Lone Wolf of the Freljord

But being targeted by Delacron, then you'll have to ask for more. That totem on Drakron's helmet isn't a decoration, it means one thing - you're being noticed by the frost witch Lissandra.

- Freljord Folktales

Chapter 99 Delivery

"Why is Drakron chasing down the Nuotai?" Lothar looked at the distant battlefield, seeing the movement Braum and Olaf should still be fighting, their roar resounded through the sky. Drakron's cavalry had bypassed them and rushed straight to the snowy mountain.

"Damn it! It's impossible for the Nuotai to outrun the cavalry!" Lothar turned to look at the pregnant woman. The snow cave he was looking for was not in the direction of the cavalry team, and neither he nor the pregnant woman would be found.

"What should I do? Let her have a baby by herself?" Lothar thought quickly, and after a while, several plans emerged in his mind, but none of them could be completed by his strength.

Weak.

Is this the first time Lothar feels weak?

Lothar can't remember, he only has so much ability, he can only do what he can do.

Lothar silently went back to help the pregnant woman deliver the baby. He knew that this was the only option at the moment, and he couldn't stop the iron hooves of the Drakron cavalry on his own.

The child's head has been exposed from the birth canal of the pregnant woman. This is the most difficult time. If the pregnant woman exerts too much force, the lower body may be torn because the head of the fetus is too large.

"Relax, you can, don't think too much, just let him slip out." Lothar continued to instruct the pregnant woman how to exert force, but there was a hint of loss in her voice.

The fetus is born slowly, first the head, then the shoulders, and finally the delicate calves.

Lothar put the knife in his mouth and gently dragged the baby's head until his entire body slipped out of the birth canal.

Lothar put the wet, sticky fetus on his lap and slashed his umbilical cord with a knife.

The baby didn't cry loudly, but closed its eyes and wept weakly. Lothar stretched out his fingers and felt his breath. The child's breath was very weak, but he was still breathing after all. It seemed that his life was not in danger.

"My child..." the young Nuotai woman called weakly.

Lothar cut off a piece of his own clothes, wrapped the baby as a makeshift swaddling, and then gently carried the baby into the arms of the young mother: "It's a boy."

The young woman took the baby. The premature child was thin and wrinkled. If other Freljord mothers saw their children like this, they would probably only feel sorry for them-such a baby in the Freljord. It's hard to live long.

But this Nuotai young woman didn't seem to care about it at all at the moment, she just looked at her child with great joy and wept with joy.

Lothar reassured: "Don't cry, you need a good rest now."

"Thank you..." The young woman glanced at Lothar gratefully, "You...you are a good person..."

"A good guy?" Lothar laughed to himself.

The young woman didn't talk to Lothar anymore, she just kept looking at the baby in her arms, as if forgetting the pain in her body, forgetting that the Frost Guard's attack was not over yet, and even forgot that there was a teenager who stayed with her in the snow cave. . Now, her children are her world.

"Hum~hum...hum~" The young woman hummed a song softly and sang it to the little baby.

The singing was a little sad, but it seemed a little cheerful, and Lothar listened quietly.

"Is this the song of the Nuotai clan?" Losar thought, the song sung by the young woman seemed to contain a lot of complicated emotions, but just listening to it, Losar felt mixed emotions for a while.

A noise came into Lothar's ears again, but not from the cavalry or from Braum, but from the top of the mountain.

Something was approaching them quite fast.

"I'll go out and have a look, you stay here first." Lothar ran out of the snow cave in a distraught, looking in the direction of the voice.

"What is that?" Lotharmon wondered when he saw what was coming.

A large ball of snow-white fur was stepping on a wooden board and slid down from the snow breaker like a fly. Strangely, there seemed to be someone screaming among them.

"Poro!" Lothar recognized them, they were the little fellows beside Braum, and a burly poro standing in front of the plank made Lothar's eyes shine.

Lothar recognizes it, it's Braum's best friend, and it's Tough's father. When Lothar was only a few years old and just met Braum, this poro was already an old and experienced leader in the poro group.

More importantly, it's a pretty powerful poro.

"Big Kui!" Lothar raised his arms and shouted the name of the burly Poro, "This way!"

A burly poro named Da Kui noticed Lothar, and he slammed his hammer into the snow on the side of the plank. The direction of the plank was changed, and it came towards Lothar. Then it slammed the handle of the hammer into the snow, stopping firmly in front of Lothar.

The little poros came down from the board happily. It seemed that they were having a good time. There was still a person sitting on the board. It turned out to be the little servant in the tavern.

"God...I feel...I'm about to pee my pants..." The little servant said in shock, the skiing just now seemed to have left a lot of psychological shadows on him.

Although the game was unexpected, Lothar didn't ask the little servant what he was doing here. The time was very tight, and he didn't want to waste a single bit.

Lothar crouched down in front of Da Kui and asked earnestly, "Since you are here, is the king here too?"

Da Kui shook his beard and didn't seem to like Lothar very much, but nodded anyway.

"That's great!" Lothar didn't care about Da Kui's objection, he picked it up and let it look at the Drakron cavalry in the distance, "Can you let the king stop them?"

Da Kui looked at the cavalry team, they were very fast, and they were about to reach the foot of the mountain.

Da Kui thought about it for a while, then stretched out his little paw and made a gesture of ok to Lothar.

"Great!" Lothar was overjoyed. With the help of Poro, a plan in his mind could be realized.

"What is Wang Wang?" The boy asked suspiciously, rubbing his butt, which was so painful from the wooden board.

But Lothar didn't explain it to him, but said to him anxiously: "Can you help? I'm going to stop the Frost Guard, there's a mother who just gave birth to a baby in the hole over there, go and take care of him for me. .!"

The servant was stunned, unable to digest what Lothar just said: "The mother just gave birth to a child."

"She gave birth naturally, and her body should be fine. You just need to stay by her side. This is for your self-defense." Lothar put down Da Kui, threw a knife to the little servant, and ran away quickly with Da Kui. .

"This..." The little servant was in a mess in the wind and snow, and he finally made up his mind to go down the mountain and fight with the big hero Bron, but he never thought it would end like this, "This boy with a broken arm clearly looks like Much younger than me, why are you calling me back and forth..."

In the snow cave on the side, there was a melody humming softly by a woman.

The little poros who stayed here stomped and ran to the snow cave.

"Ah ah ah! I don't care!" The little servant gave up thinking and ran into the snow cave with a knife.

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The value of giving birth to a newborn is as important as beheading ten enemies on the battlefield.

- Winter's Claw Proverb

Chapter 100 Poro King

Poro's running speed is very fast. Although they look round and have short legs, even snow leopards may not be able to run them compared to the speed on snow.

Lothar struggled to follow Da Kui up the mountain, he was going to meet a very powerful guy - the king of Poro.

Dakui has always been the king's bodyguard. If he is here, the Poro King must be here, and if the Poro King is here, then the Poro army under his command must also be here.

"Quick! Must be faster than the cavalry!" Lothar climbed the mountain with both hands and feet. He climbed the mountain with one arm and was far less agile than before, but Da Kui would always give a hand at a critical moment... or should be called a claw.

Before reaching the mountainside, Lothar finally arrived at his destination under the leadership of Da Kui.

There are many poros gathered here, some of them are the same size as Da Kui. If anyone sees this scene, they will doubt their eyes - these poros are all armed with weapons, spears, bows and arrows, Warhammer and more.

As soon as Da Kui came back, all the poros gave way, and Da Kui led Lothar straight to a unique poro.

This poro is bigger than all poros, and it is a poro in his prime. The sheep's horns wear armor with spikes, and there is an iron sword on its small claws. Although it is still very cute, it is undoubtedly the master of the Poro group.

The poro stood majestically on a rock, and when he saw Da Kui and Lothar coming, he stuck out his tongue.

The last time Lothar saw the Poro King was when he was very young, when he had just met Braum, the Poro Shepherd.

Few people can become poro shepherds, and poros are very demanding—the people who take care of them must be kind-hearted, old-fashioned, and childlike.

Lothar remembered that Braum had told him that his lifelong dream was to be a Poro shepherd forever, and to be a self-sacrificing hero was not his original wish. There were two people who influenced him to become such a hero.

One is Bron's mother, a woman who believes that all Freljords are family.

The other is the Poro King in front of Lothar.

"King, it's me, Lothar." Lothar saluted, he knew that this poro pays great attention to etiquette, "I need your help, the army of the Frostguard is approaching, they want to kill, Braum is stopping them , but it's not enough, I need you to help me."

The Poro King flicked his tongue, raised his iron sword high, pointed at Lothar, and then at Da Kui.

Da Kui turned his head angrily.

Lothar sighed, he knew what the Poro King meant: "I did lose Xiao Qiang, I betrayed the trust of you and Da Kui, and I have no face to see Bron and you in the future. But I really worked hard. Looking for it, and I really need your help this time!"

The Poro King blinked, and the other Poros gathered around one after another, whispering something to the Poro King.

Lothar waited anxiously for the result. Although the Poro King and Braum have always had a sense of justice, after all, Lothar did something that was sorry for them, and he was not sure whether the Poro King was willing to take action.

Finally, the Poro King stuck his sword on the stone and nodded earnestly towards Lothar.

"It really is a Poro..." Lothar couldn't help thinking, "Even their king is too cute to bear."

...

The cavalry galloped on the snowy mountains.

The horses were not as fast on the hillsides as they were on the plains, and the complicated terrain slowed them down a bit.

But the cavalry team was not in a hurry. It was impossible for the Nuotai people to outrun them with their legs. It was only a matter of time before they were caught up.

The sun has almost risen to the highest sky, the wind and snow are slightly smaller, the weather is clear, and the view on the mountain has become very broad.

Suddenly, the leading cavalry raised the flag gun high, and the cavalry stopped one after another.

The cavalry looked in the direction pointed by the tip of the flag spear.

Rao was a ruthless, murderous Frost Guard, and when he saw the things on the mountain, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Countless poros stood on the cliffs, looking down at them condescendingly.

The cute little creature poro loved by countless people and the Frost Guard, the **** slaughterer that countless people feared, were separated by a distance of hundreds of meters.

This scene was too weird, and the atmosphere became extremely stiff for a while.

Even weirder things happened.

A Poro with an iron sword stood at the front of the Poro group, standing proudly, it was the Poro King.

It raised its long sword and slashed at the cavalry.

Under the shocked gaze of the cavalry, countless poros took out bows and arrows.

They work in pairs, with one poro holding the bow shank firmly, and the other holding the nock with its small claws and pulling it back on the bowstring.

The cavalry knew immediately what they were about to face, but it was too late to avoid it.

With the cheerful shouting of the sword-wielding Poro, countless arrows were shot high, and they streaked across the air in a neat and uniform arc, forming a rain of arrows above the cavalry's heads.

As cavalry, they don't have shields, and they don't think they'll be exposed to the arrows caused by the Poro.

The leading cavalry commanded their flag guns to point forward. Even in the face of countless arrows, everyone in the cavalry team did not flinch, but attacked head-on.

Arrows rained down.

The dark cold air emanating from the cavalry sent a lot of arrows flying, and the rest of the arrows failed to penetrate their armor. The team was downsized.

The Poro King jumped up, the Poros shot arrows again, and the second wave of arrow rain was coming.

...

In the snow cave, the young Nuotai woman who had just received her newborn squinted her eyes very serenely, and she hummed the ancient song softly. The little poros sitting around the young woman seemed to like the songs she sang very much, and one by one abnormally no longer noisy, but listened quietly.

"It's a Nuotai person after all." Xiao Sishou sat at the entrance of the snow cave and thought, "Don't forget to sing at this time."

Although the young woman hummed intermittently, the young servant heard a long, melodious melody for some unknown reason.

"She's pretty..." The little servant blushed at the young face of the new mother, curious about her name, but he still didn't ask.

The mother and son were safe, and he seemed to have nothing to do. The servant was so busy that he panicked. At the same time, he was very concerned about what happened to Bron. He silently left the snow cave for a short distance.

He first looked in the direction of the plain, and barely saw the war in the distance.

"Is Braum fighting in that place?" The little servant sighed inwardly. He felt that he had no hope of going there. Not to mention that he still had to guard the Nuotai young woman. Even if he ran over now, he would probably It takes a long time to get there.

"Where did the boy with the broken arm go?" The boy looked at the top of the mountain again, but saw nothing but the towering top of the mountain and the cliff.

"Hey what is that?" The little servant seemed to see something, he narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully, "The snow on the mountain...it seems to be moving"

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"Have you heard? Someone saw a Poro army! Armed army!"

"Ha, are you stupid? Why don't you say that you saw the Rabbit set up a kingdom!"

"That man said it was true! It was the...that Boyersson!"

"You can believe the madness of the old man Buyerson, who is a big talker. If the poros also have a king, then does the kitten and puppies, or the gutter rat in the wine cellar also have a king!"

"What you said makes sense... King Poro... It's really ridiculous, it should be fake..."

"Yeah!"