Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Braum asked the boss to refill him with a glass of goat milk: "The Frost Guard is indeed a problem. My sister and the others have also been attacked. I don't know what these people want to do."

"I don't know, but I hope you can help us fight the Frost Guard." Lothar said sincerely, "Avarosa needs your strength, and so does the Freljord."

"Today you proved yourself." After thinking, Blom said, "Although you used the power of the king, you saved people in the end, so I chose to trust you again. After escorting the Nortai clan, I will go to Lak. Stark see, as for whether to join, let me meet the new war mother first."

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, that's enough, I will definitely find a way to find it, you go and tell Wang and Dakui not to worry. By the way, you can persuade the Nuotai clan to join Ava. Rosa?"

"I don't have much hope." Blom shook his head, "The Notai clan's nomadic tradition has been going on for many, many years, and it's not that easy to convince them to find a place to settle down."

"You can persuade me. No, don't force it. They are suffering a lot of damage now. It's better to find a place to settle down." As soon as Lothar finished speaking, he heard the door of the tavern being pushed open.

It was the young Nuotai woman, who was holding her baby and walked in under the **** of the tavern boy.

Bloom hurried to her side: "Reka, why are you up?"

Reka smiled tenderly: "The shaman has already said that I'm fine, Blom, I just want to bring the child to thank you."

Lothar also came over: "Thanks is not necessary, you and the child are fine."

Reka shook her head: "How can this work, you saved our mother and son's life! I don't even know your name yet."

"My name is Lothar, Lothar of the Avarossa tribe." Lothar smiled, and touched the face of the little baby in Reka's arms, "I wish you can live until the naming day, little guy."

Brown looked at the servant and said, "By the way, I don't know your name yet, brave boy."

"Brave boy," Lothar asked curiously.

"You don't know yet, he and I resisted that avalanche together!" Bloom smiled and patted the servant's shoulder.

"Oh" Lothar said jokingly, "That is indeed a great achievement, and it can be written into a new legendary story. Don't forget to mention my name in the story, just to promote Avarosa."

The boy's face suddenly flushed red, and he, who had always admired Bloom, became at a loss for a while.

"Tell me, boy, what's your name?" Brown asked the boy.

"Bububububulong...is asking...me, my, my name...my, my, my, my name..." The little boy stammered and said words out of his mouth, his whole face turned into a pig's liver In the end, his eyes turned white and fainted.

"This worthless thing!" The tavern owner kicked the little boy in disgust.

The crowd burst into cheerful laughter.

Reka wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said to Rosa, "I'm really grateful to you for letting me have this child. I want to tell you his name."

Lothar was startled: "Isn't he not yet on the naming day?"

"I will take care of him and grow up well." Reka said firmly, "Even if he is very thin now, I will definitely not let him leave me."

Lothar didn't say anything. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't think the premature baby had much hope of surviving, but he didn't say it either. He didn't want to kill the new mother's hope.

As Bloom once said to him - as long as there is hope and inspiration, even if so many of his legends are exaggerated, what's the harm? He is still a hero, a hero of the Freljord.

"Okay then." Lothar smiled encouragingly at Reka, "Tell me his name."

Reka gently held the little baby in front of Lothar, and the little guy slept peacefully.

Reka said, "His name is Nunu."

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Oh, and Braum has a new heroic legend.

For an innocent nomadic tribe.

He fought the Frost Calamity with all his might.

Berserkers help him break down the enemy.

Avarosa boy runs to save the people.

Even the tavern boy did not want to live.

Don't forget the poro that cheers Braum.

A new life is born in the fire of war.

Snow Mountain's anger finally broke Frost.

Oh, and Braum has a new heroic legend.

—Excerpt from Freljord legends

Chapter 103: Drunk Owl's Little House

Lothar and Olaf say goodbye to Braum, and they go to find the next man.

"You said that a group of poros blocked Drakron's cavalry team and caused an avalanche." Olaf chewed snow-melted peppers and exhaled with a look of disbelief, "You **** tell me children's stories. !"

"Don't believe it!" Lothar kicked Olaf's leg, and he was in a good mood after successfully persuading Braum to go to Laxstark, "Come on, we must get to the Drunk Owl's tavern tonight! "

"It's a pub again..." Olaf murmured, "Who is the guy you're looking for this time? Or don't you fight me like that stinky bald head? You'll get angry when you mention him!"

"Don't worry." Rosa said, "The people you're looking for in this show are quite... quite fond of fighting."

Olaf raised his eyebrows, he didn't quite believe it and said, "Can you fight?"

Lothar said with a wicked smile, "Quite capable of fighting."

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Drunk Owl's Restaurant is very famous in the local area.

There are many reasons to ask why it is famous.

First of all, it is an old shop that has been passed down for hundreds of years and has been established since the generation of the current owner's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother.

Secondly, the stewed soup and home brewing in Zuixiao Xiaoguan could not find a rival for hundreds of miles. After a bowl of stewed soup and a sip of wine, all the cold of the whole day would be driven away. Countless people wanted to get the secret recipe from the owner of Zuixiao Xiaoguan, but they were unsuccessful.

Then, the waiters hired by Zuixiao Xiaoguan are all young and beautiful girls. Although they are neither prostitute nor entertaining, as long as you put two more blood money in their cleavage, and then say something sweet and sweet, they will also Wouldn't mind being held by you and drinking all night long. However, it should be noted that if you don't want to be thrown by iron pots and kitchen knives, you should never touch the daughter of the tavern owner.

In the end, the owner of the Drunk Owl is a well-known old man and story king. In his own words, he knows the whole Freljord story. In fact, you can ask a lot of strange things from his mouth. Weird legend, as to whether it is true or not, you can only judge for yourself.

All in all, Zuixiao Xiaoguan is a good place to go. Whether you are a glutton, a wanderer, a single young man, or a pervert, a musician, or a bandit, this is the best choice to pass the time.

The business of the drunk owl tavern at night was exceptionally good, and Olaf fell in love with this place as soon as he entered the drunk owl tavern.

The fresh broth and draught beer in the air are terribly tempting, and the fire in the fireplace makes it feel like home. Every table was filled with guests, chatting loudly, for fear that others would not hear him. There is also a performance stage in the corner of the pavilion. Several bards sing with their horns and beast drums. The songs include heroic epics, ancient myths and obscene lyrics.

The waitress twisted her **** and served Olaf a plate full of food and wine. Judging from the way she deliberately brought her bare thighs close to Olaf, the waitress still wanted to learn from this rich big man. Get some extra income on your beard.

"Go, go! Don't hinder Lao Tzu from eating!" Olaf waved away the displeased waitress, rubbed his hands together, and grabbed the greasy roast pork leg and gnawed it.

"I don't see that you are not close to women." Lothar sat opposite Olaf and picked up a skewer on the table.

"Cut!" Olaf said disdainfully while chewing on the meat, "Which tribe's woman doesn't think of herself as a treasure, and the last time she went to her, he made a mess! I'm annoying!"

Lothar laughed and said, "I didn't expect the Rockfather Berserker, who is not afraid of the sky, to be afraid of women."

Olaf remembers his eyes turning red: "Who said I'm afraid! I'm just annoying! I'm annoying!"

"Yes, yes..." Lothar bit the skewer, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The man he was waiting for came.

"Boss!" A rough and hoarse man pushed open the door of the tavern, his voice resounding throughout the Zui Xiao tavern.

Everyone focused their attention on him. The speaker was a big fat man with a huge body. The fat on his body was stacked up like a hill, and his huge beer belly made it hard to see his legs. On such a cold night, he actually didn't wear half of his clothes, and a pair of felt trousers was his only clothes. But he is not equipped with a real ice weapon, and he can't tell if he is of the ice bloodline. He has no hair, and his red beard hangs down to his belly and has several braids. He also held an oversized wooden wine barrel in his hand, and from his flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, he was drunk.

When the owner of Zuixiao Xiaoguan, who was cooking soup, saw the person coming, his face suddenly turned bitter: "Gulagas! Didn't I tell you not to come! I won't tell you the recipe of my wine!"

The big fat man named Gragas burped loudly, causing the guests and waitresses who were close to him to flee.

Gragas dragged his fat body to the side of the counter: "Boss! It's a pity that your recipe is buried here! Give me the best place! I will brew the best mead in the world!"

The boss rubbed his forehead with a headache: "No! This recipe was handed down by my ancestors! Even if the three sisters came to ask me in person, I couldn't give it!"

The drinkers in the drunk owl's tavern stopped talking one after another, each holding a glass of wine to watch the liveliness of Gugalas.

"Yo! Big fat man! Come on and cheat the boss's secret recipe!"

"Don't give it to the boss! Give it to me! I'll exchange it for ten Ernyuks!"

"Fuck you! Ten Ernyuks want the boss's recipe and I'll give thirty!"

"I will marry my little girl to you!"

"I'll give you myself!"

The laughter and scolding in the tavern intensified, and everyone wondered how Gragas would stalk the boss today.

Olaf bit the big pig bone in his mouth, enjoying the delicious taste of the bone marrow: "Boy, this is the second person you said you're looking for, isn't he a fat alcoholic? This can be compared to that Bron. "

"You'll find out later." Lothar ate the meat with a funny look on her face.

"Come on!" Olaf was used to Lothar's rhetoric. "Aren't you going to say hello to him? Didn't you say you knew him?"

"Well... I had a relationship when I was a child." Lothar threw the iron stick back into the dinner plate, "It's useless to talk to him now, he's so drunk, and I'm not sure he still recognizes it. Recognize me, I'll go when he wakes up tomorrow morning."

"Well..." Olaf continued to drink and eat meat, and kept his eyes on Gugalas, "I want to see what this big fat man is capable of."

A brown-feathered owl flew over from the back kitchen, with a carrot hanging from its claws, and threw it into the soup pot beside the boss without error.

This is also the origin of the name of the drunk owl tavern - there is always an owl in the tavern.

Gragas burped again, the smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and the owl, which was still flapping its wings in the air, was unfortunately affected, and fell into the soup pot with a whimper.

"No!" The tavern owner was quick to catch the little owl, otherwise he would have to reluctantly add an owl soup to tonight's menu.

"Haha... I'm sorry..." Gragas rubbed his stomach, the fat all over his body surging like waves, "The recently brewed wine has added yellow head **** and ugly garlic, and the taste is a bit strong."

"Get out!" The tavern owner, who has always been kind to others, finally couldn't help but get angry, "I tell you Gragas! I will never give you the recipe! Never! You will never be able to brew it in your life. More than my wine!"

Gragas' eyes widened, his mouth pouted, like a child who was wronged, and he didn't speak.

The tavern owner was also mute, and he felt as if he was talking too much, but he couldn't take it back after he said it.

Gragas hugged the wine barrel in loss and walked towards the gate.

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The drunk owl tavern is full of wine and meat.

The price is favorable, and the old man is not deceived.

Fights are welcome, prostitution is not allowed.

- Signboard of Drunk Owl's Restaurant

Chapter 104 Gragas

Suddenly, a flying axe was inserted into the wooden floor against Gragas' belly. Gragas was taken aback and looked in the direction where the axe was thrown.

Olaf wiped off the alcohol foam and oil stains on his beard, and walked towards Gragas with his bare hands: "Don't rush to go, big fat man, I heard that you are very good at fighting, how about you come and fight with Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu My hands are itchy lately."

Gragas turned his head coldly, and said in a stern voice, "I'm not in the mood!"

"That's up to you." Olaf moved his muscles and walked to Gragas, "Although I prefer to use an axe, but you are fat and bullying you with weapons, so let's fight me hand-to-hand with me. , whoever kills the first one wins."

"I said, I'm not in the mood!" Gragas's fat palm pushed towards Olaf.

"Ha!" Olaf punched Gragas in the face, and the fat man fell to the ground.

Olaf shook his fist and said disdainfully, "It's soft when you fight, are you really good at fighting?"

The audience at Zui Xiao Xiaoguan, including Lothar, all looked like they were watching a good show. People who knew him wouldn't really regard him as just a fat man with a big belly.

Gragas got up from the ground, wiped the blood from his nose, and unscrewed the cork of his wine barrel.

Olaf raised his eyebrows, and there was an extremely cold wine smell in this unassuming wine barrel. It is impossible for ordinary wine to have such a smell.

"Zhen Bing" Olaf immediately recognized what was in the wine barrel, he licked his lips, "Interesting."

Gragas picked up the wine barrel, pointed his mouth at the mouth of the barrel, and poured his head up.

Goo-dong, goo-dong, goo-dong.

Everyone was silent, including Olaf, who were all waiting for Gragas.

"Ha..." Gragas breathed happily, chomping his lips.

His face turned even redder, like a red-hot iron ingot, "It's almost smelly...but enough...who! You're going to fight, right! Come on!"

Gragas put the big wine barrel aside, and the fat all over his body slowly turned red, and he shook three times, and kept yelling at Olaf.

"Bastard!" Olaf raised his fist and smashed into Gragas' face again.

However, this time, Gragas took the lead, and his heavy body slammed forward. Before Olaf's fist fell on him, he was knocked out and knocked over three tables.

"Yohoo! Nice job!"