"This is the opposite type to Gragas." Lothar remembered the fat man who was willing to go up and down the fire for a sip of wine. Although the **** Aoun was as fascinated by the art of casting as the legend, he himself But he didn't want to go out to the Freljord at all.

"What a **** fat house." Zoe stuck her tongue out at Ornn angrily.

"What do you mean by dead fat house?" asked Lothar.

"Oh, a creature that can't survive in its own house, you can't become like that in the future, little Lothar."

Seeing that Aoun had not started to build weapons, Lothar said anxiously: "Ram, can you please hurry up, I am anxious to use it."

Aoun muttered: "What's the hurry, wait for me to study this wood... well, it's still a strange stone thing..."

Lothar had no choice but to sit on the ground with Zoe and wait for Ornn to finish.

Zooey used starlight to weave the appearance of a stubborn stubborn, and stared at it and thought about things: "woo woo woo, my cute little stubborn, was kidnapped by a bad woman, woo woo..."

Lothar hugged Zooey to comfort her. In fact, he was also worried about Xiao Zhan: "Don't worry, Poro is a lucky creature, it will be fine."

In order to build a weapon, he rushed back from Demacia to Freljord, and Lothar found that he didn't seem to say goodbye to Lux: "I don't know what happened to her ass, Zoe said she was fine and should be safe, right? , I don't know if you're worrying about me, I'll take it back to see my **** after I rescue Xiao Zhan... By the way, I haven't seen Ashe for a long time, and Udyr and Nazak... Bron... It’s shameful to go to see him if you don’t find Xiao Zhan… That guy in Gragas must be drinking again, and Wright should return to his Piltover soon after calculating the time…”

Lothar was shocked to realize that in just over half a year, he had met so many friends, and all of this was thanks to Zooey.

Before meeting this sister, Lothar had to work hard to solve the problem of food and clothing.

"Thank you." Lothar rested her head on Zooey's shoulder.

"Why do you say this all of a sudden?" Zooey wiped away the tears of grief for Xiao Zhan, "Now I know about my sister?"

"Thank you very much." Lothar felt the touch of the girl who was already familiar with her. "I have shown me so many places. To be honest, I don't know how to repay you."

"Just use your whole life to repay sister." Zooey laughed, "In the future, I will let you go east, but you are not allowed to go west, and I will let you lie on your stomach and you are not allowed to stand upside down."

"That's fine."

"Why! Didn't you say you want to thank me!"

"I always feel like I'm going to have a miserable life if I listen to you." Lothar said honestly, "I still have so many wives to support in the future, so I have to work harder."

"Who is more important, wife or sister!"

"Uh...do you have to say it?"

"must!"

"Wife!"

"Wow! I'm so good to you!" Zoe was so angry that she threw Lothar down and bit his face fiercely.

"Pain! It hurts! Don't bite! It hurts to death!"

Aoun raised his head, looked at the two children who were fighting together, and muttered: "It's noisy... Hey! Do you want weapons!"

Lothar got up from the ground with a face full of teeth: "I want it! Have you studied the ram?"

"Almost." Ornn stacked the tree trunks neatly. "It's a very interesting stone... I should say that wood should be able to make very interesting things."

"What about those Zhen Bing? Don't you need it?"

"Oh, those are just for quenching."

"Quenching" Lothar knew the word. He used to peek at Avarosa's blacksmith shop and watch them forge iron. "I see, let's get started."

"What kind of weapon do you want?" Ornn asked.

"I want a weapon that can be tracked." Lothar said his request, "that is, a weapon that can locate a target from a long distance."

"A long-range weapon..." Aoun scratched his head, "Are bows and arrows okay?"

"Okay!" Lothar felt that there was no problem. Bows and arrows were his best weapons. "You must have both fighting ability and people who can be found."

"I see... there are quite a lot of requests..." Aoun took out his double hammer, put the large hammer on the ground, and placed a tree trunk on the hammer face.

"It turned out to be not a hammer, but a forging table..." Lothar was a little ashamed, and he could use an anvil as a hammer. It is estimated that only a **** with a huge body like Ornn.

Ornn held the other, smaller hammer across his mouth in one hand, blazing red with fire from his mouth.

Then, his other hand picked up Zhen Bing, who had been hanging aside for a long time.

Aoun is a god, and naturally it is impossible to be hurt by Zhen Bing, but the next scene made Lothar's eyes widen.

The so-called permafrost ice, in the hands of Aoun, melted sharply.

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True ice will never melt, this is the conclusion drawn from countless experiments!

Yesterday's public experiment has been carried out with a high-heat spray gun powered by a tetranuclide combined battery, which has reached the highest temperature theoretically achievable under the current experimental conditions, but the real ice sample brought back from Freljord by Professor Wright Still no sign of melting! The major families expressed that they were very surprised by the results of this experiment, and all expressed their willingness to invest in the Zhenbing project!

Incredible! This is an epoch-making discovery! Piltover's energy revolution is likely to start again!

What will the future of Picheng look like, please look forward to the follow-up report of this newspaper!

-- "Piltover Journal"

Chapter 315 The decision of the Horn of Ashes

The ice really melted, in Ornn's hands.

Ferocious cold gushes out from the real ice, Lothar sees a cloud of ice condensed above, and the goose feather snow falls one after another, but it is melted by the heat of Ornn before it reaches the top of the mountain.

"Stand away, I don't care if I'm injured," Aoun reminded.

"It's okay, my sister will protect me." As soon as Lothar finished saying this, Zoe asked for a tooth mark on his face again.

Aoun smashed the ground with two hammers, and he smashed two big pits on the ground. One big pit was filled with hot magma, and the other big pit was empty. Ice water flowed into it, and now two potholes, one fire and one ice, were ready.

Aoun threw the trunk of the Forbidden Stone into the lava pool. After a while, he pulled the trunk out of the lava pool with his bare hands. The white trunk was not melted, but it was burnt red and shiny, shining brightly. Keep Lothar's eyes open.

"Here." Zoe brought a pair of sunglasses to Lothar, so that Lothar's eyes could look directly at the tree trunk.

"Thank you, sister." Lothar thanked him. He was used to all the strange things that Zoe took out. His attention is now all on Aoun, staring intently at all of Aoun's movements. He has heard the legend of Aoun's creation countless times. It is said that even the stupid blacksmith, as long as he watches Aoun's skills, he can Become a master who can craft swords and axes.

Ornn blew the trunk a few times, placed it on the anvil, and swung the hammer on it, hitting it repeatedly.

The process of forging sparks... no, it should be fireballs that shoot in all directions, and the fireballs the size of human heads are constantly being knocked out from the anvil.

Ornn was right to remind him to go further, if Zoe hadn't protected Lothar, he would have been scorched by now.

Instead, Zooey found new fun, and she began to dodge the dense fireballs happily, as if she thought it was a game.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Ornn hummed a song as he tapped the hammer.

Lothar knew the song, in fact the entire Freljord knew it.

It's called "The Ram's Hum," and it's a nursery rhyme that any Freljord tribe would sing, and an ode that blacksmiths would surely sing aloft as they struck iron.

Lothar watched Aoun's movements with fascination. The appearance of the gods forging weapons was completely different from that of humans. Each of his hammers contained the power of a mountain, squeezing the hot magma, and an ancient and wild atmosphere accompanied it. Ornn's deep singing and regular percussion shook Lothar's heart here.

Lothar has seen protoss, seen demons, and seen many beings that are powerful beyond comprehension.

Of these mighty beings, the gods of the Freljord are the ones he is most familiar with, and he has heard stories about them since childhood.

But only by seeing it with your own eyes can you know what kind of existence it is, and it can be called "God".

That is a kind of power close to nature.

Ornn is the mountain and Ornn is lava, so there is nothing he can't beat, nothing he can't melt.

Lothar was heartbroken.

He was looking forward more and more to his new weapon.

From the hands of such a god, it must be impossible to be ordinary.

...

Beneath the Old Mountain of Ornn, the Ashhorn Tribe.

Warmother Olgavana knelt on the ground, admiringly looking at the faint red light on the top of the mountain.

"It's the ram! The ram is forging iron!" Olgavana was crawling on the ground reverently. She didn't have a hair on her head. It was also caused by Aoun, but Aoun did not attack her. It was Olgavana who approached Aoun and was hurt by his breath.

In exchange for such a small injury, Ornn helped their entire tribe repel the bearmen who were chasing them, and Olgavana was grateful to Ornn from the bottom of her heart.

Although Aoun told them not to stay on the mountain, and they were not allowed to erect a monument to praise Aoun, saying that this would disturb his purity, but the whole tribe could no longer be completely convinced by his mighty power, and they also The tribe's names have been changed to Ash Horn.

Olgavana kissed the earth, and the scorching ash falling from the old mountain every day made the land at the foot of the old mountain not without snow, all the black stones that cooled and hardened. These stone grounds are the gift of Ornn. The horns are built on it, so that they are not disturbed by the heavy snow even in the cold winter.

Olgavana stood up and looked at the warriors who were kneeling on the ground behind her: "Stand up! People!"

Olgavana holds a battle axe, she is of the ice blood, but she has not used a real ice weapon for a long time. After seeing her own ice weapons melt just by staying with Ornn, she believes that the axe forged from the fire is more powerful than the ice weapons: "The bears never let us go! We are Their prey! Their noses are always chasing our scent!"

The warriors stood up one by one, all of them holding the weapons they had forged. As believers of Aoun, each of them was a warrior, and they were also practicing their forging skills every day.

"We are sheltered by rams, and the bears dare not attack us at the foot of the old mountain!" Olgavana said indignantly, "but they keep plundering our hunting grounds! Taking our livestock! It's getting more and more excessive! Then they will take our children and destroy our veins! Let the Ashhorn perish! We must not let this happen!"

"Om!" the warriors shouted, a battle cry that imitated the cry of a goat.

"The Ram has already helped us so much! He even sent a young messenger, Lothar, to help us hunt down the bearmen!" Olgavana roared, "but the bearmen are too strong, the messenger has already I haven't come back for a long time, and I should have fallen into a hard fight. I think again and again, now that Ash Horn has recovered its vitality, we have enough and strong enough warriors, we can no longer rely on the ram! We must let the ram see his believers their power!"

"Om! Om!" The warriors beat their breastplates with their weapons, their blood boiled.

"Now! Let's fight with the Ram's blessing!" Olgavana raised her battle axe, mobilizing all the warriors to fight in a monstrous battle, "For Ram Ornn! For the messenger Lothar! For the Horn of Ashes!"

On the top of the old mountain, the firelight dyed a large swath of dark clouds.

It seems to be responding, the mountains in the distance, the wild dance of lightning lit up in the sky, and the muffled thunder rolls incessantly.

Like the growl of a giant bear.

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war! war!

Valhall! Valhall!

- ancient road

Chapter 317: The Interference of Crazy Thunder

The movement that Ornn created was getting bigger and bigger.

Accompanied by the old song, and the hammering of a hammer on the burnt tree trunk, Lothar felt that the whole mountain was shaking, the wind and waves on the top of the mountain were also broken by the fireball, and the dark clouds in the sky were all shaken. The fire was burning red.

"This is how an artifact was born" Lothar was hugged by Zoe on the back, and Zoe held a racket in his hand to drive away all the fireballs that flew to them.

"This big guy can't do anything else, he's still very good at making things." Zooey praised the others rarely, "It's a pity that he doesn't look cute at all."

Lothar stood guard all night, not daring to blink, not only because he was excited that his artifact was about to be built, but also because he was deeply attracted by Ornn's skills.

In the Freljord, ordinary people are called furnace households, which means "people who can survive by the fire". The Freljord will not melt even in summer, without poisonous beasts or famine disasters, light It is the cold that kills vulnerable ordinary furnace households every day. Human beings in ancient times were extremely weak creatures, and could only survive by eating moss and cave mice in caves.

It is said that the first furnace in the world was built by Ornn.

The existence of the furnace made the land of Freljord finally have the prosperity and reproduction of tribes. People were able to walk out of the cave and walk on the tundra of the Freljord, and began to compete with powerful ice and snow creatures such as trolls. The race for survival of the land.

Ornn is a **** with not many myths in the Freljord, and the story is far less than the three sisters and other old gods.

But almost everyone speaks Ornn every day, because in Freljord the words for ornn, furnace and blacksmith are the same sound.

Now, Lothar is more aware of why the gods are called gods.

Because he really felt a kind of power in Ornn, a kind of power that human beings could never reach.

Zoe scratched Lothar's creaking nest a few times, interrupting his fascination: "You don't have to show that stupid expression. When you become a Protoss, you can beat this big guy all day long."

"Why should I hit him..."

"Because he's not cute."

"What's the reason for that...Is it true that the Protoss is stronger than the gods?"

"Want me to show you a fight with this big guy?"

"Forget it..." Lothar looked at Aoun, who changed the color of the world with every hammer, with some confusion, "I really... can have such power."

Lothar could never imagine that day.

"By the way, sister, why does the future me seem to have a broken arm and a crystal in my chest?" Lothar asked this question again, and every time she was told by Zoe, "It's not interesting to know in advance." Prevarication past.

"Why do you ask again?" Zoe tugged at Lothar's ear, "Protoss' body is immortal, maybe in the future you just think that shape is very handsome."

"Really?" Lothar wanted to ask a few more questions. After seeing Ornn's power, he was even more confused about his future.

But Ornn stopped swinging his hammer at this point, allowing Lothar to turn his attention to what was on the anvil.

The thick trunk had now been bent and slender by Ornn's pounding, and he picked it up and put it into the pool of melted ice.

The majestic mist burst open at once, and Lothar was caught off guard by the mist. His vision was blurred, and he couldn't see anything.