Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Feeling the amazing soft touch coming from the palm of your hand, the girl's proud firmness filled her eyes. It's hard to imagine how attractive a peach she will be when she grows up. If it weren't for her being a war mother, the boys who might pursue her could line up from Lacoste to Frost Harbor.

Lothar knows how lucky he is, and he kisses Ashe's pink lips forcefully.

"The hero of the world drowns in the arms of a beauty." Lothar remembered a saying from Demacia that flashed to his mind by some blond girl who had taught him it, and he concentrated to taste the sweetness of his beloved wife.

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"Boy, where are we going this time?" Olaf was carrying a large luggage, which was much heavier than the one he had prepared when he went to Forsbello last time.

"Go east." Lothar checked everything on her body as she walked. "It may be a long way."

Olaf licked his lips excitedly: "Why don't we drop by and find that troll king?"

"Why do you keep thinking about him?"

"I want to fight him."

"Let's talk if we can meet you." Lothar carried his luggage and glanced at Lakstark behind him. Avarossa's ice crystal statue was still standing in the center of the city. Even though it was far away, Lothar You can also see the outline between her brows.

Steady and firm.

The young war mother of the Avarossa tribe, who is not around the blood alliance, should have the same expression at this moment, and is dealing with the large and small affairs of the tribe seriously.

"Goodbye, Ashe." Lothar said goodbye to Avarossa's statue, "I'll be back again."

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Did you hear the rumor?

To the west, to Rakstark to the west, the holy city of the ancient queen Avarossa, the new War Mother has been born!

Did you hear the rumor?

In that spring, the spring Rakstark, the reincarnation of the ancient queen Avarosa, the war mother Ashe loves her people like a son!

Did you hear the rumor?

In that city, the city is called Rakstark, the tribe of the ancient queen Avarosa, there is no one in Avarosa!

— Poems sung in taverns across the Freljord

Chapter 93 Tavern

To ask what the Freljord lacks the most, the first must be ice and snow, the second is of course plunder, and the third is undoubtedly mead.

The tavern owner woke up very early today. He shouted for his wife to go to the backyard to squeeze a bucket of goat milk, only to be beaten up by his wife who didn't sleep well.

With one blue, one purple and two eye rims on his eyes, the tavern owner pushed open the door of the room and looked at the tavern.

The bartender on the night shift has already gone home, and now standing on the bar and wiping the wooden table is the clerk who works during the day.

The animal oil in the oil lamp had been completely dried, and there were several guests lying on the table and the floor, getting very drunk, apparently not going home all night yesterday.

"Get up, get up, get up!" The tavern owner clapped his hands vigorously to wake up the drunken drinkers, his beard cocked up and put on a fiery look, "I can't get my mother drunk all night. Home! Who will take care of the children in your family! Leave it to Lao Tzu!"

The drinkers rubbed their eyes sullenly, stood up with each other's arms, each put a piece of blood money on the table as overnight money, and groaned out of the tavern.

"Good morning, boss, you're in good spirits early in the morning," the boy greeted while wiping the oil lamp shell. He wisely didn't mention the swelling on the tavern owner's face. He didn't want to be deducted from his salary.

"Well, good morning." Despite being beaten by his wife, the tavern owner was still in a good mood. He felt that the color of his beard had turned a lot more ruddy today. "Take the money and polish the table and counter a little bit. Today There will be distinguished guests coming to our tavern."

The servant was stunned for a moment: "VIP" the tavern owner smiled mysteriously: "It's normal that you didn't know when you first came. At this time of year, the hero will come to visit me."

The owner seems to be very proud of this. His tavern has no name and no sign, but the goat milk squeezed out of his backyard is very popular with a very famous hero.

The "big hero" boy raised his head suspiciously, "Which big hero?"

"Why so many questions!" The tavern owner tapped the servant on the head. "You will know when he comes, and don't make any noise when he comes. He doesn't like being surrounded by too many people."

"Oh..." The little servant touched his head aggrievedly and went to work, while still counting the heroes he knew in his heart, "Who is the hero who patronized today?"

The owner of the tavern stretched and felt that the bruise on his face was a little painful, and shouted to the little servant: "Wipe it clean! Pay attention to whether those drunkards left vomit for the shop! Look after the shop, I'll go. Go get some medicine from the shaman."

"Okay!" The little servant had no objection. After all, he was a part-time worker and was used to the daily routine of being called around.

After the owner of the tavern left, the servant carefully wiped every part of the tavern, trying his best to be spotless. He didn't want the owner to find a reason to deduct wages.

"It's done." The little servant looked at the tavern he cleaned with satisfaction, "It's a masterpiece, maybe the boss will give me processing money."

Of course, the boy was just thinking about it, it's harder to pull an extra blood-money salary from the tavern owner's pocket than to pull a tooth out of a living troll's mouth.

"Who is the big hero who will patronize our tavern?" The little servant guessed, holding the mop and starting to think.

"Is it a big hero... It's so romantic..." Seeing that there was no one in the tavern, the boy picked up the mop and threw a stick flower extremely clumsily.

"Ha! I am the big hero of slaughtering demons! Whether it is a greedy troll or a powerful ice giant, neither is my opponent!" A razor-sharp spear that accompanies each of his legendary battles, invincible.

"That... Did I bother you?" A young boy's voice suddenly sounded behind the little servant, and the servant shook all over, so frightened that the mop flew out and fell on the corner of the wall.

"Welcome to Huan Huan Huan!" Cold sweat broke out on the boy's forehead, and his face was as hot as barbecue on a frying pan. "

The young man found a seat and sat down with a half-smiling smile, and said, "Bring me a honey bar first, and bring me anything you want to eat, such as omelettes or Ernyuk steaks."

The little boy looked at the half-year-old boy in front of him, with black hair and black eyes, a low bridge of the nose, very light eye sockets, and not very white skin. At first glance, he didn't look like a local.

However, the servant naturally wouldn't really think that the young man was a foreigner. Whether it was from his attire or his accent, he should be an out-and-out Freljorder.

Although curious, the servant did not take the initiative to inquire about the origin of the guests. The boss once told him that the tavern only needs to be responsible for selling wine. As for the identity of the guests, what troubles they have been involved in, and how much blood debt they have, it has nothing to do with the tavern.

"I'm sorry, guest." The little boy recovered from the initial embarrassment, rubbed his hands and apologized, "Our tavern does not sell breakfast, only wine."

The teenager didn't seem to care: "Okay then, have a glass of mead, and heat another pot. I have a friend coming later."

"Okay!" The boy shook his head and ran behind the counter to prepare to go, during which he couldn't help looking at the boy secretly.

Although he doesn't look like a Freljordian, the young man is quite ordinary, so ordinary that he has almost no features. Except for the sleeve that falls on his right arm, which shows that he is disabled, it is difficult to see anything else.

Ordinary clothes, ordinary luggage, ordinary tapping on the table with fingers to pass the time.

"This... looks much younger than me... It shouldn't be the hero the boss said." The servant thought.

After serving the young man with wine, the little servant still couldn't hold back his curiosity and tried to chat with the young man: "Guest, you came to drink early in the morning, what's the matter?"

The young man had no dislike for the little servant's inquiries, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, just waiting for an acquaintance."

"Is that so..." The little servant knew that it might be a bit abrupt, but he still couldn't hold back his curiosity, "Dare to ask the guest, are you waiting for someone big?"

The "big man" boy glanced at the little servant, "I don't know if he is a big man...well...it should be."

The little servant suddenly became excited. He seemed to know who the hero the boss was talking about soon: "Guest, can you tell me the name of the person you're waiting for?"

Snapped!

Just as the boy was about to speak, he heard a loud noise from the door of the tavern, and someone pushed open the front door of the tavern very roughly.

"What a **** bad luck!" The voice of the voice was like thunder, strode to the boy's seat, and sat down angrily, "I asked for a long time if there are powerful warriors or monsters here, but the people here are all I don't know what his mother asked! I'm so **** off!"

The little servant stared at the big man who suddenly broke in. It was obviously a cold day, but this man was only wearing a coarse cloth vest, as if he was not afraid of the cold at all. The muscles all over his body bulged exaggeratedly, and the little servant estimated that the biceps on the big man's arms were bigger than his own head.

"Is this... the big hero the boss said?" The little servant was relieved from the shock brought by the big man's appearance, and racked his brains to think about which characteristic of the famous hero he knew was compared with the person in front of him. meets the.

"I told you that this place is very biased. If you don't believe in evil, it's a waste of my time. If I miss you with him, I'll take care of the meal myself!" The boy impatiently kicked the big man.

This kick almost didn't scare the little servant's heart out. The arm of this young man with a broken arm was not half as thick as that of the muscular man. He felt that the muscular man could crush the young man to death with just a little force.

Strangely, the big man didn't seem to be disgusted by the young man's actions, he just sat down with his head down, and then asked the servant to serve him a drink.

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Freljord's mead is the most unique local specialty. Every year, caravans from all over the mainland come to the frozen world of Freljord to import this mead.

Each tribe has different techniques for brewing mead, most of which are brewed with honey, pyracantha root, snow wheat, etc., but the specific formula varies greatly from tribe to tribe. The alcohol content is also quite different. Some tribes make mead that a child can drink a few sips, while some tribes make mead that even a strong man can hardly hold ten glasses without getting drunk.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's "Valloran's Travels: The Freljord Chapter 8: Food in the Snow"

Chapter 94 Big Hero Bron

The little servant hurried over and brought the hot mead to the big man, who grabbed the jug and drank it sullenly.

Because the appearance of the big man was too scary, the little servant didn't dare to talk to the two again for a while, and the fierce power on the big man made him even a little breathless.

"This is definitely a berserker who has killed countless people! The double axe on his waist must have cut off hundreds of heads!" The little servant's heart was beating uncontrollably, and the emotions of fear and worship were frantically surging in him. , he who has been eager to go to the battlefield since he was a child is at a loss at this moment.

"Boy, when do we have to wait?" The big man didn't notice that someone was boiling with enthusiasm because of his appearance. He drank a large pot of wine in two or three sips, wiped the wine foam from his beard, and complained to the young man, "Walking through mountains and waters for so long is just to come to this place where birds don't shit."

The teenager yawned: "Just wait a day, he should be here."

As soon as the boy's voice fell, he heard that the door of the tavern was opened again after washing, and it was the owner of the tavern who had returned.

"Oh, there are guests." The tavern owner was about to greet the guests on the table, but he saw a muscular man with a fierce face, swallowed his saliva, walked gently to the counter, and whispered to the servant, " Who are they?"

The servant said honestly: "I don't know? Isn't that berserker the hero you said boss?"

"Fuck your Ernyuk's stinky farts!" the tavern owner scolded in a low voice, "Which hero have you ever seen with such a terrifying appearance! This is obviously a ruthless man who kills without blinking an eye! Have you ever seen a Berserker? Why is this guy so unreasonable!"

"Then... what to do then?"

"What else can I do to serve him, don't make excuses for him to take out the axe!" The boss comforted the little servant when he saw the scared look, "Don't worry too much, as long as the hero comes, what are you going to do? It's safe, he'll protect us."

"Oh oh oh..." The little servant agreed in confusion.

"What day is today? It's a berserker and a hero..." The little servant whispered, and at the same time he couldn't help but secretly look at the muscles and iron axe on the big man, yearning for it.

The tavern fell into a strange calm for a while, neither the young man and the big man drinking nor the boss and the servant behind the bar had any intention of speaking.

The sun has just risen in the sky, and few people will come to the tavern early in the morning to get drunk, so other than them, not many people will come in.

I don't know how long it took, but the peace was broken.

What broke the peace was the chattering sound from outside the tavern, like the cry of some kind of small animal, cheerful and lively.

The tavern door was pushed open, and a strong arm pushed it open.

A very strong man walked in.

The man has an impressive appearance - a bald head, a nice tuft of goatee on his lips, and a masculine and friendly face. There is a blue totem tattoo on his broad upper body. In the icy world of Freljord, this man actually didn't wear a shirt. All he was wearing was a waistcoat, a pair of trousers, and a huge metal belt. The muscles on the man's body are strong and full. Unlike Olaf, every muscle contains explosive power. His muscles are more indestructible like a steady rock.

The most striking thing is what he is holding in his hand.

It was a huge shield, ridiculously huge. The man was already tall enough that he needed to bend slightly to enter the front door of the tavern, and the shield was much taller than himself, and the man had to hold it on his side to bring it into the tavern. The shield is wide and the shield edge is thick. It is hard to imagine how heavy such a huge shield must be. There is also an exquisite goat head embossed on the front of the shield. It is impossible to tell what material it is made of, but it must be the hands of a very powerful furnace.

"Hohohoho!" The man let out a hearty laugh, and with him, there were countless snow-white furballs, poros, big and small, all around him. When they came out, they stuck out their tongues one by one, squeezing around in a naive way.

"Long time no see boss!" the man greeted the glowing-eyed tavern owner, "Old rules! I want a hot cup of goat's milk and bake some cookies for these little guys!"

The servant hadn't recovered from the shock of the man's sudden appearance. He subconsciously said, "I'm sorry, this shop only sells wine..."

"There are some!" The tavern owner interrupted the servant, and hugged the man with open arms, "Bron! I have everything ready for you! Come in!"

"Bron!" The little servant trembled as if he was electrocuted. The image of the legendary hero who accomplished countless miracles perfectly overlapped with the man with the shield in front of him, and his heartbeat began to speed up frantically, "It's actually Bron! The big hero the boss said is Braum!"

"Hohoho!" Braum smiled happily and said softly to the poros at his feet, "Did you hear the little ones? The boss has prepared fragrant baked cookies for you. Thank you boss soon!"

The little poros stuck their tongues out one by one, and their round bodies rolled onto the tavern owner's body, licking their tongues on his face, so happy.

"Hahaha, your saliva is sticking to my beard!" The tavern owner smiled happily and said to Bloom, "How many days are you going to stay this time?"

"I won't live for a few days." Braum fondly touched the poros on the boss's body with his big hand. "I was escorting the Nuotai clan to migrate recently. They have encountered some trouble and may be leaving soon."

"Bron, long time no see." A voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between Braum and the tavern owner.

Blom looked in the direction of the voice, and a young man with a broken arm was sitting at the table, smiling at him.

Bloom's eyes suddenly widened, even though he and this boy had not seen each other for many years, and the boy had grown a lot, he still recognized him at a glance.

"Lothar..." Braum muttered.

"Well...it's me." The young man called Lothar said calmly.

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Braum is the legendary iceborn hero of the Freljord, and should be the most famous hero in the entire Freljord. The image is a strong icy bloodline with a giant shield (there are also some stories that the shield he was carrying was actually a door panel).

There are legends about Braum spread between almost every tribe and clan, spend a night in the mead and tavern, and you can hear countless stories about Braum—sweeping an entire oak forest overnight , pierce a whole mountain with his fist, have a giant shield with powerful magic, etc. Some stories are so bizarre and exaggerated that one has to doubt their authenticity.

But no matter what, Braum is indeed a big hero. In the story, all his actions are aimed at protecting and living to save others, and never receive anything in return. Many of the tribes I've traveled to say they were helped by Braum, but unfortunately I didn't get to meet him, otherwise I could have interviewed.

Thanks to Braum's great deeds of good deeds in the Freljord, he was given the title - Heart of the Freljord.

—Excerpt from "Valloran's Travels: The Freljord Chapter 7: Anecdotes" by Ezreal

Chapter 95 Apology

The tavern owner was greatly surprised. He looked at the unremarkable young man, and then at the tall and sturdy Bloom: "Do you know each other?"

"I know," said Lothar.

"I don't know!" Bron gave another answer. He seemed very angry. He turned his head away from Lothar, and angrily stretched out his arms to make the Poro jump on his shoulders, holding a huge shield. Walk to the bar.