Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Whoosh!

The arrow hits exactly...a tree trunk.

Lothar was dumbfounded.

The falcon was frightened and flew away screaming. The prey escaped, but Vayne remained expressionless, walked to the tree trunk, pulled out the arrow, and reloaded it.

"Uh...you've just recovered from your injury, so it's understandable that you didn't perform well." Lothar comforted.

Vayne didn't say anything and continued to look for the next prey.

Vayne's accurate head really opened Lothar's eyes. She met many prey along the way, but she couldn't hit any of them. She always repeated the two actions of shooting arrows and picking up arrows.

"When I started playing with slingshots when I was four or five years old, I was more accurate than her." Lothar thought to himself, silently watching Vayne miss again, scaring a snow rabbit away.

Wei En didn't seem to feel ashamed at all, and trotted over to retrieve the arrow with a calm expression, and reloaded it on the hand crossbow.

"Aren't you pretending?" Lothar couldn't help but asked Vayne.

"Pretend what"

"Your archery." Lothar shook his head, "I really can't stand it anymore."

Wei En said indifferently: "It's normal, I haven't learned to shoot for a few months."

"What about shooting?"

"I have also learned swordsmanship, but it's very bad. The teacher who taught me said that I don't have the talent to practice swords." Wei En said, picking up a branch and comparing his posture, "I learned this kind of thing even more. Duel swordsmanship with one hand behind my back, I thought it was useless, so I gave up."

Lothar didn't know what to say, and it took a long time to say, "Then what are you best at?"

"Literature and music." Vayne said.

Losar slapped his forehead, completely speechless.

After a long time, Lothar said, "Can I touch you?"

Vayne pointed her crossbow at Lothar.

"Don't get me wrong, don't touch your places," Lothar explained. "Just let me touch your upper arms and hands."

Wei En hesitated for a moment, then nodded hesitantly: "If you are not honest, I will shoot an arrow on your head, it will definitely not go wrong."

"Got it." Lothar grabbed Vayne's upper arm and squeezed it hard.

Soft.

He took Vayne's hand again and watched it carefully.

White and tender, let alone calluses, you can't even find a rough place.

Lothar understood, because when she was giving medicine to Wei En, her eyes were always drawn to her **** and buttocks, and she didn't check her body seriously, which led to her making a big mistake—— She is simply an ordinary girl with no strength.

Lothar habitually believed that even if the person who dared to walk alone in the Freljord was not particularly strong, he must have one or two extraordinary strengths, so he subconsciously felt that Vayne was strong. He never imagined that there is an idiot in the world who has no ability to survive in the wild at all, and is bold enough to come to the Freljord alone.

The most outrageous thing is that she is still alive today.

Lothar stared at Wei En's eyes: "Don't tell me, you are a noble lady who grew up pampered."

Wei En shook his head: "My family is not a noble."

Lothar had a little hope.

Wei En continued, "My family is just rich. It's not wrong to say that I grew up pampered."

Lothar's hopes were dashed.

"Why?" Lothar couldn't understand at all, and was about to go crazy. "You, a eldest lady, don't stay at home well, what are you doing here?"

Wei En's face was a little ugly: "I said it, I'm here to exercise."

"Exercise, don't look for such a place all of a sudden, if you can't touch me, you will die!"

But Vayne gave an answer that Lothar didn't expect: "Only by exercising here can I achieve my goal."

Lothar was startled, not understanding what Vayne meant.

But no matter how much he asked, Vayne would not say anything else.

Until the sun completely set, Vayne didn't hit a single prey and returned to the tribe empty-handed.

Vayne checked the hand crossbow, and after confirming that it was all right, she started to build her tent.

"Here." Lothar emerged from behind Vayne with a dinner in her hand.

Wei En said doubtfully: "Didn't you say that you won't give me something to eat if you can't catch the prey?"

Lothar rolled his eyes: "How could I know that you are so weak, if you don't give you food in the future, you won't starve to death."

Wei En hesitated for a while, took over the dinner, and said to Losar for the first time, "Thank you."

Lothar raised his eyebrows and said in his heart, "This girl's temper has improved a lot after she has a weapon..."

Vayne put down the tent and used it as a rug, sitting on it and eating, Lothar also took out a piece of jerky from her pocket and started nibbling on it.

"By the way." Wei En said while eating, "Why do you always accompany me to dinner, don't you accompany your wife?"

Lothar was a little surprised. This was the first time that Vayne took the initiative to chat with him: "Aishie is the mother of war... Do you know what the mother of war means? She is very busy, there are so many people in the Avarossa tribe, and they are all Coming from different places and still at the juncture of migration, there are too many things to deal with and coordinate.”

"Aren't you going to help her?"

"Help" Lothar laughed at himself, "I'm a crippled, and I'm not good at fighting. Although everyone in the tribe knows me because I'm the husband of the war mother, to be honest, not many people will really take me as a The thing is, when Ashe and I got married, there were a lot of opponents. Usually, the most I can do is to help Ashe spread the word..."

As he spoke, Lothar suddenly felt that the jerky in his mouth tasted like chewing wax, so he simply put it back in his pocket and stopped eating it.

"I'm also similar to you...because of being weak...lost a lot of things..." Vayne's eyelids were slightly closed, her long eyelashes trembled, "There is no way for the weak to survive, whether it is Freljord or Demar West Asia."

Lothar didn't answer because he couldn't think of any words to answer.

Suddenly, a loud roar and slashing sound broke the silence of the night.

Vayne and Lothar raised their heads at the same time, and said in unison, "Troll!"

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Only the strong have the right to speak.

- Noxus National Training

Chapter 82 Rescue

The shouting and killing of the sky filled the entire migration team in an instant. Three bright flame pillars tore through the night and rose into the sky. It was a signal from the shaman-the troll was coming.

"It was an arrow shot from the middle of the team." Lothar looked in that direction and gritted his teeth, "The trolls attacked the place with the fewest warriors!"

Vayne held down the hand crossbow on her right arm: "Are trolls so smart while cooking while lighting a fire?"

"Of course not." Lothar stared at the sky, as if waiting for something, "Those people don't have more brains than Olaf, they basically just charge directly, where would they make a sneak attack?"

Wei En is very puzzled: "Then why is this happening?"

Lothar pondered quickly, and the biggest doubt in his mind now was—how did the troll sneak into the flank of the migration team, Ashe's omen's eagle and the beast spirit walkers under his command did not find them.

Just as Lothar was thinking, there was a loud eagle chirping in the sky.

Two long and one short.

Lothar's face suddenly turned ugly: "Aich sent me a signal, and the situation is not optimistic."

"What to do?" Vayne asked.

Lothar looked around. They are now in the back of the migration team. Although there are many warriors who are arranged to guard here, many warriors went to the middle of the team to meet the trolls because of the signal flame just now. There are only a few left, who are using battle cries and whistles to summon the panicked furnace households to gather together, do not run around.

"Bah!"

A shaman who was responsible for blessing this part of the tribe shouted and inserted a totem pole engraved with the ice crystal phoenix Anivia on the ground. The power of magic surged up, and a hemispherical curtain of ice mist unfolded with the totem pole as the center. tens of meters, completely covering it, leaving only a small gap for people to come in.

The warriors shouted loudly, and everyone nearby rushed into the curtain of ice fog.

However, the gathering of the crowd did not go smoothly. It was too dark, and many furnaces had not even built a fire. The noisy battles, shouts, and the different battle cries of various tribes made the situation even more chaotic.

In a panic, a furnace owner heard the wrong whistle and accidentally stepped on the oil basin. The spark from the torch splashed on it, and a fire ignited in an instant, engulfing several tents.

"Damn it." Lothar scolded secretly. The Avarossa tribe had just been established, and the various small tribes had not yet fully adjusted to each other. Usually, it was fine, but at such a time of crisis, it would become a mess.

He took off the jar on his head and put it on the ground, turned to Wei En and said, "I'm going to save people."

Wei En looked at the fire not far away: "Is there anything I can do?"

"Just don't die, run to that hockey puck and stay honest." After Lothar finished speaking, she ignored Vayne and ran towards the fire with the fastest speed.

Sure enough, as expected by Lothar, many furnace households were blocked by the rapidly spreading fire wall. The fire interfered with their sight and couldn't even get around, so they couldn't run into the shaman's shelter.

Lothar looked around, but none of the Iceborn warriors saw them, so they couldn't put out the fire with their True Ice weapons.

"Fight!" Lothar found a small water basin on a nearby table and poured the water directly from head to feet. He took a deep breath, covered his mouth and nose with a damp cloth, and rushed into the fire.

The scorching flames engulfed Lothar, and the water droplets on his body were instantly evaporated.

Fortunately, the wall of fire was not too thick, and Lothar passed through it in just a few breaths.

After passing through the wall of fire, Lothar fell to the ground at once, rolled a few times on the spot, and let the snow extinguish the flames burning on him.

Lothar's face, neck, etc. were a little sore. You didn't even need to look at Lothar to know that he was burned a little, but he didn't have the time to deal with it now.

"Everyone! This way!" Lothar shouted, but the environment was so noisy that his roar was directly drowned out.

"Damn it!" Lothar rubbed her hair irritably, racking her brains for a solution.

Suddenly, a big hand pressed heavily on Lothar's body, almost knocking him down.

"Boy, don't kill yourself and run into the fire." The speaker's voice, Lothar, was very familiar. At such a critical juncture, he seemed to be very calm, with a calm tone.

"Olav" Lothar looked at the berserker in surprise. It was hard to imagine that this fighting madman would appear here. "Didn't you go to fight the troll?"

Olaf sneered and said, "I have not killed twenty or thirty trolls in my life, so it was a bit challenging at first, but then I got tired of it and didn't even bother to kill when I saw it."

Lothar was speechless.

"Right!" Lothar's eyes lit up and suddenly said, "Olav, you are so loud, help me shout twice."

"Shout twice"

"Tell those furnaces to come with us!" Lothar grabbed Olaf's arm, "I'll treat you to a drink later!"

"I've had enough wine for the past few days. I want to eat some delicacies from the mountains and seas."

"Okay! I'll call you!"

"This is what you said, deal!"

Olaf accepted the deal happily, straightened his waist, his chest bulged, and his eyes were as round as two walnuts.

Lothar quickly covered her ears and ran to the side.

"It's very noisy before dinner!!!!!!!!!!" Olaf's majestic roar instantly spread to a large area nearby. The deafening roar of the berserker still penetrated their eardrums, shaking their brains.

For almost an instant, the audience was silent, and everyone stared at Olaf in stunned eyes.

Olaf rubbed his nose proudly: "It's done!"

"This guy is really fierce..." Lothar ran back to Olafson with lingering fears and shouted to everyone, "Everyone listen! I am the blood alliance Lothar of Warmother Ashe! I know where it is safe to be. Everyone just needs to follow my instructions and work together to put out this fire as quickly as possible, and I guarantee that everyone will be safe and sound!”

Almost everyone present recognized Lothar, this ordinary boy with a broken arm became the most controversial topic of discussion in the Avarosa tribe until now. But at this moment, people looked at the not tall figure with his back to the wall of fire, but could not generate any other complicated emotions.

At this moment, only believe.

"We follow Lothar's orders!"

"Follow the arrangements of the War Mother Blood Alliance!"

"What do you want us to do!"

"Very good!" cried Lothar, seeing that the crowd was under control, "all the little ones! Find all the water you can find! Let me know if you find it! Someone who has the strength starts shoveling snow! Find some big ones! Cylinders or basins, shovel as much snow into them as possible..."

Lothar's arrangement was quickly implemented. I don't know if the will to survive broke out. The furnaces performed every task that Lothar completed at a very fast speed.

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Freljord is rich in frost mages, and many shamans in the tribe have a certain degree of frost magic. As for why this happens, there have been different opinions.

One of the most popular explanations is theism. Many gods in the Freljord actually do not pay much attention to human beings in mythology. Ornn the Ram, the **** of fire and forging, likes to hide from the world. The only **** is Anivia, the **** of ice and snow. According to legend, in ancient times, she selflessly imparted the power of mastering ice and snow to humans.

- Excerpted from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Two: Myths and Legends

Chapter 83 Crisis

"Olav, you also help put out the fire." Lothar threw a shovel to Olaf.