Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Vayne lived up to the time Lothar bought her.

The troll's attention was all attracted by the severe pain from his crotch. Vayne struggled to climb up, clutching the mane with her left hand, and her feet reluctantly stepped on the troll's shoulders.

The troll seemed to sense something was wrong, but it was too late.

Vayne's right arm slammed into the troll's **** mouth, and the hand crossbow stabbed directly into its throat.

The troll's fangs also scratched Vayne's arm at the same time, but she didn't care and stabbed it with all her strength.

The troll reacted—something got into his mouth, up to his throat, making it painful and out of breath. .

The effectiveness of the snow-melting pepper powder gradually weakened, and the troll regained a little vision, but it was still hazy, and he couldn't see anything.

It subconsciously began to close its mouth, it was going to bite the contents of its mouth to a pulp.

"Go to hell!" This was the last human language the troll heard in his life. He didn't understand what it meant, but he heard anger and pleasure.

The troll was frightened, it smelled the breath of death, and bit down hard with its big mouth.

Vayne pulled the trigger frantically, and the arrows kept shooting down the troll's throat one by one.

"Ahhh!" Vayne roared, her right arm tumbling randomly, and the arrow pierced the troll's lungs, heart, gallbladder, and head.

The troll's teeth gnawed an inch into the flesh of Vayne's arm, and then it couldn't go any further.

The huge body of the troll slammed to the ground, and Vayne also fell to the ground, and her arm was stuck in the mouth by the troll's teeth, causing excruciating pain.

"Hu...hu...hu..." Wei En lay on the ground, the pain on her body, and the snowflakes that kept falling on her, she couldn't feel them.

She just feels happy.

The joy of killing monsters.

"Hahahahahaha!" Vayne laughed out loud.

How long has it been since she laughed like this, Vayne doesn't know, but she is sure that this is the happiest moment she has experienced since her parents died.

Lotsa dragged her broken leg and walked to Vayne: "What are you laughing at?"

"I... I'm very happy..." Wei En laughed until tears came out.

"What a crazy girl." Lothar looked at Vayne's arm, the troll's fangs were still stuck in the flesh, dripping with blood, "Why do you do this?"

"I... I'm afraid to shoot from the outside... I won't be able to shoot through this beast's skin." Wei En twitched with laughter, she coughed a few times, and gradually calmed down, "I'm even more afraid that I won't be able to shoot accurately."

Lothar couldn't help laughing: "Looks like I was wrong."

"what's wrong"

"You're not a spoiled eldest lady." Lothar pinched Vayne's **** face, "You're a little she-wolf who hasn't grown teeth yet."

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The battle on the Frost Priest's side is also over.

All the Avarossa warriors on the scene were killed, but they managed to help Frey kill every Frostguard.

Frey stood alone in the middle of the battlefield, covered in blood.

Seeing that the Frost Guard was taken care of, Lothar's heart was temporarily put down. He pried open the troll's mouth and carefully helped Vayne pull her arm out.

"I'm going to give you medicine now. Trolls even eat corpses. If you don't deal with them quickly, your bite wounds are likely to be infected." Lothar took off Vayne's hand crossbow and tore off her right side. Arm sleeves, use snow to clean the foul-smelling troll drool from Vayne's arms.

"Hey..." When the snow ball was applied to the wound, Wei En sucked in a breath of cold air and gritted her teeth, "You are sure to use snow to cover the wound."

Lothar flicked Vayne's forehead: "Will I still hurt you, don't worry, the snowflakes from Anivia are pure, not a single dust."

Vayne didn't know who this Anivia was, but it seemed to be a bird-like **** believed by the Freljords. Vayne naturally did not believe in the beliefs of barbarians, but she chose to believe in Lothar.

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According to legend, every snowflake, every cold wind, every ice crystal in the Freljord was created by Anivia. This ice crystal phoenix, which is constantly dying and constantly reborn, symbolizes protection, love, rebirth and purity at the same time. She will wash away all impurity and evil, and guard the Freljord from generation to generation. Snow and ice itself is the source of water for the Freljord, and they believe that snow and ice remain absolutely pure until they melt, so they often use it to wipe wounds or perform rituals.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter Two: Myths and Legends

Chapter 87: Vayne's Story

After cleaning Vayne's right arm, the terrifying wound on it was still bleeding, and Lothar began to fumble for herbs in her hunting pocket to stop the bleeding.

"It hurts!" The moment the herbs were applied to the wound, Wei En was so in pain that she almost jumped up, she said with tears in her eyes, "It hurts to death!"

"Hold on!" ordered Lothar. "If you don't want to lose an arm like I did, hold on for me."

Hearing this, Wei En really stopped screaming, holding her breath and saying nothing.

A strong figure slowly walked towards them.

It was the first time Lothar saw this middle-aged woman. She had gray hair, a wolf fur coat, a longbow and a quiver on her back, and a spear in her hand. The one in the troll's head.

Lothar looked up and down this powerful woman. She didn't have a real ice weapon, so she couldn't tell if she was of the ice bloodline.

"Frey!" Vayne's eyes showed joy, "You're here to pick me up!"

Frey was expressionless, just looking at the arm that Lothar was treating belonged to Vayne: "You are too reckless, there is no need to fight in this way."

Vayne smiled wryly and replied in Freljord: "No way, I only thought of this way at the time."

"You speak Freljord very well." Lothar rolled her eyes at Vayne.

Vayne said coldly, "Of course I understand Freljord. When you scolded me in front of me, I remembered every word clearly."

Lothar clicked his tongue and said, "You really hold grudges, and you care about the bigger snowflakes."

"I'll remember it for the rest of my life."

Frey looked at Lothar and Vayne who were bickering and asked, "Lovers"

"No!" Lothar and Vayne replied in unison.

Frey shook his head and said to Vayne, "I don't mean to blame you for being reckless, Vayne. Instead, I should praise you."

Frey squatted down and patted Vayne's head lightly: "Good job."

Wei En narrowed her eyes, revealing a rare joyful smile from her heart.

"Cough cough!" Lothar coughed dryly while applying the medicine, and smiled kindly at Frey, "Don't you want to introduce me? I'm Lothar, the Avarossa, the blood alliance of the War Mother."

Frey nodded in greeting: "I'm Frey, there is no tribe."

"There is no tribe." Lothar was stunned for a moment. In the Freljord, where it is difficult to survive even if it is not dependent on each other, even the cold bloodline, a lone wanderer without a tribe is really rare.

"Well." Frey said indifferently, without explaining in detail, turned to Wei En and said, "Do you really want to learn from me?"

"Learning" Lothar looked at Vayne and Frey, and there seemed to be a story between them that they didn't know.

"Yeah." Wei En didn't care about the injury, she propped herself up with her left hand, "I want to learn from you, and I hope I can be like you!"

Frey's eyes flickered, as if he was still thinking.

"That." Lothar took out the bandage, wrapped Vayne's right arm tightly, and interjected, "I don't mind if you want to reminisce, but the battle isn't over yet."

The three of them looked in one direction in unison. In the distance, the fire was soaring into the sky, the cold wind was howling, and the dark clouds were surging.

"Frey," Lothar asked solemnly to the female warrior. "Do you know why the trolls and the Frostguard came to attack us?"

Frey looked at Lothar, the weak young man who stood up to protect the furnace gave her a good impression: "I know, but I won't be able to tell for a while."

"Is that so..." Lothar pondered for a while, and looked at Frey earnestly, "Although you are not from Avarossa, since you are here, I still hope you can help us."

Vayne glanced at Lothar, and gently pulled Frey's arm with her left hand: "Help them."

Frey smiled at Wei En: "I will help even if he doesn't say anything."

The female warrior stood up, her sturdy stature seemed very tall at the moment: "The Frost Guard is my mortal enemy."

Watching Frey rush to the battlefield and disappear into the shadows, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief: "With Olaf, Ashe and Frey, we should be able to win."

"Do you think we can win?" Vayne lay on the snow again, looking at the night that was dyed red by the flames.

Lothar couldn't help but take a few more glances at Vayne's face. This was the first time she said "we" to Lothar.

Lothar sat cross-legged, dealing with his fractured calf, and said, "We will win."

"Really..." Wei En whispered, "Where is my crossbow?"

"You are still thinking about your crossbow." Lothar picked up Vayne's hand crossbow, checked it, and handed it to Vayne, "Well, it's okay, it seems that there is only one place stuck, tomorrow I will Fix it for you."

"Thank you." Wei En held the hand crossbow with her left hand, and the cold metal casing made her feel at ease.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the joy, the joy of the rest of her life, the joy of reuniting after a long absence, the joy of defeating a powerful enemy...

"Tell me about that Frey." Lothar suddenly said, "Who is she and how did you know her?"

Wei En was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I grew up in Demacia. Although I am not a noble, my family is very rich. My parents treat me very well. I can do what I like. I think I will So happy all the time.”

Vayne seemed to answer the question, but Lothar didn't interrupt her.

"But happiness came to an abrupt end." Wei En's voice was hoarse, "My parents died, at the hands of a demon."

Lothar's hand to deal with the wound stagnated slightly, and then continued to listen silently.

"I still can't forget that scene, the demon stood on my parents' bodies and smiled at me." Wei En's tone became angry and unwilling, "I swear, I will find her and kill her. The devil."

"An old-fashioned revenge story." Lothar thought to himself. He had heard a lot of such stories in Freljord and Demacia. The storytellers in the tavern liked this routine the most. Honestly, he was tired of hearing it. But after realizing the intense hatred radiating from the girl beside him, Lothar couldn't say anything.

"Out of curiosity, let me ask." Lothar said, "What does the devil who killed your parents look like?"

Wei En's face froze, as if recalling the past made her feel pain: "The appearance of a woman is very beautiful... She looks like a fake... She has sharp horns on her head and is purple all over."

Lothar clenched his left hand sharply, clenching his teeth.

"But as you can see, I'm weak." Vayne didn't notice Lothar's unnatural look, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "In the beginning, I wanted to ask Demacian seekers or fearless vanguards to come for me. revenge, but none of them believed that my parents died at the hands of demons, they said it was stupid that there could be no demons in Demacia. So I decided to get my revenge on my own, and went to the smithy and ordered one Silver sword, but when the sword was in my hand, I found that I was struggling just to hold it."

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Frontier Routine Report, Valzhu Mountains, Noxian Year 988, Dragon's Blood Moon:

The situation of rogues on the border has improved to a great extent this month. After four rounds of siege and suppression, a considerable number of bandits are willing to lay down their weapons and surrender. Only a small number of stubborn and remnants are still stubbornly resisting. It is expected that they can be wiped out within two months.

There was also a notable event this month, with a number of new messages on the ground about the establishment of a new denomination. Rumors have it that the sect believes in a coquettish demon of unsurpassed beauty, and her followers will kidnap humans and take them to holy places in the mountains as sacrifices. The veracity of this rumor has not yet been verified. But please ask the Legion to reserve a mage regiment for the Valzhu Mountains area, in case some evil mage may be in trouble.

—Included in the Noxus Region Monthly Report Collection

Chapter 88 Mystery

Wei En took a deep breath, the cold air at night seemed to freeze her lungs, but the warmth in her blood made her feel cold: "I tried for a long time, and I barely found one that I could use right away. The weapon, that's it."

Vayne gripped the crossbow tightly.

"The monster that killed my parents used evil dark magic." Vayne continued, "I hate magic, but only dark magic makes me hate it. It only kills innocent people and ruins people's lives."

Lothar does not object to this. He has also seen some dark magic users, and none of them are good people, such as Marukolo, such as the nightmare of Fosborough.

"I swore that I would kill all users of dark magic. I checked a lot of books on how to fight dark magic, but nothing came of it." Vayne opened her eyes slightly, looking at the dangling on her eyelashes. Snowflake, "My father and mother traveled all over Runeterra before they gave birth to me, and they told me stories of the Freljord's iceborn warriors fighting the evil Frost Witch's minions."

Lothar calmed down his turbulent mood and asked, "That's why you came here to learn how to fight. Do you know that you are likely to die?"

"It's reckless and stupid, right? But I don't have a choice. If I can't get revenge, it's better for me to die." Wei En clenched her crossbow tightly, her fingers hurt slightly from the cold shell, "I'm alone. I came here alone and didn't know how to survive in the wild. I almost froze to death a few times, and was almost eaten by a bear once, but I was lucky and barely survived."

"Then you are really lucky." Lothar touched Wei En's forehead and wiped the snow from her hair. "Perhaps your parents are blessing you."

For the first time, Vayne didn't resent Lothar touching her, and murmured, "Maybe... but when I met a troll for the first time, I thought I was really going to die."

"Frey saved you," Lothar guessed.

"Yeah." Vayne's eyes flashed a little bit, "Frey was a wandering warrior, her child died at the hands of the Frost Guard, and she fought against the Frost Guard's dark magic all her life."

Vayne gently pushed Lothar's hand away and sat up: "I think she is very similar to me. All of my relatives died in the hands of evil beings, and my mind is full of revenge. So I decided to let her teach me. How to fight."

"Her answer is"

"She rejected me." Vayne sighed, "She said that I was seventeen years old and missed the best age to exercise. But I didn't give up and tried every means to beg her."

Lothar looked at Vayne, the thin girl sitting on the snow, teetering in the wind, as if snowflakes could crush her.

"And then, Frey didn't seem to be able to take me anymore and left alone." Vayne hugged her knees, "I wanted to find her, but I ended up falling into the trap of a troll, and then you saved me. "

Lothar remembered the day he found Vayne, and a string of wolf footprints led him to Vayne.

The series of footprints finally turned into a human appearance.

"Frey is a shapeshifter." Lothar's face was a little gloomy. "How did she learn to shapeshift in case..."

The play Lothar knows that the only way for humans to transform into animals, except for some particularly powerful beast walkers, is to rely on... dark magic.

Lothar thought it strange at first. Frey had neither a true ice weapon nor any sign of magic in his hands. He could kill a troll and ten frost guards in seconds with his skills alone. It was a bit incredible to think about. But if she draws on some power she shouldn't, then things seem to make sense...

Lothar looked at Vayne, and the girl looked in the direction of the battlefield with a faint expectation in her eyes.