The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: The Great Hero Braum

The young man hurried over to bring the warming honey wine to the big man. The big man grabbed the jug and drank it sullenly.

Because the appearance of the big man was too frightening, the boy didn’t dare to talk to the two of them for a while, and the ferocity of the big man made him even a little out of breath.

“This is definitely a berserker who killed countless people! The double axes on his waist must have chopped off hundreds of thousands of heads!” The boy’s heart was beating uncontrollably, and emotions of fear and worship surged wildly in his heart , He has longed to go to the battlefield since he was a child, and he is at a loss at this moment.

“Boy, when do we have to wait?” The big man didn’t notice that there was a person whose blood was boiling because of his appearance. He drank a large pot of wine in two or three gulps, wiped off the foam on his beard, and complained to the boy, “Traveling through mountains and rivers for so long is just to come to this place where birds don’t shit.”

The boy yawned: “Just wait a day, he should come here.”

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he only heard the door of the tavern be opened again. It was the owner of the tavern who had returned.

“Oh, there are customers.” The tavern owner was about to greet the guests on the table, but 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 boy said honestly: “I don’t know? Isn’t that berserker the hero you mentioned, boss?”

“Put your Ernuk’s stinky fart on!” the tavern owner cursed in a low voice, “Have you ever seen a hero with such a scary look! This is obviously a ruthless man who kills without batting an eye! Have you ever seen a berserker? Or why is this guy so unreasonable!”

“Then…then what should I do?”

“What else can I do to serve him, don’t give him an excuse to take out the axe!” Seeing the boy’s frightened look, the boss comforted him, “Don’t worry too much, as long as the big hero comes, how about we We’ll be safe, he’ll protect us.”

“Oh oh…” The boy agreed in a daze.

“What day is it today? It’s both a berserker and a great hero…” The servant murmured in a low voice. At the same time, he still couldn’t help secretly looking at the muscles and the iron ax on the big man’s body, yearning for him.

The tavern fell into an eerie calm for a moment. Neither the young man and the big man who were drinking, nor the boss and the boy behind the bar had any intention of speaking.

The sun had just risen in the sky, and not many people would come to the tavern to get drunk early in the morning, so apart from them, not many people would come in.

I don’t know how long it took, but the calm was broken.

What broke the calm was the chirping sound from outside the tavern, like the cry of some small animal, cheerful and lively.

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

An extremely strong man walked in.

The man had an impressive appearance – a bald head, a handsome goatee on his lips, and a masculine and friendly countenance. There are blue totem tattoos painted on the broad upper body. In the icy and snowy land of the Freljord, this man is actually not wearing a shirt. The only things he wears are a vest, a pair of pants, and a huge metal belt. The muscles on the man’s body are strong and full. Unlike Olaf, where each muscle contains explosive power, his muscles are more indestructible like calm rocks.

The most eye-catching thing is the things he holds in his hands.

It was a huge shield, which was ridiculously huge. The man was already tall enough to walk into the front door of the tavern by bending over slightly, but this shield was much taller than himself, and the man had to hold it sideways to bring it into the tavern. The shield has a broad surface and a thick edge. It is hard to imagine how heavy such a huge shield must be. There is also an exquisite relief of a goat’s head on the front of the shield. It is not clear what material it is made of, but it must have been made by a very powerful furnace maker.

“Hohohohoho!” The man let out a hearty laugh, and came with him, and there were countless large and small snow-white fur balls clustered around his feet—— Poro—the chirping voices he heard just now were these little guys They stuck out their tongues one by one, huddled, and squeezed back and forth in a naive manner.

“Long time no see, boss!” The man greeted the tavern owner with glowing eyes, “Old rules! I want a cup of warm goat’s milk and bake some biscuits for these little guys!”

The boy hasn’t suddenly appeared from a man.After recovering from the shock, he subconsciously said, “Sorry, this store only sells wine…”

“Yes, yes!” The tavern owner interrupted the boy, and embraced the man with open arms, “Bron! I’ll give you everything. ?.0′.5,,8’5. ;6 Ready! Come in!”

“Bron!” The boy trembled as if he had been electrocuted, the image of the legendary hero who had accomplished countless miracles perfectly overlapped with the shield-wielding man in front of him, and his heartbeat began to speed up crazily, “It’s actually Bron! The big hero the boss is talking about is Braum!”

“Hohohoho!” Braum smiled happily, and said softly to the Poro at his feet, “Did you hear that, the boss? 2?.0′.5,,8’5. ;6 I have prepared delicious baked biscuits, thank you boss soon!”

The little Poro stuck out their tongues one by one, their chubby bodies rolled onto the tavern owner’s body, and their tongues licked his face, very happy.

“Hahaha, your saliva is so sticky that my beard is wet!” The tavern owner smiled happily and asked Bron, “How many days do you plan to stay this time?”

“It won’t last for a few days.” Bloom pampered the poros on the boss with his big hands. “I’m escorting the Notai 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 Bron and the tavern owner.

Braum looked in the direction where the voice came from. A teenager with a broken arm was sitting at the table, smiling at him.

Bron’s eyes suddenly widened. Even though he hadn’t seen this boy for many years and the boy had grown a lot, he still recognized him at a glance.

“Lothar…” Bron murmured.

“Well…it’s me.” The boy named Lothar said calmly.

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Braum is the legendary ice-born hero in the Freljord, and he should be the most famous hero in the entire Freljord. The image is a strong ice blood with a huge shield (some stories say that the shield he is carrying is actually a door panel).

There are legends about Braum spread among almost every tribe and clan, and you can hear countless stories about Braum in a night in a meadhouse and tavern – clearing an entire oak tree overnight Lin, punched through an entire mountain with his fist, owns a giant shield with powerful magic, and so on. Some stories are so bizarre and exaggerated that people have to doubt their authenticity.

But no matter what, Bron is indeed a great hero. In the story, the purpose of all his actions is to protect and save others, and he never receives rewards. Many tribes I have traveled to say that they have been helped by Bron, but it is a pity that I have not been able to meet him, otherwise I can interview him.

Thanks to Braum’s great achievements in doing good deeds in the Freljord, he got an honorary title – the Heart of the Freljord.

——Excerpt from “Valoran Travels: The Freljord