Lone Wolf of the Freljord

The soldiers beside him stopped and motioned for Lothar to go in by himself.

Lothar looked at the sky and saw no crows flying by.

"I hope Swain's words will count." Lothar thought.

He entered the audience hall.

The audience hall is very large and empty, with dark floors and iron-gray walls, as if it were in a dead space that should not be disturbed. One can't help but worry that if you speak loudly, it will cause vibrations in this space.

As soon as he entered the hall, Lothar's sight was firmly locked by something.

That is a throne.

The throne is large, chiseled from a single block of obsidian. The throne is rough and angular, with countless flags hanging on the side, and flaming candlesticks illuminating the throne, and in the gloomy audience hall, the people on the throne are the only things that stand out.

A man, wearing a crown, sits on the throne with his head bowed.

"He's Darkwill...but why is there no guard around him to protect him..." Through the dim candlelight, Lothar could see his face clearly.

There is nothing special about his appearance. He looks to be around fifty years old. Although he is sitting, it can be seen that he should be tall, but he is sitting with a hunched back.

It is hard to imagine that the person in front of him is the emperor of Noxus, the most powerful military country in Valoran, who is brutal and ruthless.

"Ah..." Darkwill let out a hoarse cry, as if his throat was being strangled, "You are... Luo Ji"

Lothar knew what to do at this time, he bent down deeply, bowed his head, and greeted the emperor with both hands: "Yes, Your Majesty, I am."

"Okay..." Darkwill sat up a little bit, "Come closer and let Gu look at you."

Hearing the words, Losar raised his head and stepped forward a little.

Darkwill's cloudy eyes reflected Lothar's appearance. To Lothar's surprise, the emperor actually showed a childlike smile: "You are very young...it's so nice...good...cough..."

Darkwill coughed lightly: "Cough... I made you laugh, I have a cold today and feel a little unwell."

"Don't dare..." Lothar said while observing Darkwill's physical condition.

After all, Lothar also admitted that he had medical skills that would not lose to any tribal shaman, and he could see Darkwill's situation in a few moments.

Darkwill was indeed ill. His eyes were dry, his sinuses were black, and Lothar could smell the faint sour breath in his mouth when he spoke, which were all proof of his illness.

But the disease should not be serious. What really made Darkwill so weak was his abnormally aging body. This kind of time is the most vulnerable time for people, and even the most common minor illness may become the reason why Qian Jue came to take away life.

"No wonder he was so anxious to find a way to prolong his life, and even started wars everywhere." Lothar gave Darkwill a diagnosis in his heart. "If this goes on, he won't live for a few more years."

Darkwill coughed a few more times: "Gu I heard... You made your fortune in the arena, and you became a couple with the girl from the Zaafan family, right?"

"He called Elise a 'girl'," Lothar thought strangely. "It seems that he doesn't know the age of this 'girl' to be his ancestor."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Lothar replied.

"Haha..." Darkwill smiled dryly a few times, "Yes, young and promising... I think back then, when Gu was as old as you, I was just like you...confident and romantic...but now...cough..."

Darkwill raised his arm with difficulty: "Look at these candlesticks, the solitary cabinet mages have used magic to link them to the solitary... These fires are the symbol of the solitary life...the solitary death...the lights go out..."

Lothar looked at the candlestick beside the throne. As Darkwill said, the flames were burning very barely, struggling to survive like stranded fish.

"Luo Ji, you go in more."

Lothar continued to move forward according to his words. He was only a few steps away from Darkwill. Lothar didn't even need a blink of an eye to kill the weak emperor.

But Lothar didn't make a move.

"Come closer."

Lothar walked to the throne, Darkwill took Lothar's hand and looked at it as if he was admiring a peerless treasure: "The lonely cabinet mage told me that you have the power of immortality, and that power is so powerful You are still alive after being broken into pieces."

Lothar was silent, it seemed that everything he had experienced in the imperial capital was almost known.

But about Swain...

Darkwill clasped Lothar's hand with both hands, and his tone was kind like that of Lothar's relatives: "Gu was not in the imperial capital a month ago, and I came back immediately after hearing about your incident...cough...fallen, Tell Gu, are you a Noxian? Or an Ionian?"

"Actually I'm not..." Lothar said in his heart, but he said firmly, "Of course I'm a Noxian. I will always be loyal to the Empire and to you."

"Good! Good! Cough..." Darkwill smiled with satisfaction, "Then are you willing to give Gu... your undead power?"

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During his tenure as Emperor of Noxus, Darkwill launched a total of 461 large-scale wars, of which 457 were wars of aggression against other countries and regions.

Darkwill was a ruthless emperor. He attacked the Freljord in the north, fought Demacia in the west, conquered large areas and city-states in the southeast, and launched the first Noxus expedition to Ionia. . His greatest achievement was to sign a trade treaty and a sea route contract with Piltover, by which he went south and occupied most of the northern cities of the Shurima continent and established the colony of Noxus.

—Excerpt from The Last Emperor of Noxus: A Biography of Darkwill, published by Piltover University Press

Chapter 169 Giants

Lothar bowed his head deeply, not looking at the emperor on the throne.

"Elise, Vladimir, Lady Pale..." Lothar looked at the withered hands that clenched her hands, "If according to Swain, the people in the Black Rose are all old people who have lived for an unknown time. Monster, and if Darkwill is the puppet of the Black Rose, they will not give Darkwill an extension of life on purpose."

Lothar also understands this situation very well. The Black Rose uses the emperor as a tool to manipulate Noxus, and naturally he will not let him live too long. Manipulating a young new emperor is easier than manipulating a wily old emperor. many.

"But since that's the case, why did Madam Pale tell Darkwill about my ability to not die? Wouldn't it be better to let him die?" Lothar speculated on Madam Pale's intentions.

Swain told Lothar that the Pale Lady is very fond of trickery, and that there may be a trap behind everything she does.

Then who is this trap for Dak Willotha or someone else?

Lothar said resolutely: "I would like to dedicate everything to you, Your Majesty."

"Good! Good! Cough!" Darkwill coughed a little excitedly.

"Your Majesty, pay attention to your body."

"Oh, no need." Darkwill looked at Lothar with great satisfaction, his eyes full of relief, "Lonely good boy! Good boy!"

Lothar sneered in his heart. He didn't even know how to get the chill out of his body. Even if he promised, Darkwill could really take away his power.

Darkwill let go of Lothar's hand and coughed a few more times: "Come out..."

A figure stepped out from behind the throne.

She was wearing a robe that covered her entire body, holding a staff, without revealing her face, and she could only barely tell from her figure that she was a woman.

Lothar's heart beat faster.

The staff Lothar held by the woman had seen it that night in the Kisera family.

The hand holding the staff was the same as Lothar remembered, the hand of a pale woman.

Lothar stared straight at the female mage and bowed slightly.

"Sure enough, it is impossible for the emperor to have no guards by his side." Lothar thought to himself, "Ms. Pale... I should... can't beat it..."

Darkwill tremblingly stepped down from the throne: "She is my cabinet mage, Lone's confidant, and her knowledge of magic is extremely profound."

Losar's heart moved: "Hello, Master Mage, dare to ask your name"

The female mage did not answer.

Darkwill smiled and gently pressed Lothar's shoulder: "She is rather shy, she won't tell you her name when you first meet."

"You actually said that the pale lady is shy..." Lothar sneered inwardly.

The female mage stood silently on the spot without saying a word.

"Come on, child." Darkwill seemed to be in a good mood. He seemed to be a few years younger, and he hugged Lothar's shoulder directly. "Gu takes you to see Gu's treasure."

"Treasure" Lothar was taken aback.

"It's also a lonely hope." Darkwill laughed.

Lothar looked at Darkwill silently, the distance between the two was already very close. If Lothar made a move at this time, even if the female mage was here, she should not be able to stop Lothar.

But Lothar held back.

The female mage on the side watched the two of them quietly. In the dim hall, her only exposed hand was so pale that it was dazzling.

…

Accompanied by the female mage and a whole team of sergeants, Darkwill took Lothar to a place.

The lower level of the Immortal Citadel.

Lothar walked on the bluestone iron bridge, the huge lava pool under the bridge exuded amazing heat, and the sound of the furnace burning and iron felt beating could not stop.

Lothar heard from Swain that this is the lowest level of the Immortal Fortress, hundreds of meters deep underground. The equipment and weapons of the Noxus Sharp Legion are all from the arsenal here.

At the same time, it is also the cradle of Noxus's new weapons, and the famous Noxus Black Powder in Valoran was born here.

"Why did you bring me here?" Lothar didn't know what Darkwill was thinking. The emperor was sitting in a wheelchair, and another male magistrate in the cabinet was pushing the wheelchair for him.

Lothar sneaked a glance at the female mage walking by her side. She didn't say a word from beginning to end. If she hadn't met on the night of the Kisera family, Lothar would have thought she really looked like Darren. Kewell was shy as he said it.

"She knows my past..." Lothar was a little worried, and Swain vowed that the plan was not exposed, but the meaning of Lady Pale appearing in front of Lothar in the form of Ashe that night was very obvious - she was telling Lothar obedient.

The emperor is here, even though Lothar and the others are entering the absolute military center of Noxus, they can travel unimpeded all the way.

"Luo Ji, how do you view life?" Darkwill asked suddenly.

"Life?" Lothar thought of the Freljord, where life could not withstand the cold and die every day in that land. "Fragile things, but I like them very much."

"Well said." Darkwill was lying in a wheelchair, but he seemed to be in good spirits. "How fragile life is, but how precious. Even if you are an emperor and worship by all nations, it will not be worth the years."

Lothar didn't resonate with Darkwill's words. He was still very young, and he had not yet experienced the feeling of youth disappearing.

What's more, his current body...

Lothar suddenly thought of one thing - if he really can't die forever, will Ashe leave him first?

Lothar hurriedly threw this strange thought out of his mind. He didn't have the time to think about things that couldn't change reality.

Darkwill continued: "But Gu is the emperor of Noxus, how can Gu be willing to accept his fate like this!"

They ended up at a stone bridge.

There are many mages and soldiers stationed around the stone bridge, which seem to be guarding or watching over something.

Losar's eyes were immediately attracted to something beside the stone bridge.

An axe-wielding giant carved from black steel rock.

The giant was very burly and held a battle axe in one hand. The sculptor sculpted his verve so well, as if it were a city composed of muscles and armor. Although the statue was motionless, it also showed an amazing sense of power.

But what really attracted Lothar was the belly of the Golem statue.

There seemed to be a large door there, and an eerie red light loomed from the inside.

"Blood magic..." Lothar felt what was inside the stone statue. He was swallowed by the blood flood in the Zaafan family, and he had felt this magical atmosphere when he met Clara in the Kythira family.

During the month, Lothar also learned a little bit of blood magic through the book Clara gave him. He originally thought that there was a high probability that he would not be able to learn it, but what Lothar didn't expect was that he really learned it for him.

Lothar's progress in learning ice magic was rapid enough to make many of his fellow mages feel embarrassed and angry, thanks to the massive amount of ice magic in his body.

But blood magic is different. Lothar does not have that kind of magic in his body, but the speed of cultivation is not much slower than that of ice magic.

Although Lothar didn't know the reason, he tried to learn more. Lothar's time is not very abundant, and the cultivation of ice magic and blade martial arts cannot be left behind, so until now he has only been able to release some extracorporeal blood, which is not enough to come in handy.

After learning blood magic, Lothar also became very sensitive to this kind of magic. He could directly perceive that the magic fluctuations in the stone statue of giants came from blood magic.

"Look, Luo Ji." Darkwill looked at the stone giant obsessively, "This is the lonely treasure."

The more he felt it, the more Lothar felt heart palpitations at the richness of blood magic inside the stone statue.

Darkwill supported the armrest of the wheelchair and stood up with the help of the cabinet male mage.

He opened his arms as if he was hugging the giant stone statue in the air, and he seemed to be showing off his masterpiece.

"Look! Fall!" Darkwill shouted hoarsely, "This is Gu's greatest work! The undead **** of war! Saine!"

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Thane, born in Noxian 846 and died in Noxian 890.

He is the most powerful and brave warlord and general since the founding of the empire. His appearance has brought the empire's military force to an unprecedented peak, and he has set up countless battles for the empire. The wars he led have expanded the empire's territory by a fifth. one.

Shane advocates the ultimate force. He is a commander who is not good at strategy and tactics, but he can always defeat the enemy with the simplest and crudest tactics.

At the Battle of Valdis, Thane fought an army led by King Jarvan I of Demacia. The battle was at a disadvantage for a time, but Shane fought alone, with countless arrows and slashes in front of Jarvan I, tore off his crown, and perished with the king of Demacia.

The Empire later recovered Thane's body and held him a state funeral of the highest standard.

When his body was recovered, Jarvan I's crown was still clasped in one hand, and not a single Demacian took it from him.

—Sean monument inscription

Chapter 170 Crows