The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Mutation

“I hope you can join Avarosa.” Lothar expressed his intentions.

“No.” Tryndamere refused without thinking.

“Don’t worry, the Avarosa tribe is a tribe that hopes to unify the Freljord and realize equality for everyone. There will be no restrictions on your joining.”

“That doesn’t work either.” Tryndamere still refused.

“What about the vassal?”

“No.” Tryndamere said resolutely, “Our tribe is very strong, and we don’t need to bow to others’ knees.”

Lothar was not disappointed either. The conditions just now were just a try, and he didn’t expect much: “Then the alliance is equal in status. They don’t need to share supplies, but they can support each other in difficulties.”

Tryndamere pondered for a while: “Avarosa is far to the west, right? How can I support you?”

“Avarosa will expand.” Lothar said confidently, “You know, War Mother is the reincarnation of Avarosa himself, and many tribes have joined us unconditionally. I believe that within a few years, the land of Avarosa will It can expand to the middle of the Freljord and even further east.”

Tryndamere’s eyes suddenly sharpened: “Will you start a war?”

“Absolutely not.” Lothar said. “As you heard just now, Warmother Ashe likes peace. Anyone who is willing to join Avarosa is absolutely welcome. If you don’t want to join, you will never force it.”

Tryndamere and the warriors looked at each other in dismay. Born and raised in the Freljord, this was the first time they had heard of a warmother who didn’t like fighting.

The reason why war mothers are called war mothers is because they are the war leaders of a tribe. A war mother who does not fight is as useless as a sword without a sharpened edge.

Tryndamere carefully looked at the young man in front of him. Lothar had indeed helped him a lot before, but since he hadn’t seen him for so long, he wasn’t sure if Lothar had ulterior motives. Moreover, what Lothar said was too mysterious. To be honest, Tryndamere didn’t really believe it.

Lothar saw Tryndamere’s hesitation. He shrugged and said, “You don’t need to believe me now, but you will believe it in a few years. Avarosa will become stronger and stronger.”

“Hmm…” Tryndamere decided to think carefully. The shaman entrusted him with the task. His decision would affect the fate of the entire tribe, so he had to be cautious.

“How about this.” Tryndamere spread his arms, “Give me a night to discuss with the elders of the clan, and you can stay here first tonight.”

“Is it okay?” Lothar said politely, “Actually, we have other places to go, will you bother me?”

“It’s okay.” Tryndamere waved his hand, “It just so happens that we are going to hold a banquet tonight.”

“Banquet! Wine and meat!” Olaf regained his energy all of a sudden.

“Banquet celebration or something? “Lothar asked.

Tryndamere smiled and hugged Lothar’s shoulder: “Speaking of which, it has something to do with you.”

“It has something to do with me.” Losa was confused.

…

“Everyone!” Tryndamere held his wine glass high, “Tonight! Let us celebrate that we have driven out the southern army again!”

The tribesmen sitting around the campfire raised their arms and shouted, the light of the campfire reflected the snowflakes all over the sky.

“Those Noxians claim to be invincible! Invincible! But they still can’t defeat us who are blessed by the gods!”

The second wave of cheers sounded.

“We were born here! We fought here! Trolls, Frost Guards, and Noxians! They will never set foot on our farmland, hunting grounds, or tribe!”

The tribesmen cheered for joy. The men hugged each other and sang hunting songs. The young people jumped onto the dance floor hoping to attract the attention of their crushes.

After Tryndamere finished his toast, he turned and sat at the table led by Lothar.

“Do you really not need me to introduce you to the tribesmen?” Tryndamere asked. “You helped us repel the Noxians back then. I didn’t even have a chance to thank you.”

“No, to be honest, I don’t really like being noticed.” Lothar smiled slyly, “But if you can let me promote Avarosa when you introduce me, I would be willing.”

“Don’t think about it.” Tryndamere reached out and handed Lothar a roast leg of lamb. “As for the alliance, I will discuss it with the clan elders tonight, and I will give you an answer tomorrow.”

“Hmm.” Lothar didn’t force it. He glanced at Olaf who was struggling to fight against alcohol and meat, and then asked Tryndamere, “Are the Noxians coming again this year?”

“Yeah.” Tryndamere took a sip of the mead, “The last time you helped us drive out the Noxians, they probably lived in peace for two or three years, but I don’t know why they have started attacking us again in the past few years. In the area, this year they sent half more troops than last year.”

“But you still won.”

“It wasn’t easy to win.” Tryndamere sighed, “We lost a lot of soldiers.”

Lothar was not surprised by this answer. The Noxians are indeed difficult to deal with. Although their soldiers may not be as strong as the warriors who grew up in the ice and snow, their weapons and equipment are far better than those of the Freljord. Any tribe is enough to make up for the strength of soldiers. Lothar also knew that they would also use powerful things such as siege monsters, muskets and artillery on the battlefield. The only remaining advantage of the Freljord tribe was natural danger.

The topic suddenly became serious, and neither of them spoke.

After a while, Tryndamere was the first to break the silence: “By the way, how did you help us drive that Noxian army away and what method did you use?”

“Do you believe me when I said that I scared them away by my own intimidation?”

“Do not believe.”

Lothar smiled and drank to himself: “It’s troublesome to explain, but I still helped you get rid of that Noxus army, isn’t that enough?”

Seeing that Lothar didn’t want to say anything, Tryndamere didn’t ask. He has a straightforward personality and doesn’t like to stalk people: “Are you taking this berserker around to recruit subordinates and allies for Avarosa?”

“Yeah, I’ll also meet my acquaintances by the way.” Lothar said with a smile, “You see, you almost didn’t recognize me after not seeing you for so many years. If it takes longer, I’m afraid you will forget me completely.”

“I will never forget those who have been kind to me.” Tryndamere said solemnly, “My tribe will never forget either.”

“Your words are enough.” Lothar drank the honey wine in one gulp, and he didn’t know whether it was the wine or the atmosphere of the banquet. How are you doing? Have you become the leader of your tribe?”

Boom!

Just as Tryndamere was about to answer, a terrible loud noise suddenly shattered the atmosphere of the entire banquet.

“What’s going on!” Tryndamere quickly stood up and picked up the cold iron sword behind him.

Losa looked into the distance and pointed, “It’s the voice from the mountain over there!”

“Where’s the horn player! Everyone is on alert! Children and old people go back to the house!” Tryndamere couldn’t care less about entertaining the guests, he roared loudly like a bell, and directed the people in an orderly manner.

“It’s been a few years since I haven’t seen him, but he looks more like a leader.” Lothar looked at Tryndamere’s back and said to himself.

Lothar patted Olaf who was still eating and drinking: “He’s still eating! There’s a fight!”

“What a fight!” Olaf wiped his mouth full of oil stains, stood up reeking of alcohol, and raised his tomahawk excitedly, “Who are you hitting?”

“I don’t know, most of them are from Noxus.” Lothar looked at the mountain in the distance. Although it was already dark, he could still see what happened to the mountain—half of the cliff had been destroyed, rolling stones and The sand suddenly collapsed, “Is it the explosives of the Noxians? What are they doing to blow up the mountain?”

Before the loud noise of the landslide was over, Lothar discovered something strange again.

“This snow…has it gotten heavier?”

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The most difficult thing for the Noxus army to deal with was not their soldiers, nor their domesticated dragon lizards and war elephants, but the black powder.

These things can cause a violent explosion in a very small amount. It is said that the alchemists of the Noxus Military Department combined the technology from the progressive city of Piltover to develop it. The formula is absolutely confidential.

How to deal with the Noxus army in battleThe various tactics implemented around black powder on the field are compulsory courses for every commander.

——Excerpt from the Demacia Reserve Barracks Textbook