Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Ashe looked anxiously at the furnace households' team, she knew that the furnace households lacked not only physical strength, but also morale.

According to the tradition of the Avarossa tribe, Glenna, the mother of war, could only lead the Frozen Bloodline on the battlefield, while the furnace household was entrusted to her sister Heerno to lead.

Fortunately, Haiernuo is sincere to the furnace owners, never discriminates against them because they are warm-blooded, and instead strives for their rights as much as possible.

Unfortunately, Hernault is no longer there.

"Aunt Haiernuo is their spiritual support. Now that Aunt Haiernuo has fallen, who else can they count on?" Ashe stopped more than once to look back, and the furnace house's team became more and more tired. There was no blood in their blood. The power of extreme cold, walking in the ice and snow for several days is undoubtedly a kind of torture.

Ashe saw Lothar, who was walking at the end of the Frozen Bloodline team and at the forefront of the Furnace team.

He alone carries the goods that it takes two people to carry, not to mention that he is still underage.

Ashe couldn't stand it anymore, she ran forward, looking for her mother's figure.

Glenna was walking, checking the map in her hand.

"Mom!" Ashe ran to Glenna's side, "Let's rest for a while."

"No, move on." Glenna didn't even look up.

"But the furnace households are already very tired. You let them go for three days and three nights in a row. They are not of ice blood!" Ashe said anxiously.

"If they're cold, they should bring more fur, or have some thawed peppers."

Ashe was dumbfounded for a while, and then said sadly: "There will be furnace households dying again."

"I know their limits." Glenna didn't look at Ashe from beginning to end, "Let them go another day."

Ashe looked at her mother's broad back in disappointment.

"You may be a brave war mother." Ashe thought, running to the back of the team alone, "but you are not a war mother."

Lothar trudged through the snow one step at a time. He felt that he was almost blind, and everything he saw was dazzlingly pale.

"Well what's that? A golden thing?" Lothar squinted and looked forward.

It was Ashe, her pale blond hair tossing in the wind and snow, disturbing the unchanging snow scene.

Ashe rushed to Lothar's side, she saw that Lothar's lips had been chapped and white, and her face could not tell whether it was purple or green.

"Give me the bag," Ashe ordered.

"what?"

"Give me the bag!" Ashe forcefully took off the large luggage from Lothar and carried it on her back.

"What's wrong with you?" Lothar wanted to get the bag back, but Ashe stopped him.

"Go and rest." Ashe grabbed Lothar's collar and said viciously, "Just find a car to lie down on, and sleep. If they don't want to, then say it's me."

"and many more…"

"If you don't go to sleep, I'll ignore you for the rest of my life!" Ashe said and ran away, she ran into the furnace's team and helped them push the cart together.

Lothar stood there dumbfounded, pondering what Ashe just said.

"If Ashe ignores me again, then I will lose a lot." Lothar smiled and walked slowly back to the furnace's team with a lame foot.

Neither of them saw, in the distance, Marukolo was quietly watching their figures. ——————————————————

The natural environment of the Freljord is very harsh, and it is particularly difficult for humans to survive here, but the ice blood is an exception. Most tribal or clan leadership is composed of icy blood and magically capable shamans, priests, beastwalkers, etc. It is extremely difficult for ordinary people who are neither cold blood nor magic to survive in a group. Many times they can only survive under the protection of the ice blood, which also makes the status of the furnace household in the Freljord always low.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter 1: The Making of Society

Chapter 8 Mountainside

Ashe worked tirelessly to help Furnace move forward, but the power of one person did not play a big role.

But Ashe had no choice, she said that the Frozen Bloodlines in the Fufu tribe would help Furnace with her. They are warriors who need to conserve their stamina for battle, and they only obey Glenna's orders.

Lothar takes only a short break each day, and then goes to help the furnace with Ashe. However, he did not receive any gratitude for his help, because he was a wolf cub and an outsider.

But Lothar doesn't care, as long as Ashe smiles at him on the road, that's enough.

The march went on for several days. Although the furnace households were not strong enough, they were strong enough. Under the encouragement of Ashe and the care of Marukolo, the furnace households kept up with the team of Frozen Bloodline without dying.

"We're almost at the Iceborn tribe." Ashe, carrying Lothar's luggage, said to the wolf cub who was trying to please a male goat, "You stay with other people during the war, don't The brain rushed to the battlefield."

The male goat was Ashe's property and was taken up the mountain as emergency food. Lothar shoved a handful of snow into the goat's mouth, and the goat gave him an indignant look and spat out the snow.

Lothar knocked on the head of the goat: "I have a good temper. Believe it or not, I will stew you tonight?"

"Lothar!" Ashe shouted, "Did you hear me?"

"Don't worry, Ashe." Lothar smiled and touched his nose. "Although I can't beat the Frost Bloodline, it's okay to run away. I'm very good at running away."

"No matter how good you are at escaping, don't take risks." Ashe repeatedly urged.

"Why, are you afraid of my death?" Lothar smiled wickedly and wanted to hug Ashe's waist.

Ashe slapped Lothar away with a slap: "Don't think blindly, I am the future war mother, and I am very concerned about every life in the tribe."

Lothar laughed twice, and took out his bow and arrow from the bag behind Ashe.

"Where are you going?" Ash asked.

"Go get you two rabbits or snow mice to open the meat. You haven't eaten meat for so many days, and you can spit out clean water." Lothar said while checking the arrow.

"Don't leave the team, I don't want to eat meat." Ashe wanted to reprimand Lothar, but for some reason the words he spit out were indifferent.

"Okay, you don't eat me." Lothar put the quiver on his back, "don't worry, I'll be back before the sun hits the top of the mountain."

"But your feet..."

"Don't worry, it's just a few blisters, I'll go find a koji grass and put some snow on it later."

Ashe sighed. She knew that she couldn't stop this wolf cub, but she also had confidence in Lothar's hunting skills. The most experienced hunters in the tribe last year caught less than half of Lothar's prey.

"Go back quickly." Ash said.

"Well, my dear." Lothar said and ran away.

Ashe was stunned for a long time, and then angrily shouted at Lothar's back: "Who is your dear!"

But Lothar was far away, and Ashe could only hear his laughter echoing through the snowy mountains.

"Little wolf cub, see how I beat you when you come back." Ashe waved his fist at the place where Lothar left.

Looking back, Ashe found that the furnace households around her were looking at her with strange eyes.

"Cough cough!" Ashe blushed, coughed twice in embarrassment, and continued to help the furnace households push the cart.

"That... Ashe." A furnace woman said to Ashe hesitantly, "I think you should not get too close to the wolf cub, he is an outsider."

Ashe's expression froze, and said, "Well... I know."

"But you..."

"I said it, I know." Ashe interrupted the furnace woman's words and continued to push the cart.

…

"We have reached the mountainside!" From the front of the team, came the cry of the sentry.

Ashe looked up, apologized to the furnace households, and ran back to the front of the line.

There is a lush meadow on the side of the snow-capped mountain, and the plants on the high mountain are very cold-resistant. Before winter comes completely, they can still be seen growing all over the mountains and plains.

On the grass was a group of long-haired animals grazing with their heads bowed.

"It's the Ernyuk herd!" Ashe watched this scene in surprise and ran to Glenna's side.

Glenna was standing with Marukolo. Marukolo, like Ashe, had a happy smile, but Glenna had her arms crossed and her face expressionless.

"Ashe!" Marukolo saw Ashe and waved to her. The big luggage behind Ashe made his face stiff again, but Marukolo quickly recovered.

Glenna looked at the map in her hand: "It is the herd of the children of ice, the shepherds abandoned them and ran away."

"We must have been discovered by the scouts." Iru said, standing behind Glenna.

"These herds are now ours." Marukolo said with a smile, "We won without a fight, and the Ice Son definitely won't have time to organize a war with us. We can directly bring these herds down the mountain."

"There is food for the winter, and there is no need to fight. This is the best result, Mom." Ashe's tone was filled with uncontrollable joy.

Glenna sneered: "The Ice Sons' people escaped because they wanted to protect something more important."

Ashe was stunned for a while: "What did you say? Mom."

"The throne of Avarossa must be on this mountaintop!" Glenna's eyes revealed fiery ambition, "abandon the herd! Let's move on! The children of ice will surely gather men to chase us! We must climb before then. To the top of the mountain!"

Ashe's eyes widened, she didn't expect this ending.

"Wait! Mom!" Ashe stood in front of Glenna, "If you give up these foods, how will the tribe survive the winter?"

"The treasures in the throne of Avarossa will make our tribe rich forever." Glenna didn't even look at the plump herd beside her.

Ashe couldn't say a word, Glenna's obsession with the fabled treasure was beyond her imagination.

Glenna pushed her daughter away and was about to walk forward when a hand grabbed her arm.

Glenna looked back and saw that it was Marukolo who had caught her.

"What do you want? Priest of Frost." Glenna said coldly.

In the face of Glenna's coercion, Marukolo did not back down: "Warmother Glenna, now the food that can let the whole tribe through the winter is in front of your eyes, but you want to give up them to pursue The Throne of Avarossa that doesn't exist"

"Ha! My ears heard right," Glenna sneered. "My frost priest actually told me that the myth was not true."

"Many myths are true, but this one is definitely not." Marukolo said firmly.

"I'll judge whether it's true or not." Glenna shook off Marukolo's hand.

"You don't care about the lives of the furnaces!" Maru Kolo demanded sharply, "Look how tired they are! You let them climb the mountain again and let them die!"

"What do you mean by Frost Priest?" Glenna pulled out the True Ice Axe hanging from her waist with her right hand, and pressed her left hand on the True Ice Spear.

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The Freljord's natural climate is cold, making food scarce, there is very little land to farm, and how much food you can get from fishing and hunting depends on luck. Winters in the Freljord are long and blizzards are raging, making it difficult for even the Frozen Bloods to go out for food in winter. Therefore, it is a matter of life and death for every tribe to store enough food to survive the winter before winter.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's Travels of Valoran: The Freljord Chapter 3: The Natural Environment

Chapter 9 Separation

A black chill surged from Marukolo's bone staff, diametrically opposed to the two True Ice weapons in Glenna's hands.

"How many years have you been chasing the Throne of Avarossa?" Marukolo said loudly, "You drove out the soldiers who disobeyed you, you injured your own sister, and now, you still want to take us further The heartland of our deadly feud!"

Glenna pulled out the True Ice Spear with her left hand.

"If the team of the Ice Sons gathers, the furnace households of the entire tribe will die!" The black aura on Marukolo's bone staff became stronger and stronger, "If your motive is food or revenge, I will stand firmly on your side. .But you've just been blinded by a myth of deceiving children!"

"If you want to challenge me, you don't need to talk so much." The cold air from the True Ice weapon blew Glenna's pale hair, "Use your magic to bargain with me, priest."

The dark and cold air was as thick as liquid, and Marukolo's frost magic wrapped him all over his body, as if he was in a dark night: "This is not a battle for me, Glenna! I represent Furnace!"

"Don't..." Ashe covered her mouth with both hands, she wanted to rush to stop the fight, but Iru grabbed her shoulders and shook his head at her.

Glenna gently tossed the True Ice Axe in her right hand, and the one-handed axe made a circle in the air, and then fell firmly back into her hand.

Glenna crossed her hands, the axe and spear shot at the same time, and the cold wind howled like a giant beast.

Marukolo hurriedly raised his hand, and the black cold air formed a shield, blocking Glenna's swipe.

"Go on, priest!" The black shield trembled violently under the cold air of Glenna's two real ice weapons, and Glenna shouted angrily, "Keep hiding behind your magic and your precious furnace! But listen carefully. now!"

Glenna's arms suddenly exerted force, and the freezing cold wind was like the minions of a giant bear, tearing open Marukolo's magical shield.

"You can't escape death!" Glenna broke through the pitch-black cold with a blow, the ice wind hit the frost priest's body, Marukolo knelt on the ground weakly, Glenna raised the axe, aimed at his hanging neck.

"Mom! Don't!" Ashe broke away Iru's hand holding her shoulders and stood in front of Marukolo: "Let him go! Mom!"

Glenna's hand hangs in the air.

"Get out of the way, Ashe," Glenna ordered.

"He's just protecting the Furnace!" Ashe begged. "Let them go, the Furnace will only slow us down, we can go faster without them! Let them go home, please! "

Glenna stared into Ashe's eyes, and then turned her gaze to the crowd of furnaces who dared not even come out of the air. This group of weak people was waiting for her to decide their fate.

"Marukolo, take the furnaces down the mountain." Glenna didn't even glance at the frost priest kneeling on the ground, turned and left, "Remember, you survived because of my daughter's kindness."

Ashe breathed a sigh of relief, she knelt down and looked at the injured Marukolo, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Marukolo's breathing was a little short, and he forced a smile: "I'm fine, I can heal a little injury by myself."

The two were silent for a while.