Lone Wolf of the Freljord

They are waiting for the Frostguard's approval.

A frost guard raised his hand and pointed at the crowd.

The trolls roared freely, their saliva flowed uncontrollably, and they rushed towards the minions with joyful shouts.

"Stinky beast!" A hoarse juvenile roared from a distance.

Everyone, including the Frost Guards and the trolls, looked at the place in unison.

It was Lothar, who stood awe-inspiringly on the snow, with one arm raised: "Frost Guards! Are you here to attack Avarosa!"

None of the Frostguards spoke, they just looked at Lothar, the darkness under the helmets revealing nothing.

"I am Lothar!" Lothar walked towards them step by step, "I am the blood ally of Ashe, the warmother of Avarossa! My life is worth more than all their lives! You can rush for any purpose. I come!"

"That idiot..." Vayne still hid in the original place, silently watching Lothar who rushed out.

She turned her gaze to the Frostguard and the troll, and a strong sense of disgust came to her mind.

"Dirty beasts... Filthy evil..." Vayne cursed in her heart, and she also wanted to rush out to kill those guys who seemed to symbolize ominous at first sight.

But she can't.

Vayne wanted to be stronger than anyone else.

But she couldn't lift a heavy sword, and she couldn't play a fancy thin sword. She was pampered since she was a child, and she never thought that she would have a day when she wanted to fight. When she really picked up the weapon, she found that her weak arm couldn't even pull the bowstring, so she found someone to customize a crossbow, hoping to rely on it to give herself some fighting power.

But she's not even good at pinpointing her head.

"Damn." Vayne bit her lower lip so hard that she didn't notice until she bit the blood drop.

Lothar kept shouting, the two trolls don't care so much, they already have a delicious meal in front of them that can burst their stomachs, so they don't care about such a small thing as Lothar.

"Damn." Lothar was very anxious, the troll ignored him, and the Frost Guards stopped watching him, didn't take any action, and seemed to have no interest in him at all.

"Calm down, Lothar, think." Lothar kept shouting loudly, hoping to attract the Frost Guard's attention, while thinking quickly, "Why did the trolls collude with the Frost Guard for Ashe? "

Lothar remembered the dead Marukolo, the frost priest who had lurked in the Avarosa tribe for several years, just to interfere with Glenna's finding of Avarosa's throne.

But no matter what Lothar thinks, he can't think of a reasonable explanation for the Frost Guards teaming up with trolls. It is common for trolls to slaughter humans, and the Frost Guards are keen to invade any tribe that does not obey Lissandra's beliefs. It is not surprising that the Avarossa tribe was attacked by either of them, but it was strange that they were attacked by both.

The trolls had approached the tribesmen, they huddled together in fear, and the stench of the trolls' mouths had reached their noses.

A troll grinned greedily, and stretched its gigantic claws to a sword-wielding Avarossa warrior.

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The Frostguard is a mysterious, extremely powerful tribe with an unpredictable style.

On the one hand, they widely sent frost priests to the various tribes of the Freljord, providing magical and medical help, and preaching the faith of the frost witch Lissandra. On the other hand, they often sent troops to carry out mass slaughter of many tribes, but never for food or territory. They just showed up without warning and left when the carnage was complete.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Six: A Chronicle of the Horde

Chapter 85: The Fierce Battle

Whoosh!

A sharp air-breaking sound attracted everyone's attention, and when the air-breaking sound stopped, the troll's hand hung in the air.

Its eyes rolled, as if it didn't realize what was going on. The delicious human flesh was close at hand, but it was strange that no matter how hard it tried, it was difficult for its hands to advance half a point.

Its head was penetrated by a spear, and its head was shattered in half by the huge impact. The spear was stuck in its head, and the spearhead was stained with blood and brains.

All the people present were shocked, only Vayne's eyes flashed with joy, and she stood up directly from the hiding place: "Frey!"

Lothar's reaction was the fastest. He was the first to spot the spear thrower. She was lurking in the shadows, but Lothar only saw her back with long gray hair, and then lost sight of her. trace of her.

"Someone is helping us" Lothar didn't know who was coming, but he knew that the opportunity should not be missed.

Holding the knife in his left hand, he roared and charged with all his might, trying to disrupt the Frost Guards so they couldn't spot the attacker's location.

A bow-wielding Frostguard pointed an arrow at Lothar, and the sharp arrow was fired.

Lothar could clearly see the trajectory of the arrow, but his body couldn't respond immediately. Even though he tried his best to pounce to the side, the arrow still scratched his shoulder.

Seeing that the arrow did not kill the enemy Lothar, the Frost Guard shot the arrow again.

But he couldn't shoot it out. An arrow precisely hit his armpit, which was the weak point of his full body armor. The arrow penetrated the inner soft armor and pierced directly into his heart.

"Good job!" Even Lothar, who has used a bow for more than ten years, couldn't help applauding the superb archery of the man who helped him.

The death of a companion raised the collective vigilance of the Frost Guards, who quickly gathered to ignore the helpless tribesmen.

"Run to me!" Seeing that the Frost Guards no longer surrounded the people, Lothar immediately shouted over there.

Many people in the tribe were rescued by Lothar from the wall of fire before, and now they subconsciously chose to believe in Lothar, and the crowd pushed me and started to escape.

The mysterious supporters also boosted the morale of the Avarossa warriors, who, despite their small numbers, bravely charged forward and attacked the enemy.

"Roar!" The living troll roared angrily. It had just recovered from the death of its companion troll when it found that its delicious meal was actually trying to escape.

It angrily punched the dead troll's corpse, stabbed it through the body, and then threw the corpse away, roaring and chasing after the fleeing tribesmen.

"Come on!" Lothar shouted, but some furnaces were still slow. One of the furnaces was caught by the troll. Before he could scream, the troll slammed his head into the mouth and bit him.

"Fuck!" Lothar exclaimed.

The troll just ate the poor furnace man's head, threw the corpse aside, and continued his pursuit.

Whoosh!

An arrow flew past Lothar's head and pierced the troll's neck.

Lothar looked back, Wei En was raising his arm, and the hand crossbow was automatically loaded with the next arrow: "Why am I surprised that the animal is so big that I can still shoot it."

"Good job!" Lothar reached into his hunting pocket and grabbed a crossbow arrow that belonged to Vayne. "Keep shooting, don't stop!"

The arrows shot by the hand crossbow were obviously not strong enough to kill the troll, but caused a very shallow wound. Instead, the troll became more violent and charged towards Lothar and the others at an accelerated rate. Vayne kept shooting at the troll, and more than a dozen arrows were pierced on the troll's body, but each of them had no obvious effect, and it was not even a minor injury to the troll. Fortunately, there was an Avarossa warrior who desperately resisted, which slowed down the speed of the troll slightly.

"Come on!" Losara held the hand of a man who was carrying the fainted shaman on his shoulders. "You take them to a safe place! Don't go to the battlefield! Protect them!"

After the confession, Lothar stood behind the fleeing minions. At the same time, the troll had torn the brave Avarossa soldier in half.

Vayne began to reload the next round of arrows and asked, "Aren't we going to run?"

"We can't run if the trolls are chasing at full speed. Blindly escaping will only waste the time that the warrior gave us with his life." Lothar said, "It must be stopped here."

Vayne didn't say anything, just pulled the crossbow's extension and fought side by side with Lothar.

"Is that the one who helped us, the Frey you said?" Lothar asked.

The troll had killed all the Avarossa warriors who stood in his way, and it was getting closer.

"Well." Wei En couldn't help but put on a smile, "She is my savior and my teacher."

"you like her"

"I respect her."

"I'm also your savior, why don't you respect me?"

"I started to respect you after you cut off the hand that touched my chest."

"That's fine."

The troll was less than a hundred paces away from them.

"You step back first, I'll attract its attention, you try to shoot at the vulnerable place like its eyes." Lothar lowered his body slightly.

"Then I can't step back." Vayne also followed Lothar's example and put on a stance, "I'm afraid I won't be able to shoot if I stay away."

Lothar sneered: "If we all survive, I will teach you to shoot arrows."

"You, a man with a broken hand, taught me to shoot arrows"

"Don't believe me, before I broke my hand, I was a perfect marksman."

"I really don't believe it."

"cut."

The troll was only thirty paces away.

"Prepare." Lothar whispered.

Vayne tensed up.

The stench of the troll crept into Vayne's nose.

"Jump!" cried Lothar.

The troll's arm slammed into Lothar and Vayne like a battering ram, and the two jumped to the side at the same time. The troll's heavy fist smashed into the snow, and the snow and broken rocks splashed.

After Lothar fell to the ground, he quickly rolled and jumped. He slipped into the back of the troll, stabbed the knife hard at its knee, and then quickly moved away, so as not to give the troll a chance to attack him.

Wei En danced a little late, and the aftermath of the shock sent her flying a dozen steps, her head was buzzing a little, and there was another sharp pain in her chest, and her newly healed ribs seemed to have broken a few more. .

Wei En shook her head vigorously, forcing herself to recover, holding back the pain, and aiming her arms at the troll's head, firing arrows in a row no matter what.

She knows how bad her archery skills are, so instead of wasting time aiming, she might as well take a chance on her luck.

But Vayne was not lucky today, less than half of the arrows fell on the troll's head, and none of them hit the eye.

"It's too far." Vayne ran towards the troll while loading new arrows.

The troll let out an angry roar, and slammed his fists at Lothar, while Lothar tried his best to dodge. He knew that even if he was hit with a punch, he would be shattered, and even if he didn't die, he would definitely not be able to stand up.

Luckily, Lothar's evasion ability was amazing. The light body kept tossing and turning, barely dodging every punch of the troll, and he could take the opportunity to stab it while it was attacking.

Although with Lothar's arm strength, even the troll's fur can't be cut open, leaving only a shallow bloodstain, but as long as he can keep angering the troll, let the troll's attention always be on him and keep Vayne safe Archery in the environment, Lothar's mission is complete. In fact, with Lothar's ability, at this moment, that's all he can do.

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There is no glory in bullying the weak, and you are a true Demacian who can defeat an enemy stronger than you.

—Speech at the Intrepid Pioneer's Entry Ceremony

Chapter 86 Lore

During the battle, Lothar looked at the battlefield on the other side. There are only two or three Avarossa warriors fighting against the Frost Guards. It stands to reason that this should be a battle without suspense, but with the help of the mysterious woman named Frey, the outcome of the battle was suddenly changed. became confusing.

She hides in the shadows, constantly shooting arrows to interfere with the movements of the Frost Guards, but the Frost Guards can't find her anyway. And every time she appeared briefly, a frost guard would fall.

"Amazing!" Even knowing a fierce man like Olaf, Lothar couldn't help but marvel at Frey.

However, the troll's offensive does not allow Lothar to have too many superfluous thoughts. It seems to have endless energy, and its fists push Lothar into a corner.

Lothar's stamina has begun to run out, but the troll is not at all tired.

Lothar knew that if he didn't kill the troll soon enough, he would surely die.

"What is Vayne doing!" Lothar looked for Vayne's location, but found that the weak girl was clumsily rushing towards the troll.

Needless to say, Lothar also knew what Vayne wanted to do, but Vayne was different from him. Lothar didn't have the slightest expectation that the daughter of the rich could evade the attacks of trolls as deftly as he did.

"This is the only way!" Lothar threw away the knife, and quickly reached into the hunting pocket with his left hand, and found a small cloth bag accurately.

With a firm grip, Lothar crushed the bag and threw it at the troll's face.

Countless red dust drifted into the air with Lothar's hand.

What Lothar threw out was the dried and ground powder of snow-melting peppers. The main purpose of this extremely spicy pepper is to expel some specific beasts besides eating.

But it also has a very practical use, although it only lasts for a short time - irritating eyes.

The troll's eyes suddenly turned red, and the severe pain prevented him from opening his eyes. He roared and covered his eyes, kicking wildly with his legs.

Lothar stumbled out of the troll's attack range and shouted to Vayne, "Chance! Shoot in the mouth!"

Vayne nodded to Lothar, strode forward as much as she could, ran behind the troll, and unexpectedly stepped on the troll's back, grabbing the body hair on the troll's shoulders and neck with both hands.

Lothar was dumbfounded: "What is she doing?"

The troll felt someone climb on his back, and it swung wildly, hoping you could knock Vayne off.

But this girl who can't fight at all seemed to have some strength in the crisis. No matter how her internal organs were thrown into the sea, Wei En held on to those manes tightly and didn't let go.

The troll was furious, and it reached back, trying to grab the human who dared to run wild on it, and twist her into meat sauce.

"Not good!" Lothar saw the troll's movements, and rushed forward quickly, a sliding shovel pulled the distance, and picked up the knife that was thrown on the ground just now, while the troll was defenseless, the knife fiercely The ground stuck in the troll's crotch - the most painful place for all humanoids.

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!" The troll let out a heart-piercing roar, ignoring the humans on his back with his arms, and slammed it to the ground.

Lothar planned to let go the moment the knife completely pierced the flesh, but the troll's punch was too terrifying. Although he didn't hit Lothar directly, the shock wave still blew Lothar away, and then savagely fell on the snow.

Although Lothar tried his best to adjust his position in the air so that he wouldn't face his head on the ground, the fall broke one of his lower shin bones.

"The rest is up to you." Lothar felt the congestion in his chest, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.