking down and pitiful: "Okay, I will keep up with your migration."

Lothar gave Vayne a meaningful look: "Don't worry, we are not cruel enough to let you walk with a wounded person, and we will arrange a Juvask wild boar for you to ride."

Vayne breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

"Of course, we didn't support you in vain." Rosa said, "You have to give something in return, understand."

"Understood." Wei En accepted quickly, "I will do whatever you ask me to do."

"What..." Lothar swept up and down Vayne's body recklessly. She should be seventeen or eighteen years old, and her figure is quite attractive.

Vayne felt Lothar's malicious gaze, a chill flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared: "I refuse."

"I haven't told you what to do yet." Lothar narrowed his eyes, "Don't worry, I have a wife and won't do anything to you."

Wei En naturally didn't believe Lothar's words, and she made up her mind to be on guard against this ghostly young man.

Lothar took Vayne to collect some necessary supplies, tents, sheets, pots and bowls, animal oil, etc.

"You can come back here when you run out of animal oil." Lothar explained, "You don't know Freljordan, just point your finger at it. I've already told them, and they'll give it to you directly."

Wei En looked at the simple supplies on hand: "That's all"

"What else do you expect your Demacian girls to like to use the powder and beeswax we don't sell here." Lothar laughed.

Vayne couldn't help but look at Lothar more: "You seem to know Demacia very well."

"To be honest, I know very little." Lothar blinked, "Probably about as much as you know about the Freljord."

Wei En narrowed her eyes and said nothing.

"Let's put up the tent next to me today, or you can take care of me, and I'll teach you how to put it up." Rosa said, "I will give you medicine twice a day in the future, and your injury will heal faster. Some."

"You give me medicine," Wei En said suspiciously.

"Otherwise, you think who fixed your bones for you." Lothar rolled his eyes, "The bone sequelae and callus powder I created are very effective, and I will put them on you when I find you. You can't get out of bed now without me."

Wei En is still not at ease, but when she thinks that even running is a problem now, she has to agree: "Then I'll trouble you... When can I return my weapon to me?"

Lothar said as he walked: "Don't think about it for the time being. Your crossbow is frozen into ice lumps now. It's better than a stone."

"It doesn't matter, just give it back to me." Wei En said.

"Looks like you haven't figured out where you stand." Lothar stopped and looked back at Vayne, "Ashe and I are willing to save you just out of good intentions, not because we have to help you. You can stay in Avarossa is because we don't think you are hostile to us, but if you show any sign of turning your weapon on the Avarossa, we will kill you immediately, understand?"

Wei En clenched her fists, and it could be seen that she was holding back her anger, and she choked out a sentence between her teeth: "I understand..."

"Very good." Lothar smiled, "Welcome to Avarossa, Shauna Vayne."

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Trolls are strange creatures in the land of the Freljord.

They are huge in size, adult trolls can grow to three people tall, and their skin is thick and fleshy, and their strength is infinite. Even the damage caused by the ice weapon to them is quite limited, and it is difficult for ordinary swords to penetrate the skin.

Interestingly, trolls are generally low in intelligence, but they gather in tribes, with the strongest troll serving as the chief. Many scholars believe that their behavior is imitating humans, because they also make simple weapons, houses and clothing.

Trolls are greedy and slaughter, especially like to eat people. Quite a few human tribes in the Freljord have suffered from it, and they have become undead enemies with trolls.

--Excerpt from Ezreal's "Valloran's Travels: The Freljord Chapter 3: The Natural Environment"

Chapter 76 The Jar

Vayne learns things very quickly, and under the guidance of Lothar, she can set up a tent without much effort.

"You will stay here tonight," Rosa said. "Just call me if you have anything, and tell me if you need anything, but I may not be able to meet your requirements."