The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Pregnant woman

“Damn it, it’s a pregnant woman!” Lothar didn’t care about the risk of being hit by flying arrows and magic if he got too close. He had to save the pregnant woman.

He had to prove himself to Bron.

“This way!” Lothar shouted loudly, and rushed towards the pregnant woman. Several icicles and arrows flew by not far from him, but he didn’t slow down, the more hesitant he was hit The more likely it is.

Section 52

The pregnant woman of the Notai clan was pale. She desperately moved and ran towards Lothar, but her condition was obviously very bad. Lothar saw the blood-soaked padded jacket on her body—she was injured.

“Hold on! I’ll be right there!” Lothar ran with all his strength while avoiding the rain of arrows and ice thorns, getting closer and closer to the pregnant woman.

The distance between her and Lothar was only a few steps away, as long as she stretched out her hand, she could touch it, but Lothar’s pupils constricted, and he saw a stream arrow attacking the pregnant woman’s back.

Lothar didn’t dare to hesitate, quickly pulled out the knife from his waist, and threw it towards the pregnant woman.

Lothar originally thought that the pregnant woman would look terrified in the face of his throwing knife, but she was unusually calm, and her eyes approached Lothar firmly.

“A courageous woman can be easily rescued.” Lothar thought to himself, “It seems that my luck today is not too bad.”

The flying knife intercepted Liu Shi in the air and knocked it into the air.

Losa successfully picked up the pregnant woman, and he didn’t bother to pick up his knife. He hugged the pregnant woman with one arm, and used his back as a cover for her: “Quick! Run as fast as you can!”

The pregnant woman looked at Lothar, with pain on her face: “My water broke.”

Lothar was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that the smell of war covered up many smells in the air. If it was normal, he should have smelled the unique smell of the pregnant woman—she was about to give birth.

…

The boy walked back to the tavern in despair.

After Bron and the others rushed out, the boy hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed.

He wanted to help, and wanted to see the battle of the great hero Braum. Every battle of Braum was a popular story that could be passed down to every tribe in the Freljord.

If possible… He also wants to be a part of Bron’s story.

But he was just a little bit slower. He saw from a distance that Braum used his big shield to carry the three of them down the mountain. No matter what he did, he couldn’t catch up.

“It seems that I’m destined to be a tavern boy…” The boy sighed, “I won’t have my name in any legendary story.”

The tavern was deserted, and there was no one there, only the little Poros left by Braum were still on the counter.

They had already eaten all the biscuits on the plate. Seeing the boy coming in, all the little guys looked at him in unison, their peas-sized eyes glistening.

“That’s great, little ones.” The boy sat at the counter and poured himself a glass of mead, “How long have you been with Hero Bron? You must have witnessed many stories, right?”. ”

The boy drank the honey wine in one gulp, then limply on the counter: “I want to be a hero too…”

The little poro sat around the boy and started licking his ears and cheeks.

“Are you comforting me? Thank you…” The boy was moved, and kept scratching the soft bellies of the little Poro, making them laugh.

Squeak!

There was a noise from behind the boy, and the people in the tavern were pushed away.

He hurriedly looked back, expecting that Bron or the boss had returned.

But he didn’t see anyone, only a wooden door swinging back and forth.

“Is it the wind?” Before the boy could react, a sudden sharp pain came from his calf.

“Aww!” The little servant hopped his feet in pain, and when he took a closer look, he realized that it was actually a Poro that was beating him.

This Poro is different from the Poro I’ve seen before, it’s quite – burly.

This poro was as high as the boy’s knees. Although it was still cute and chubby, it wore a one-eyed patch on its face, the kind that the pirate clans on the west coast often wear. It also has a larger and thicker beard than the average poro, which looks a lot like Braum’s beard. The most exaggerated thing is that this poro also carried a hammer on its shoulder, and the boy’s calf was severely beaten by this thing.

“Anivia’s feather! What the hell is this Poro holding a hammer?” The boy felt that he had seen more new things in one day than he had in his whole life.

Seeing the appearance of the Big Poro, the little Poros on the counter grinned one by one, crowded behind it, and chirped something to the Big Poro.

After hearing this, the burly Poro looked at the boy with displeasure, his face showed the attitude of an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes, he stretched out his little paw and pointed to the boy, and then pointed to the door of the tavern.

The boy was stunned for a while: “You are… Let me go with Hero Bron and the others.”

The burly Poro nodded.

The boy was speechless. Although he had heard rumors that Poro had the ability to read people’s hearts, he was still very surprised to experience it himself.

“I may be the only human in the entire Freljord who has been taught a lesson by Poro.” The boy rubbed his calf dumbfoundingly, and said, “But they have already skied down the hillside, and I can’t catch up.”

The burly Poro grunted twice, carried the hammer and walked to the wooden door of the tavern.

Bang! Bang!

Under the shocked gaze of the boy, the burly Poluo directly removed the door panel of the tavern with two hammers.

The burly Poro stepped on the door panel with small feet, and the little Poro chrysalis rushed up.

The burly Poro looked at the boy, tapped the hammer handle twice on the door, and then pointed his little paw at the boy.

The servant stared at the burly Poluo dumbfounded: “No one will believe my story.”

…

This pregnant woman of the Notai clan was so strong that Lothar couldn’t help admiring her. Lothar led her to run for more than an hour, but she persisted.

The pregnant woman’s lower body continuously leaked turbid liquid, which completely stained her pants. She was completely bloodless, and the veins on her hands and neck were about to burst. Lothar couldn’t imagine the pain of trying to escape from the rupture of the amniotic fluid, but it would not be easier than when his arm was cut off by Ashe.

Lothar tried to take her away from the battlefield without hurting the pregnant woman and the child in her belly. Fortunately, Bron and Olaf seemed to have gained an advantage in the battle, and there were fewer flow arrows and magic flying towards Lothar. a lot of.

With a pregnant woman like this, it is naturally impossible to go up the mountain by herself. Instead, Lothar has to find a safe place for her to give birth to the child.

Lothar has a lot of experience in the field, and soon found a snow cave on the hillside. It should have been dug by a bear or a big wolf during the winter. Spring has just started, and the snow cave has not collapsed yet.

“Go in!” Losa escorted the pregnant woman to the snow cave, and helped her to lie down on her back. “Are you okay?”

The pregnant woman clenched her teeth, endured the pain from her lower body and abdomen that almost tore her apart, and forced a grateful smile: “Thank you… kind young man… what’s your name?”

“It doesn’t matter what my name is, you’re about to give birth!” Lothar looked at the pregnant woman’s crotch with a headache, the amniotic fluid was increasing, and she was about to give birth.

“Originally…it shouldn’t be…at this time…the birth…of the Frost Guard…comes…maybe…premature…” the pregnant woman said with difficulty.

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Every woman in the Freljord is a true hero, and the battles they endured in childbirth far surpass all my stories and legends.

——Bloom