Lone Wolf of the Freljord

None of them looked back at their fate. Lawn and Grimshaw were sure to die, and the only thing left to do was to live up to their sacrifices.

Before everyone came to the ice bridge, a thick icicle condensed between the two cliffs.

"Mom, come over quickly, let's hold them back!" Ashe pointed to the other side of the bridge, and then said to Lothar, "Lothar! It's useless for you to stay, you accompany your mother up the mountain, find the way for her, and understand Yet?"

Lothar did not answer.

Ashe pushed her mother's back and said anxiously: "Come on, mother! If Avarossa's throne is really on the top of the mountain, be sure to get it! Then defeat Delacron!"

Glenna smiled.

She turned around, hugged her daughter's head, closed her eyes, and touched her forehead: "You are wrong, Ashe, although your bravery makes me extremely proud."

Ashe looked at Glenna in confusion, didn't she pursue the throne of Avarosa for most of her life?

"You don't understand, right Ashe." Glenna hugged Ashe hard, "I was never looking for the Throne of Avarossa for me, but for you."

Ashe's eyes widened, unable to understand what her mother meant.

"The throne of Avarossa is yours." Glenna handed Ashe to her two remaining blood alliances, "Take her over and break the bridge."

"Mom!" Ashe stretched out her hand, trying to grab Glenna's back, but her sworn father picked her up by the waist and forcibly took her across the bridge, "Don't! Wait!"

Lothar gave Glenna a deep look, and followed Ashe and the others across the ice bridge.

Glenna held the True Ice Axe and True Ice Spear, and Drakron's cavalry was close to her.

"Listen, **** who make magic." Glenna walked forward facing the cavalry, "In front of you is the Warmother of the Avarossa."

Glenna moved forward step by step, Delacron jumped off his mount, and walked towards her alone, as if to duel her one-on-one.

"It's a bit daring." Glenna smiled, "I'm a sharp axe, I'm a spear."

She raised her weapons in both hands and hit the ground heavily. The surging cold wave splashed a huge snow curtain, overturning a large number of cavalry.

"I am Blizzard! I am Lightning!" Following Glenna's battle cry, the leader of Drakron rushed out of the snow, and the battle axe and pitch-black magic bombarded Glenna.

Ashe cried and was carried across the bridge by her sworn father, she punched and kicked desperately: "Put me down! Mom, she can still come over! Wait a minute!"

"Glena knows how long she can last." Glenna's blood alliance is very decisive, and they absolutely obey Glenna's orders.

Click!

The ice bridge was broken.

Glenna and Ashe, separated by a high cliff.

Glenna's attack set off waves of fierce cold winds, and the power of the True Ice weapon was brought into full play in her hands. Glenna had killed dozens of enemies by herself, and every one of them was cold. Ice blood.

But this time, she faced De La Clone.

The battle soon came to an end. Drakron's magic was so powerful that even if it was as strong as Glenna, it was quickly defeated.

She dropped her weapon, vomited blood, and fell to her knees weakly.

Glenna laughed miserably. Ashe could only watch from a distance that her mother was about to be killed. The wind and snow were so loud that she couldn't even hear the voice of the battle on Glenna's side.

"It's a pity, you're just a frost priest." Glenna whispered to the Drakron leader who walked into her, "The person who defeated me is qualified to become my daughter's blood ally."

Dracron paused.

"What a pity! You are a coward!" Glenna spat out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the helmet of the leader of Drakron. "Even that wolf cub is more kind than you!"

Drakron clenched his battle axe.

"Hahahahahaha!" Glenna laughed wildly.

The jet-black battle axe fell and penetrated Glenna's body.

This is the last scene Ashe saw, the mother.

Even at a distance, Ashe believed she saw it.

The mother died with her eyes open.

"Let's go, Ashe." Lothar took Ashe's hand, "The top of the mountain is still waiting for you."

Ashe didn't shake Lothar's hand away, she was just crying, even though the tears had frozen to frost on her face, she didn't stop crying.

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Freljordians are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying like a coward. It is an honor to die with their eyes open, proving that they are not afraid to look directly at death.

For the Freljord, especially warriors who have sworn an oath, dying in honor is the best way to die, even better than dying in bed.

The Freljords are very similar to the Noxians in this regard. They all believe in Kindred, the **** of death, especially the wolf spirit that symbolizes brutal death in Kindred.

It is better to die peacefully than to die tragically.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's "Valloran's Travels: The Freljord Chapter 5: History and Culture"

Chapter 12 The Throne of Avarossa

Ashe and Lothar climbed the mountain all night without sleep.

Although Delacron killed Glenna, his pursuit of Ashe and others did not end there. As long as everyone looked down the mountain, they could still see the ominous dark magic.

Ashe looked at the distant hilltop, the sky was white with fish belly.

"Today will be a rare sunny day," said Lothar, panting. "It's good news."

"Are you okay?" Ash asked softly, in fact, she didn't mean to ask, she just wanted to say something to divert her attention.

"Fortunately, after all, I ate something last night." Losa smacked her lips, "It's a pity that all the prey I've hunted these days have been left there."

Ashe knew that Lothar was pretending to be relaxed. He was a warm-blooded person, and such a high mountain would not last long.

But Ashe did not try to persuade Lothar to go down the mountain. She knew that Lothar was stubborn, as stubborn as Glenna.

Stubborn enough to die.

Ashe rubbed his sour eyes, and they couldn't shed half a tear: "Why is Drakron still chasing our Avarossa tribe without provoking the Frost Guard?"

One of Ashe's sworn father said angrily: "It must be the Son of Ice! They don't know what conditions they used to persuade Drakron to hunt us down, and the large army of the Son of Ice must have attacked the village!"

"The village has not been fortified, what should I do?" asked another sworn father of Ashe.

Aixi thought for a moment, then decisively said: "The soldiers are divided into two groups. You go down the mountain to the village and organize everyone to escape. If it is fast enough, it should be too late."

The two sworn fathers looked at each other, and in just one night, Ashe seemed to have grown a lot.

"But we swore to protect you."

"I declare that you don't need to be bound by this oath anymore, Aunt Heleno needs you even more." Ashe said firmly, "Drakron's target must be me, if you leave me, you can go down the mountain safely. "

"Perhaps you can sneak under Drakron's nose while it's dark."

"No, I have to go up the mountain." Ash paused, "This is my mother's order, and I must not fail."

The two vowed fathers looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

They knew that Ashe was no longer a little girl who only needed protection.

A sworn father took down an iron sword and gave it to Ashe: "At least one weapon."

Ashe took the iron sword, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Hate her own weakness, if she can use the real ice weapon... maybe... maybe the fate will change.

"Protect yourself, child."

"May Avarossa guide you."

The two sworn fathers each hugged Ashe.

"May Avarosa also guide you, my sworn father." Ashe blessed.

"Cubs!" a sworn father called to Lothar.

"Yes." Lothar whispered, he tried to keep all movements as small as possible so as not to consume too much physical strength.

"You are a brave furnace." He patted Lothar on the shoulder. "Want to come down with us?"

"No." Lothar replied succinctly, "I want to be with Ashe."

"Good job." The two sworn fathers also hugged Lothar, "From today, you are no longer an outsider in our eyes, and guide Ashe on the way up the mountain."

Lothar nodded.

Ashe's sworn fathers left, she looked at Lothar: "Can you find the fastest way up the mountain?"

"Yes." Lothar looked up at the top of the mountain, "but there is still a long way to go."

"How long do you think it will take."

"At the current rate, maybe five days...depending on our luck."

"Let's go then." Ashe carried all her luggage. "If you can't hold it any longer, I will immediately abandon you and continue walking, understand?"

Lothar smiled: "I will definitely go to the top of the mountain with you."

Ashe watched Lothar silently, and lifted his cloak: "Come in."

"what?"

"Didn't you always want to hug me? It's warmer if you hug me."

…

Ashe and Lothar cuddled each other and climbed the mountain step by step.

Delacron's pursuers persevered, but they never caught up to the two. The further up the mountain, the steeper the terrain, and the cavalry could no longer use war horses to climb the mountain. And Drakron's magic seems to be getting weaker and weaker, it seems that even the terrifying ones can't challenge the stalwart of the mountain, and the number of cavalry under his men is drastically decreasing.

Ashe used his body to block the cold wind as much as possible for Lothar, while Lothar constantly observed the route, so that they would try not to take detours and reach the top of the mountain as soon as possible.

Lothar used an arrow to dig out a grass from a crack in the stone, washed the mud off its roots with snow, and put it into his mouth and chewed it.

"Are you sure you don't eat it? Although it tastes bad, it's still food." Lothar spread out his hand to Ashe, half of the grass roots in his hand.

"No need." Ashe tugged at the rope tied to her luggage tightly, looking at the top of the mountain.

"Even if you are an Iceborn, you will die if you don't eat or sleep."

"You're not the Iceborn, didn't you accompany me to walk like this for three days?"

"At least I have something to eat."

Ashe looked at Lothar, this boy was about the same age as him, still a warm-blooded person, but his willpower was more terrifying than anyone she had ever seen. Even though his body was on the verge of reaching the limit, he still insisted on climbing with her.

"What keeps him so persistent"

Ashe climbed up on a rock and reached for Losara.

The stars shone above them, and dazzling lights danced in the air.

"Look, it's the aurora." Lothar pointed to the sky.

Ashe looked in the direction Lothar pointed, she was clearly in an extremely cold place, and for some reason the colorful light made her feel warm.

"The throne of Avarossa..." Ashe whispered.

"what"

Ashe continued to climb with Lothar: "Mother said that the golden hall of Avarosa is among the mountains that contain the real ice, and endless magic flows in her throne."

Lothar said in surprise: "You mean those aurorae are magic"

"I don't know." Ashe stepped up, "but the end point of Mommy's map is here, it must be right! It must be wrong! The top of the mountain is right in front of you!"

Ashe kept repeating, she was afraid, afraid that there would be nothing on the top of the mountain, afraid that what Glenna had been pursuing for her life would be in vain, afraid that she would not have the strength to save the people of the village.

Fear that all efforts and sacrifices will be in vain.

thump!

Ashe felt empty around her, and the boy she had been holding was gone.

Ashe looked down, Lothar was falling on the cold rock.

"It seems that this is my end..." Lothar said weakly, "I'm really not reconciled, it's only a few minutes left, it's a pity..."

"Hey, stop joking!" Ashe patted Lothar's face hard, "Don't...get up!"

"I'm sorry, Ashe, I can't accompany you all the way to the top of the mountain." Lothar tried his best to pull out a smile, "Go ahead, if Avarosa's treasure is really there, remember to shout so that I can hear it. "

"I won't leave you!" Ashe seemed to have forgotten what she had said. She threw away her luggage and only pinned the iron sword to her waist.

She picked up Lothar and continued walking.