Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"Enough." Wei En's attitude has improved a lot. Although she still looks cold and cold, she doesn't seem to be thorny when she sees everyone at first. She seems to realize that she is now relying on others." Can't you really return my weapon to me?"

"No." Lothar was determined.

Wei En didn't insist: "Then please at least give me back my goggles, it's what my mother gave me."

Lothar thought about it, took out her goggles from her hunting pocket, and returned it to Vayne.

Wei En took the goggles. After confirming that there was no damage, she breathed a sigh of relief, but soon she frowned: "Why did you take my goggles from me?"

"Cough cough." Lothar recalled the elastic feel, and coughed awkwardly, "It's getting late, you should rest early, and don't leave the tent at night unless you want to be frozen into an ice sculpture. The sun will rise tomorrow. When we get up, we're about to leave. Don't take off the bandage on your body, I'll change your dressing tomorrow during your lunch break."

"Bandage?" Wei En touched her body, and then noticed that many places on her body were wrapped in bandages. When she woke up, she was so confused that she didn't notice, "You gave me these bandages too."

Lothar didn't answer Vayne's question, and ran away with the can on his head.

Wei En's face was a little ugly, and after a little thought, she knew that her body must have been touched and seen by this half-sized boy.

A trace of killing intent sprouted in Wei En's heart, but her reason suppressed it: "After all, it's my savior... It's just a little cheap, let him take it and take it."

Vayne glanced around with a gloomy face. In addition to the big tent where Ashe and Lothar lived, there were also several tents surrounding this place that were set up a little further away. Some Freljord warriors were grinding. Knife or martial arts.

"It's too close... If I want to do anything, I'll be discovered immediately." Wei En felt the pain on her body, the sun was about to go down, and the cold wind blew her body like a knife.

"Frey...Where are you?" Vayne whispered in Freljord, then turned her head and got into her tent.

...

Lothar kissed Ashe's lips while lying on top of her, working hard to create new life.

Ashe blushed, and the pleasure from her lower body almost engulfed her, but she held back and did not cry out, and there was no smile on her face: "That girl named Wei En, you have arranged "

"Why did you mention her suddenly?" A drop of sweat appeared on Lothar's forehead, thinking that Ashe was probably making a fuss, "It's arranged, I'll keep an eye on her."

"Hmph..." Ashe turned her head, displeased.

Lothar held Ashe's face and kept kissing: "Don't be angry, I know I was wrong, I swear I will cut off the remaining hand if I touch other girls in the future."

Ashe tapped Lothar's chest lightly: "You don't need to cut off your hands. How can you live without both arms?"

"You still feel bad for me." Lothar said with emotion.

"As an alternative, just cut your thing." Ashe grabbed the lifeblood of Lothar with his hand with a smile.

Losa was sweating madly: "Don't do it, how can you have a child if you cut it."

"It doesn't matter." Ashe's fingernails brushed it lightly. "When we have a daughter, when she lives past the naming day, and Avarossa has a successor in the future, it will not be too late to cut it off."

"That...you're kidding me."

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Lothar looked like he was about to cry: "Please don't scare me, Ashe, I really know I'm wrong."

"Hmph..." Ashe bit her lip, "I'll forgive you this time, it won't be an example next time."

"Okay, okay." Lothar breathed a sigh of relief.

"That Wayne, just follow us like this?" Ashe brought the topic back again, "Is her injury okay?"

Lothar smiled. Although Ashe looked jealous, she was still kind-hearted and cared about her safety for a stranger like Vayne.

"No problem, don't you know my medical skills yet?" Rosa said, "Change her medicine twice a day, and she should be fine for a month."

"Is that so?" Ashe raised her hips slightly, her posture more in line with Lothar, "By the way, do you have to take off her clothes when you change her dressing?"

Lothar stammered: "The clothes are separated from each other...how to change..."

Ashe put her hands on Lothar's face and smiled gently: "Tomorrow you will also be holding that jar."

Lothar burst into tears: "Don't, my neck is about to break after a long time."

"Choose one of the top jar and the lifeblood."

"Then it's still the top jar... Speaking of this jar... Have you put animal oil?"

"you want me to let go"

"Where, dare not dare..."

Ashe twisted Lothar's face angrily, then turned over and reversed the upper and lower positions of Lothar and himself.

"What are you doing?" Lothar stared blankly at his naked wife.

"So that you won't have extra energy to think about other girls." Ashe shook her head, her silver hair scattered behind her head, "Get ready, I won't let you sleep tonight."

in the tent next door.

Vayne's face was full of black lines, and she couldn't sleep because of the noise of the Lothar couple.

"Are the Freljords so precocious? They should all be a few years younger than me." Vayne could not wait to rush into their tent with a stick and beat the lecherous couple bruised.

But Wei En had to calm down her irritable mood, as long as she gasped, she would be involved in the wound and cause severe pain.

"Damn troll, **** Lothar, **** Freljord..." Vayne cursed in her heart.

That night, Vayne was in pain.

Ashe was very happy that night.

That night, Lothar was miserable and happy.

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Most of the tribes of the Freljord are matriarchal, and although powerful men will also have status, the greatest power is still in the hands of the female leaders.

Some female leaders hate that their blood alliance cheats, allowing other women to conceive their husband's children. But male sexual desire is always strong, and it is difficult for a female leader with multiple blood alliances to satisfy all her husbands at the same time. At the same time, due to the Freljord's custom of favoring women over men, the number of women in most tribes is higher than that of men, and high-ranking women such as war mothers must have multiple husbands to ensure that they can give birth to successors. Many women struggle to bond with men all their lives. So there is the tradition of Zhenfu Stone.

This is a peculiar custom. A man needs to hold a jar all the time when his wife is not around. The jar contains a heavy ice stone and the interlayer is waxed fire animal oil that will keep heating up.

Because of the presence of animal oil, the ice stone will melt at a very slow rate. Before it is completely melted, a man is not allowed to put down the jar to show his loyalty to his wife. But after the ice is completely melted, men have the right to spend the night with other women once. Population can be increased while maintaining harmony within the tribe. There are many children from ordinary families in the Freljord tribe who only know their mother and do not know their father, mostly because their father is actually a blood ally of the war mother and only had a one-night stand with their mother.

--Excerpt from Ezreal's "Valloran's Travels: The Freljord Chapter 1: The Making of Society"

Chapter 77 Distrust

Ashe went out early in the morning with a blushing face. She had to gather all the territories in advance and gather her followers to start the migration.

Lothar crawled off the bed on both legs, almost unsteady.

He supported his waist and said in fear, "As expected of the Frost Bloodline, his physique is much stronger than mine."

Lothar looked at his arm. This arm is not thin, very lean, with solid muscles under the skin, which is considered strong for his age.

But compared with the Frost Bloodline, compared with the magician, compared with the demon, compared with a certain abnormal berserker, it is not worth mentioning.

"Ah..." Lothar shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Lothar just got dressed and was about to dismantle the tent, but saw a jar placed in the center of the curtain.

"It's not... Really..." Lothar can already think that if he doesn't stand up to this jar, what he will face tonight is a more terrifying "hell" than last night.

"It won't melt, what are you doing for me?" Lothar opened the lid of the jar, and there was no animal oil. There was only a hard ice stone in it. In Freljord, if you want an ice stone to melt naturally, it is estimated that you have to wait until Doomsday.

"Go to the shepherd today and ask for two Ernyuk kidneys to replenish your body..." Losa thought, putting the jar on her head.

As soon as Lothar opened the curtain, he saw that Vayne had already packed her tent, wrapped a fur coat to keep out the cold, and was sitting on a stone waiting for him.

Vayne looked tired and had two dark circles under her eyes. But she still tidied up her face a little. The long black hair that was loosely scattered yesterday was tied into a braid at the back of her head.

"Why didn't you sleep well?" Lothar greeted, but in exchange was Wei En's extremely cold gaze.

"You'd better be quiet when you do that," Wei En said through gritted teeth.

Rao Yiluosa's face, knowing that his relationship with his wife had been heard clean, couldn't help but blush a little, he scratched his head embarrassingly: "You heard it, sorry, I will pay attention next time."

Lothar's apology obviously didn't make Vayne happy, she was still full of resentment, if it wasn't for the injuries on her body, Lothar probably would have pounced on her and beat her.

Vayne closed her eyes, as if she would feel angry just by seeing Lothar's face: "Didn't you say you're going to leave early in the morning?"

"It should be leaving soon." Lothar looked at the big tent behind him, a little distressed, "Can you help me dismantle it together? I can't use something like this on my head."

"You can just put it down." Vayne had no intention of helping.

"This... If I put it down, I may have an accident..." Losar said impatiently, "I beg you, just help me."

"What's in here?"

"The Township Stone."

"what?"

"You don't understand, do you want to help?"

Wei En opened her eyes: "Okay, let me repay your favor."

Lothar did not leave a good impression on Vayne. During the whole process of dismantling the tent, Vayne tried to keep a distance of more than three steps from Lothar, and did not take the initiative to chat with him. Lothar wanted to try to open Vayne's chatterbox, but the answers he got were basically only "um" and "oh", which suffocated Lothar, a person who likes to chat.

The tent was packed, and Lothar sorted out his and Ashe's things.

"Just leave your things in the same place." Losar said, "There will be pig herders in the tribe who will use the Juvask wild boar to transport them. Remember which pig shepherd took your things, now Just do whatever you want when you camp out late."

"Um……"

"Can you say something else?" Lothar was a little frantic.

Vayne closed her eyes and ignored him.

"It seems that my enthusiasm is poured on an iron flower." Rosa was a little depressed.

On a new day, the Avarossa Tribe began to move again.

However, unlike in the past, the tribe moved much faster this time, and the number of warriors in charge of the guards doubled. Many of them were still underage and half-old children, and they temporarily came with weapons to recharge.

All had word from Warmother Ashe that the area they were about to travel through was likely troll territory.

Despite Ashe's efforts to appease, there is still an atmosphere of unease in the tribe, and many people are praying to Anivia and Avarosa that they can be safe.

Vayne and Lothar were sitting on the same Juvask wild boar. The tamed Juvask was very docile and could follow the team steadily without a rider. Vayne was sitting on the pig's neck, Lothar was lying on the pig's butt, and the jar was placed on his belly.

Juvaske's pace was steady, but Vayne didn't seem to be very comfortable with such bumps, and her face turned pale.

"You don't want to vomit, right?" Lothar saw Wei En's discomfort at a glance, "No, even a six- or seven-year-old child sitting in Vask wouldn't vomit."

Vayne's eyes shot at Lothar like sharp arrows, but she hesitated.

"Just tell me if you're uncomfortable." Lothar put the jar aside and approached Vayne, "It's not good for you to hold back."

Vayne moved forward, obviously not wanting Lothar to get close.

Lothar laughed angrily: "Why are you so stubborn? If you don't want me to treat you, just say it straight, I will throw you down as soon as possible and wait to die."

Vayne was silent for a long time and took off the blanket from her body.

Lothar sat next to Vayne: "Tell me, what's not comfortable?"

Although facing the person who treated him, Vayne still had no intention of getting close, and replied briefly, "Belly."

"Stomach" Lothar remembered that there was indeed a wound on Vayne's left abdomen, and he stretched out his hand to Vayne, "I lifted your clothes, okay?"

"No……"

Lothar lifted Vayne's shirt, revealing her slender waist in front of him, and the bandage that should have been tightly wrapped around it had become loose.

Lothar couldn't help but said angrily: "You took off the bandage I gave you, why didn't I stress that it couldn't be taken off?"

Vayne didn't answer, just avoided Lothar's gaze.

Lothar could also figure out why she was doing it—distrusting the medicine she was giving her.

Lothar frowned and tore off all the bandages on Vayne's waist. Sure enough, the wound was festering, and the bandages were dyed red and yellow.

"This is great." Lothar sneered. "What's the difference between you and stab yourself?"

Wei En also seemed to know that she had done something wrong and did not reply, but there was no repentance in her tone: "Can it be cured?"

Lothar suddenly had an urge to kick Vayne down the pig's back. He had seen someone who made him so angry once in his long life: "It can be cured, but it will take more time, and it will definitely leave scars. , the ugly kind of scar."

Wei En doesn't seem to have any opinion on this result: "It doesn't matter if there is a scar, as long as it can be cured."

Lothar sneered: "You'd better pray to your Winged Patronus and Lady Veil that your wounds are not infected, or I won't be able to cure them."

Wei En raised eyebrows: "You can't cure it"

"You will suffer the consequences, and I have no obligation to cure you." Lothar took out new herbs from the herb box on the pig's back and replaced them with Vayne, "I'm just a person who can use some herbs. Humans, if you want to recover all at once, you probably have to ask the Frost Priest, you know what the Frost Priest is, right?"

When Lothar mentioned the Frost Priest, Vayne's eyes were obviously cold. Although she concealed it quickly, Lothar was still aware of it.

"A Demacian who hates frost priests...interesting...why do you simply hate magic users?" Lothar's hands kept rubbing the chemical medicine on Vayne's waist, and Vayne seemed to feel a little itchy. The body twitched a little.