Lone Wolf of the Freljord

— Freljord Rumors

Chapter 118 Decisive Battle

Tryndamere had never felt so powerless.

He is the most dazzling warrior in the tribe, the leader entrusted by the shaman, and the trusted brother of the tribe.

But he could only watch helplessly as his tribe was slaughtered by that monster.

There is no room for thinking anymore. If the anger can be turned into reality, he must have burned himself in flames.

Relying on his strong fighting instinct and strong hatred, Tryndamere looked at the scarlet giant again and again, the best one chopped off the giant's wrist, but the giant grew back in a blink of an eye, and then struck Tryndamere again. fly.

Apart from Tryndamere, the only person who can fight against the Scarlet Giant and remain undead is Olaf, but the berserker's wounds have not yet healed, and the result of fighting regardless of the wounds is that the old wounds are re-opened, and nearly half of the blood has been lost. , fainted for the last time after being knocked into the air by the Scarlet Giant.

The night has not yet passed, and more than half of the tribe has died.

A cold wind swept across the scorching battlefield, and frost condensed on the scarlet giant.

"Bird, you're not dead!" The scarlet giant spit out disgusting words, he turned around, but what he saw surprised him.

The person who sent out the cold wind was not the bird made of ice, but a teenager.

The boy was wounded all over, his right arm was missing, and an egg-shaped piece of ice was embedded in his chest. He didn't know how he survived.

"Interesting." The scarlet giant felt the magical aura coming from the boy. It was obviously the power of ice, but it was different from the power of the bird.

The scarlet giant slashed again on Tryndamere's cold iron greatsword with a single sword. The sturdy heavy blade quenched by real ice was now almost shattered, and flew out miserably together with its master.

The scarlet giant temporarily gave up on other goals. He flapped his wings and flew towards the boy.

Lothar felt the surging magic in his body, something he had never experienced before, these powers did not belong to him, but were stuffed in, like a group of wild beasts, and his body was just a weak one. The beast pen, magic could not be stored in his body at all, but leaked out crazily, the best proof is that all the places that Lothar walked through turned into ice.

But Lothar doesn't care now, these magics want to overflow his body, so let them overflow more violently.

The scarlet giant came to Lothar in a blink of an eye, and the giant sword that seemed to be alive slashed at him with the sword energy that could split the earth.

Lothar slammed his right arm, and at the empty right arm, an arm made of pure ice condensed out and touched the giant sword.

Bang!

Lothar was knocked out unsurprisingly, but the cold wind shielded him in the air, his right arm suddenly swelled, a thick and long ice thorn shot at the scarlet giant, and a large hole was poked out of his body, and Still being eroded by frost.

Lothar looked down at his chest. He, who had just acquired magic, obviously couldn't do such meticulous magic manipulation. It was this egg that was helping him.

"He... just... recovered... has a chance... to defeat..."

The will from the egg encouraged Lothar, and he realized that the scarlet giant was much smaller than the giant he first saw fighting Anivia. After the giant sword found a new host, there was no time to make the host as powerful as the previous one.

The color of ice blue flashed in Lothar's eyes, thousands of ice condensed from his side, and the dense ice thorns flew towards the scarlet giant, but the giant avoided most of them by blocking and dodging with the giant sword, and pierced him in a small amount. The wounds caused by the ice thorns on the body also healed at an extremely fast rate, causing almost no damage.

"This... can't be done..." A new content came out of the egg, "He... will... heal itself..."

Lothar knew that an attack of this intensity was the limit of what he could do, and just summoning so many ice thorns had already made his body on the verge of collapse.

"The attack method must be changed!" Lothar said in his heart, "Find out his weakness!"

Lothar's heart sank, and two ice crystal wings grew behind him. With the boost of the cold wind, he was able to fly flexibly and quickly in the air.

The scarlet giant also flapped its membrane wings, and it seemed that he did not intend to let Lothar fly in the sky.

Lothar flew into the sky with all his might, the scarlet giant in hot pursuit, the two passed through the clouds one after the other, and the cold night sky became their battlefield.

Lothar was still trying his best to fly to a higher place. The scarlet giant wielded his great sword and shot him countless terrifying sword qi. Lothar tried his best to dodge, but there was still a sword qi that destroyed Lothar's ice wings.

It doesn't matter, with the help of the egg in his chest, Lothar did not fall, but soon reshaped the ice wing, at the cost of Lothar's body getting more and more painful.

Now Lothar not only has to endure the pain of being devoured by magic, but also the extreme cold brought by the ice magic itself. His mortal body is actually no different from death, only a trace of life is still hanging on his life. .

Lothar flew to the higher sky again, and the Scarlet Giant fluttered.

Gradually, Lothar's physical strength became weaker and weaker, the speed of the ice wings gradually slowed down, and the ice feathers scattered.

Lothar saw the moon.

At an unknown distance above the clouds, there was a huge, consummate full moon.

"It's so beautiful." Lothar said to himself, even at the juncture of life and death, he couldn't help but be touched by the moon.

As if he has the blood of a wolf in his body, Lothar has liked the moon very much since he was a child. This is the first time he has seen the bright moon so closely.

"If I survive this time... Next harvest festival, invite Ashe to watch the moon." Lothar thought to himself.

A burning sensation suddenly came from behind Lothar. It was the scarlet giant, who had caught up with Lothar.

The scarlet giant Liso's two swords cut off Lothar's wings, and then grabbed Lothar with one hand.

Lothar looked at the scarlet giant's face up close. There was no trace of his original master on this face. It was just a simple and ugly face, full of bloodthirsty desire.

The scarlet giant squeezed his hands tightly, and Lothar felt like he was about to be crushed.

"Unfortunately, I won." Lothar smiled miserably and said to the scarlet giant, "Someone taught me that the world outside the cloud is freezing to death."

Lothar looked up at the moon and howled like a real wolf.

Only then did the scarlet giant realize that he had been tricked.

He flew too high, and the cold in the sky was worse than the Freljord winter, and the natural ice crystals condensed on his body.

The Scarlet Giant threw Lothar out, but it was too late.

Losar detonated all the ice magic in his body at once, and the majestic power of ice and cold burst out. He couldn't dodge such a close-range attack at all, and was completely covered by ice.

The natural frost, coupled with the magical frost, under the double ice, the scarlet giant was completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

Without the support of their wings, the Scarlet Giant and Lothar fell from the sky at the same time.

Lothar, who was dying, did not know that the giant sword released the last crimson sword mark before it was completely frozen, and it was engraved on his body.

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Outer space probe Zero, funded by the Myrdalda family, has now been declared a failure, and the wreckage of the probe has been found in a fjord 17 nautical miles from Piltover.

According to researchers, the reason for this failure is that the metal structure of the detector casing is easy to absorb water vapor, resulting in freezing at the temperature of low pressure and low temperature in outer space. The research team has now turned to the project of making alloys that meet the new standards of the detector.

— "Piltover University Journal"

First Fragment Olaf and Tryndamere

The mountains in the east are white with fish belly, announcing the end of the night.

Tryndamere looked silently at his home, now in ruins.

The cries and sobbings came incessantly, and Tryndamere's heart sank to the bottom.

Last night, he saw Lothar suddenly use ice magic, leading the monster to fly into the sky.

After a while, the monster fell from the sky, covered in ice and its body shattered.

But unfortunately, that great sword fell on a man.

The giant sword once again gave up its host and turned to parasitize this person.

What happened next was just a brutal and unusual battle.

Tryndamere didn't know how many people died in his tribe, and he didn't have the courage to know.

He was defeated countless times by the scarlet giants last night, and his tenacious will made him invincible, but the difference in strength was too great, he was still unable to kill the monster, but he was almost dying.

Strangely, the monster let him go.

More than that, that monster unleashed something weird on Tryndamere, a magical curse

Tryndamere didn't know what it was, all he knew was that he was wounded almost dead last night, and he woke up this morning with no scars on his body.

"What happened?" Tryndamere couldn't understand. There was too much happening this night. He needed time to sort out his tribe's affairs, the monster's affairs, and his own affairs.

"Has anyone seen that kid Lothar? Just that kid without a right hand!" A rough voice caught Tryndamere's attention, the berserker who came with Lothar.

"Can't you find Lothar?" Tryndamere asked as he stepped forward.

The Berserker clutched at his wound. He was so badly wounded that Tryndamere was surprised that he was still able to stand.

Olaf said angrily, "Isn't that true! I've almost visited this place! I haven't even seen his shadow!"

Tryndamere had a bad feeling in his heart: "I'll ask someone to look for it more carefully!"

They searched together for a long time, but they still found no trace of Lothar.

"Fuck!" Olaf couldn't help but swear, "What the **** happened last night!"

Tryndamere said solemnly: "Lothar... he was probably sacrificed."

Olaf's eyes widened: "Impossible! That kid is very slick! If I die, he won't die! Impossible!"

"I know it may be difficult for you to accept...but..." Tryndamere said it anyway, "he went to fight that monster last night...and..."

"Result" Olaf swallowed.

"The monster is back...he didn't..."

"where did they go"

Tryndamere pointed to the top of his head.

Olaf looked up at the sky, there was nothing in the sky.

He felt very confused. For so long, it was Lothar who told him to follow him. Now that Lothar was not around, he couldn't think of what he should do next.

"Tendamere!" A tribal warrior ran to Tryndamere. "All the dead have been counted."

"It's finally here." Tryndamere said bitterly, "Tell me."

"A total of 70% of the ethnic group died." The warrior wiped his tears and said, "The shaman also died."

Tryndamere clenched his fists tightly, his chest hard to calm.

"What should we do? Tryndamere," the usually strong warrior choked up now, "Winter is coming, and we don't have enough manpower to support it."

Tryndamere thought for a long time, and finally turned to Olaf and asked, "Do you know how the Avarossa tribe got there?"

Olaf came to his senses: "I know... I know."

"Take us there."

"What are you going to do?"

"To take refuge," Tryndamere said. "We have no choice but to take refuge with a tribe that will accept us."

"Are we going to migrate?" the warrior exclaimed, "At this time, migration will kill a lot of people!"

"If you don't migrate, you will die more!" Tryndamere gritted his teeth and said to Olaf, "Brother, please, take us there."

"Oh...oh..." Olaf replied naively, "Come...take you, take you...I have to tell Lothar his mother-in-law Lothar..."

Olaf still did not say the word "death" in the end.

He stared at the sky, as if trying to find a trace of the boy.

But he didn't see anything, only the disappearing moon on the edge of the sky reminded him that everything last night ended with the disappearance of that boy.

Second Fragment Ashe

"Let's celebrate the Harvest Festival!"

Ashe stood on the high platform, Zhen Bing longbow shot brilliant crystal arrows, and a beautiful rain of broken ice fell over the entire banquet.

The Avarossa people in the audience cheered.

After more than half a year of hard work, Avarosa finally gained a firm foothold in Lakstark. New farmland, fishing grounds and hunting grounds have been successfully opened, and most of the nearby tribes have been accommodated. The autumn harvest is also better than expected. Not a lot.

Avarossa is growing stronger and stronger at a visible rate, and all of this is inseparable from Ashe's hard work.

"Praise Avarossa! Praise Ashe! Praise the War Mother!"

"May the Mother of War always be beautiful and powerful!"

"May the war mother's child be as beautiful as she is!"

"Praise the Ice Sisters! Avarossa! Cerylda! Lissandra!"

Ashe smiled and accepted all the blessings from the audience: "People of Avarossa! The harvest festival of so many people is unprecedented! Now! We are now a family! Enjoy the wine, bread and meat!"

Ashe held the Zhenbing longbow high, and the cheers from the crowd grew even louder.

Ashe smiled bitterly in his heart: "Is it myself or this bow who really supports Avarossa?"

Countless people believe that she is the reincarnation of Avarossa because of this bow. In fact, Ashe is not sure whether she is really the legendary queen.