Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Vayne was a little confused, she was willing to believe Frey's words, but what she said seemed like a fictional story to deceive a child.

Vayne glanced at the True Ice Longbow belonging to Ashe on the weapon rack. She had heard about the power of this weapon before she came to the Freljord, and when she first saw it, she couldn't help being fascinated by its beauty and beauty. Attracted by the power contained in it.

"A weapon..." Vayne touched his hand crossbow, which Lothar had repaired.

It was undoubtedly the best weapon for her, but it was still too weak.

Lothar and Ashe also felt that Frey's words sounded absurd. How big should a stick made of real ice be wielded with the size of a troll?

"Why can he use the True Ice weapon?" Ashe asked, "Where did he get such a big True Ice?"

"That's why the trolls colluded with the Frost Guard." Frey drank the water, "I checked it for a long time, and I am basically certain that this troll king... has taken refuge with the Frost Guard. Because every time he attacked the human horde, he shouted about himself...and the name of the Frost Witch."

Everyone present fell silent, except for Olaf, of course, who sneezed.

"This makes sense." Lothar's eyes flickered, "If it's the Frost Guard, it really has the ability to provide the troll king with such a huge real ice weapon. The reason why the trolls were able to avoid our reconnaissance and sneak attack successfully, Most likely it was also aided by the magic of the Frost Guard. But what was the purpose of their alliance? To attack all the Horde indiscriminately?"

Ashe couldn't help but get nervous, and Lothar asked the question she cared about most.

"There's no difference..." Frey thought for a while, "I've investigated a lot of tribes, and many of them haven't been attacked by them. Although I'm not quite sure how they choose their targets, I probably have a guess. ."

Everyone listened attentively, except, of course, Olaf, who was picking his booger.

Frey said slowly: "I found that the frost guards and trolls prefer to attack tribes with more ice blood, such as the big tribe in the north, the Claws of Winter, you should have heard of it."

Ashe and Lothar looked at each other, and the silver-haired girl asked anxiously, "How is the Claw of Winter?"

Ashe's reaction surprised Frey, and didn't understand why she cared so much about Winter's Claw: "The frost guards and trolls attacked one of Winter's Claw's hunting grounds, and I passed by by accident, so I joined the fight. "

"What happened?" Ashe squeezed Lothar's hand.

"Like you, a tragic victory." Frey recalled, "I still remember a little iceborn girl in Winter's Claw who made a great contribution, probably about the same age as you. Maybe Winter's Claw will kill a lot of people, and the little girls now are really better than each other."

Ashe was slightly relieved, she looked at Lothar, who nodded to him. Needless to say, they all knew who Frey was talking about the brave Winter's Claw girl.

"Do you like to attack tribes with a lot of iceborn..." Lothar pondered, "This is very strange, Lissandra's teachings are not hostile to the ice bloodline?"

"I don't know, and it's just my speculation." Frey touched Vayne's hair, "I've told you everything I know, in short, Freljord is not very peaceful now. It's getting colder every year, and I still don't know what the frost guards and trolls will do. If you want to migrate, you'd better speed up the process, and I'll take this child away."

"Go!" Even Wei En couldn't help but be taken aback.

Lothar said, "You helped us, we haven't repaid you yet, and Wei En's injury hasn't healed yet."

Frey smiled slightly: "As I said, I don't need anything in return. I only help you because the person who attacked you happens to be my enemy. The child's injury is not serious, and I can treat her."

Ashe also helped to persuade: "There's no need to go in such a hurry, we haven't entertained you yet."

"I really don't need it." Frey stood up and said to Vayne, "Do you want to follow me? Vayne, if you follow me, I can promise to train you, but I can't promise how much I will train you. Strong, but I can at least let you live on your own."

A trace of joy flashed in Vayne's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. She glanced at Lothar inadvertently, and then said firmly to Frey, "I do."

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Hordes of trolls are found throughout the Freljord, and they are constantly on the move, not to chase the sun or escape the cold snap, but to follow the tribes of humans.

In the Freljord, all tribes need their own hunting grounds to survive. For trolls, wherever there are humans, everything is their hunting ground.

- Excerpted from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter 6: A Chronicle of the Horde

Chapter 91: The Holy City of Rakstark

"It seems that I can't keep you." Lothar shook his head, "I originally wanted you to stay in Avarosa."

Frey smiled: "Thank you for your kindness, but after so many years, I'm used to being alone, and I'm not used to living in the tribe, so let's forget it."

Frey took Vayne out of the tent, and Lothar and Ashe came out to see them off.

Before leaving, Vayne looked at Lothar and said softly in Demacian, "You saved my life. If we meet again in the future, I will pay you back."

It was the first time that Lothar was treated so warmly by Vayne. He grinned and replied in Demacian, "Then I'm looking forward to it."

Frey and Vayne left, just as suddenly as they came, and they both disappeared into the snowy night together, not knowing where they would go next.

Lothar still hadn't told Vayne about the coquettish demon and Frey's possible dark magic.

"Sometimes ignorance is a blessing..." Lothar thought for a while, "Frey doesn't seem like a bad person. She left the wolf footprints that led me to Vayne on purpose...for what?"

Lothar didn't come up with an answer, so he simply didn't think about it. Frey must have his own wisdom to survive in the Freljord by himself for so many years. Vayne also believed in her more than herself, and instead of making troubles herself, it was better for Frey to deal with it herself.

The pain from the waist interrupted Lothar's thinking. It was Ashe, who was looking at Lothar suspiciously: "What love words did you and Vayne secretly say?"

Lothar secretly said that it was not good. Before leaving, Vayne did not forget to pit him, and deliberately spoke to Lothar in a soft and soft Demacian language that Ashe could not understand, causing Ashe to misunderstand.

Lothar just wanted to defend himself, but saw Ashe shook his head vigorously: "I'm sorry, Lothar, I shouldn't think about this, the tribe will migrate tomorrow, we have to hurry up."

Lothar sighed inwardly, Ashe is really worried about the tribe now.

What saddens Lothar the most is that he has little ability to share for Ashe.

"Go and rest for a while." Lothar patted Ashe's back, "I'll boil some hot water for you to wash the blood stains on your body, and I'll call you later."

"Well..." Ashe replied briefly, and walked back to the tent worriedly.

Olaf also walked out of the tent at the same time. Unlike Ashe, he seemed a little excited, and he hugged Lothar directly in his arms: "Boy! I think about it, the troll king Roshzi said by that **** is pretty good. Reliable! Or just go **** that guy! Zhenbing is a big stick! Smashing a few more sticks will definitely kill Lao Tzu!"

Lothar rolled his eyes, didn't have time to pay attention to this berserker with abnormal brain circuits, broke free from his embrace, and said: "Don't think about it, we don't know where the troll king is, How to find it or go to Lax Stark honestly first, I said I will find you a strong opponent, and I promise not to be weaker than that troll king."

"That's it... It's done. I was relieved last night, so I will endure it a little longer." Olaf scratched his head and looked around. "What about the old ladies, I still want to ask her about the troll king."

"Didn't you hear when we were chatting just now? She's gone"

"ha go"

"He is a very strong warrior. One person can kill ten frost guards and one troll. He is not interested in staying in our tribe." After Lothar finished speaking, he left the dumbfounded Olaf, who picked up snow and boiled water by himself. went.

After a long time, Olaf burst into a burst of wailing: "Fuck! Why didn't you say it earlier! If I knew that the old lady was so strong, I should have fought with her! Maybe I will die! Fuck! "

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Avarossa's migrating team accelerated their pace, as fast as they could, but Ashe didn't even cut off the time to make a fire and rest. Now the morale of the tribe is low. If the tribesmen do not even rest well, it will be counterproductive.

The food reserves are rapidly depleting, and the atmosphere of unease has always loomed over the hearts of the Avarosa tribe. If Ashe hadn't organized speeches every day to cheer people up, the entire tribe might have been torn apart.

The only good news - the frost guards and trolls are no longer attacking the migrating party.

The migration team arrived at the holy city of Avarossa with the sadness after the three-point battle, the joy of the rest of the life after the three-point disaster, the expectation of the three-point battle mother Ashe, and the confusion and fear of the future for the last point— Lacoste.

The Avarossa tribe walked across the straits, over the mountains, across the tundra, and finally came here.

Most of the city has been deserted, but the glory of the past can still be vaguely seen.

Only a small group of people and some devout priests who served Avarossa lived in the city. When Ashe arrived with the mighty migratory tribe and showed his holy bow, he did not hear any objections. Voice, the locals warmly invited Ashe and the new Avarosa tribe into the city.

"It's finally here..." Ashe stepped into the land of Rakstark for the first time, and she sighed a long time. During this time, she had been worried about the re-attack of the frost guards and trolls, and she was physically and mentally exhausted.

One arm supported Ashe, who almost fell, and it was Lothar. He whispered in the girl's ear: "Hold on for a while, I haven't gone to the pilgrimage yet."

Ashe looked behind him, and there were all excited priests, shamans, and tribesmen, who followed Ashe on the road leading to the Sanctuary of Avarosa.

"Yes... Hold on for a while..." Ashe glanced at Lothar gratefully, striving to take firm steps, step by step towards the sanctuary.

Even before the Avarossa tribe had entered the city, and it was several kilometers away from Lakstark, the appearance of the statue of the sanctuary could be clearly seen—a huge statue of Avarossa. Now that they have arrived at the foot of the sanctuary, the true face of the statue is becoming clearer.

She is all made of ice crystals. I don't know what kind of magic the craftsmen who cast her have to have to carve her out. Every detail is extremely real, like a real person. It is unknown when she was created, the statue of Avarossa has been in the city since the oldest story, and even as time passed, she was never destroyed or melted .

Avarossa, as in the legend, is cold and beautiful, majestic and sacred. She stood proudly on the ground, long hair draped behind her head, holding a long bow, watching the distant mountains.

Lothar looked at Ashe's profile and murmured, "It really looks like..."

Even Ashe himself had to admit that this huge Avarossa statue was too similar to her, both in terms of temperament and appearance, the two were strikingly similar. It is really hard to tell the difference between the two, except that Ashe, who is not yet an adult, looks younger.

"Mom..." Ashe stopped and looked up at the huge statue, thinking of Glenna, and now she seems to understand a little bit why her mother would spend her life looking for Avarosa's throne for her.

"Glena may have been here." Lothar put her arms around Ashe's shoulders, "I found that you are so similar to Avarosa, and she believes that you are the reincarnation of Avarosa. She may hope that you can revive Avarosa. Rosa tribe."

Ash's nose twitched.

The cheers of the crowd behind Ashe became louder and louder. After seeing this magnificent colossus with their own eyes, they are now almost certain that their mother of war is really the reincarnation of the ancient queen Avarossa.

"Let's go." Lothar turned her back to the fiery cheers and patted Ashe's back lightly, "The way to the Sanctuary is still long."

"Well..." Ashe took a deep breath, the cold air of Freljord calmed her down, this is the cold she has been breathing since she was born, getting closer and closer to the sanctuary, This cold is also more and more intimate and familiar.

It was strange, it was obviously the first time in her life that she had come to Rakstark.

Ashe took a step forward: "Let's go, there is still a long way to go."

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For Avarossa, for the Queen...

- Lyrics of Freljord folk songs, most of which have been lost

Chapter 92 The Second Parting

The response to Ashe's pilgrimage was enthusiastic, and the people of Avarossa temporarily forgot the grief and fear of being attacked by the Frostguard and trolls, and briefly threw themselves into the celebration of the honorable status of the War Mother.

After an impassioned speech, Ashe returned to the tent, where Lothar had prepared dinner and was waiting for her.

"It's hard work." Ashe smiled at her husband.

"It's you who worked hard." Lothar brushed off the snowflakes from Ashe's body, "Eat it quickly, I made your favorite venison soup."

Ashe and Lothar took their seats and, as usual, cuddled together for dinner.

"What's your plan in the future?" Lothar asked as he put the jerky in the venison soup and dipped it into the soup.

"There is still a lot to do." Ashe took a sip of the soup and squeezed a little closer to Lothar, "Lax Stark has been abandoned for too long, and the city walls need to be renovated, as well as housing distribution, many ministries. People want to live as close to the Sanctuary as possible. I will also arrange a team to return to Ningfrost Harbor, hoping to open up a safe return route. "

"What about the surrounding tribes?" Lothar asked. "There should be quite a few tribes around Rakstark as well."

"Well, I've asked the people who live here. There are indeed some tribes nearby, and most of them also believe in Avarosa. It shouldn't be a problem to incorporate them." Ashe scooped a small piece of fat into the Lothar bowl. Inside, said, "But they said that there are also some very difficult tribes in this area, such as the Snow Chasing tribe and the Prisoner Fish tribe. It may be difficult to subdue them... I just hope not to go to war with them..."

"I can't help you with the war. You can only rely on yourself." Lothar ate the fat and said, "I plan to take Olaf away for a while."

"Let's go again." Ashe was taken aback, "Why can't you stay a little longer?"

"Calm down first." Lothar reassured his anxious wife, "I'm not here to take risks this time, I'm here to find help for you."

Ashe the Helper was even more puzzled.

"Now the Avarossa tribe is getting bigger and bigger, and it's getting harder and harder to manage. You can't handle everything by yourself." Lothar said solemnly, "Just like the last battle, if you are like Olaf With a few more warriors like Frey, the ending would not be so tragic."

"But we still have many warriors..." Ashe wanted to retort.

"The strength of the Furnace Warriors is too bad. You should know best." Lothar said, "For enemies like the Frost Guard and the trolls, they can only be regarded as sacrifices to death."

Ash was silent.

"You have seen today that the people are eager for heroes and leaders." Losar said, "You alone can gather so many tribes, which is something no one can do. But join us in the future. There will be more and more tribes, and there will be chaos when there are too many people. I am afraid that there will be big problems sooner or later if you are alone. And if the Avarossa tribe has more famous Freljord heroes, Then it will be stronger.”

"Do you know a famous hero?" Although Ashe felt that Lothar was right, she still didn't want him to go.

Lothar gently touched his wife's head and said several names.

Ashe couldn't help widening his eyes: "Can you find them?"

"Of course." Lothar blinked mysteriously, "I am a wolf cub, and there is no one I can't find."

"How many things are you hiding from me..." Ashe was still worried, just about to say something, but Lothar covered her mouth: "Please, Ashe, I can't do anything, only This alone can help you."

Ash trembled in her heart, bowed her head deeply, and was silent for a long time.

She has to admit that if Lothar can really bring the people he says to the Avarossa tribe, it will undoubtedly make the tribe stronger in every aspect, whether it's strength, fame, or cohesion. It's something that Avarosa desperately needs right now.

But she was even more reluctant to lose Lothar.

"How long are you going?" Ashe struggled for a long time and asked.

"A few months in the short term, and maybe a year or two in the long term."

"I must come back before next winter comes." Ashe hugged Lothar tightly, "Promise me, I will also try to stabilize Lax Stark."

Lothar sniffed the cool fragrance on Ashe's body: "Well, I promise you, I will definitely be back before next winter, and your tribe will be more prosperous than now."

"It's not my tribe." Ash said, "it's our homeland."

"Well... our home..." Lothar said softly.

Ashe stood up and shook her long silver hair: "Are you still eating?"

Losa was startled: "What are you doing?"

Ashe stepped on the bench where Lothar was sitting, stretched out his hand and took off the long cotton socks under his short skirt, and a large piece of soft, white and tender flesh was dazzlingly showing off in front of Lothar's eyes, and he could even vaguely see his wife. The contents of the skirt.

"If you don't eat, then come to work." Ashe blushed slightly, and took the stockings of both legs from the knees to the ankles. She spread her legs apart, sat on Lothar's lap, pulled up Lothar's left hand, and pressed it **** her soft thigh, "Since you're leaving, then make up everything that should be made up, but don't let me go. Say you can't stand it."

Saying that, Ashe tore off his bra, revealing most of the full and towering twin peaks, squeezing out a ravine.