Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Seeing that Lothar's face didn't show the slightest surprise, Karan sneered: "It's really hard for people not to doubt you when this happened when you first came here."

Lothar said calmly: "You should also feel it, Lord Karan, I am an ice mage, and setting fire is not my thing."

Karan twitched his lips and didn't let go. He wanted to say something, but an adjutant had already rushed to his side.

"Report to the lord!" Looking at Lothar, who was grabbed by Karan's neck in surprise, the adjutant said loudly, "The Scarlet Huntress also exploded!"

Karan frowned and roared, "Where are the other warships!"

"Two ships were implicated in the fire, and they are trying their best to rescue them now!"

Karan scolded angrily. Lothar didn't understand. He didn't learn Ionian by himself for a long time, and the Ionian language family was very complicated and there were many dialects, so it was difficult to learn all of them.

But it wouldn't be a good thing to think about.

Karan released his claws and continued to ask the adjutant: "What's the reason for the explosion!"

"No...don't know..."

"Trash!" Karan growled, his voice so loud that it even overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of the dock.

"I have a question." Lothar asked the adjutant at this time. "Why did the siren sound before the explosion?"

Karan also immediately realized the problem. His whole body was covered with hair, and he anxiously grabbed the adjutant's shoulder: "Come on!"

"Yes!" The adjutant was so frightened that his legs trembled as he was held down by a Vastaya lion. "The body of a sentinel was found on the city wall. It should be an assassin from Ionia..."

"Idiot!" Karan burst into anger, "Why didn't you report it immediately!"

"Because... the battleship is on fire... The subordinates believe that the value of the battleship is higher than that of a few sentries, so I will report to you about the battleship first..."

Karan wanted to throw the adjutant directly into the sea, but he endured it, and the growl in his throat was slowly brewing: "You listen to me, only two teams are left to fight the fire, and all the other soldiers who can still move will be killed. God **** it, let me catch the assassin!"

"Ah?" The adjutant didn't understand very well. In his opinion, there were not many assassins, and they could be solved casually. It was the top priority to keep the precious battleship.

"Execute the order!" Karan opened his **** mouth and roared at the adjutant. The adjutant was so roared that his nosebleeds came out, and he couldn't stop nodding.

Hate iron and steel to throw the adjutant away, Karan ran away without looking back.

Lothar thought for a moment and decided to follow Karan.

He probably also understood the current situation. Someone infiltrated the fortress, and the bombing of the ship was just a matter of diverting the tiger from the mountain. If the target is really the ship in the dock, it is impossible to bomb only one.

Their real purpose is something in the fortress.

"What could it be?" Lothar didn't want to cause trouble, but he really cared.

…

She was standing under the willow tree.

This is Lingliu, the spirit of the land worshipped by all the people in the village.

This piece of land gave birth to the spirit willows, and the spirit willows in turn nourished this piece of land, as well as the countless creatures on it. Under the willow is a colorful flower field. This season, the sable grows out. Their petals are spitting out light powder and morning dew, making the place bright, moist, and clean.

The little girl looked at the spirit willow quietly and sat on its roots. This is her secret base, the only place where she can find peace.

"Lingliu, Lingliu." The little girl whispered, "I was scolded by Eminem again, she always does this, I just forgot to wash a bowl, she would hit me with a wicker stick, or from The wicker branch you carried!"

The branches of the spirit willow danced softly in the wind, and a few strands brushed gently over the little girl's head, as if to comfort her. "And Aiwad, that stinky turtle." The little girl still didn't calm down, pulling her skirt angrily, "I sometimes doubt that he is not my real brother, it must be Eminem who was adopted from another family. Or pick it up in a slush pile..."

The little girl was suddenly silent for a while, clasping her knees with her arms: "But Eminem loves Aiwad more, she always loves him more, and gives him delicious food, and when we quarrel, he always scolds me more fiercely... Maybe I'm the one who picked it up from the mud..."

The little girl irritably grabbed a handful of dirt. She originally wanted to grab a stone and throw it out to vent her dissatisfaction, but she accidentally picked off a sable.

"Bad dishes!" the little girl said gloomily, "I'm going to be punished again... It's really not a good thing..."

She wanted to stand up, but the pain suddenly came from the back of her head, there was a muffled sound, and a stone fell beside her.

She didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

It was his elder brother Aiwad, and his gang of friends, who were standing behind her, laughing and taunting her loudly, and the stones fell on her back one by one.

"Do they have to bully me...why...why..." The little girl bowed her head deeply, she resisted herself not to resist, past experience told her that resisting would only make her situation worse.

"Emam always favored him... never to me once..." The little girl wanted to cry, the pain in her chest was hard to relieve, and the tears couldn't help falling.

But…

The little girl froze suddenly.

"Why are my tears... black"

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Ionia is a land full of magic. Nowhere is there so much natural magic. It can even be said that the natural ecology here is a kind of magic.

It is no wonder that there are quite a large number of Vastaya tribes living here, and Ionia is undoubtedly the most ideal habitat for these populations who are naturally friendly to magic. Although there are different vastaya ethnic groups around the world, according to various analysis and evidence, the current academic community generally believes that the origin of the vastaya is in Ionia.

The most intuitive evidence is that almost all the ancient vastaya tribes call Ionia the land of birth.

It means "the place where life was first born".

—Excerpt from Ionian Travels Chapter 1: Territorial Composition by Ezreal

Chapter 182 Dream Pool

Karan ran so fast that Lothar almost lost it a few times.

"As expected of Vastaya, it runs much faster than a real beast." Sighing at the difference in physique, Lothar bit Karan's tail tightly, trying his best not to be thrown off by the lion.

Lothar walked through dry thorn bushes, slimy moss underfoot.

"What is written in the book, Ionia is full of fertile land and beautiful fields and forests. This is obviously a bad land." Lothar extended two sharp ice blades from the palms of both hands, and cut off the thorns in the way. , "Broken, this **** thorn, can't see Karan anymore."

Karan didn't know what method he used, and went straight through the thorn forest, thinking that it should be the natural magic mastered by Vastaya. Although he lost the lion, Lothar was not too disappointed, because he could probably guess where Karan was going.

Karan's destination was not far behind the fortress, a mountain rising abruptly from the flat island.

This mountain is quite eye-catching. From a distance, a building that looks quite old can be seen on the top of the mountain, and a long stone staircase winds up the mountain.

Most importantly, Lothar saw the Noxian outpost on the mountain.

Why does a barren mountain need a special outpost and it is still built behind the fortress

"Oh, it's really troublesome..." The thorns in front of him seemed to be endless. When Lothar cut one of them, another one would emerge immediately. The thorns were like dense human hands, and withered fingers scratched Lothar's body.

The ice blade in Lothar's hand disappeared, and water droplets dripped from the fingertips: "Try that trick..."

His skin suddenly turned bright red, and a thick, fishy liquid gushed out from him, exuding a thick chill.

Lothar reached forward and pointed, and the blood began to condense into a very small ball at the tip of the finger.

The blood cells exploded, and a torrent shot forward.

Wherever the blood passed, the thorn bushes instantly decayed and withered, the blood pooled on the ground and congealed, turning into a red ice path.

The thorns no longer dared to spread their branches down the path.

"No wonder the Noxian army likes blood magic so much. It's really useful." Lothar's face was a little pale, and the use of blood magic had some side effects, but it was completely negligible to him.

To Lothar's surprise, blood magic can also be used in combination with ice magic, and the blood formed into ice crystals may have some unique uses.

"Maybe I can still become an archmage who founded the school." Lothar thought jokingly, and set foot on the path.

…

Karan rushed up the hill, over the pitted stone steps.

He didn't look back, he knew that the kid from the imperial capital was following him, but he couldn't get through the thorn forest in a short time. Those thorns were spawned by malice and killing, and only those who knew how to communicate with this land could let them make way.

The kid named Luo Ji looks very simple, but he is Swain's person after all. Karan knows Swain, and no one who is related to him can be simple.

But now Karan doesn't care about that, he only cares about one thing.

Karan quickly arrived at the outpost. As he thought, all the soldiers in the outpost had been killed, and the corpses were lying all over the place, all of which were fatal in one blow.

"Wadu!" Karan scolded, this is the language of his tribe, which means **** human.

He stopped looking at the bodies of his subordinates and went all out to climb to the top of the mountain.

"Be sure to catch up!"

…

They entered the temple.

The floor of the temple was dilapidated, and weeds and toadstools grew on the walls and cracks in the ground. The ground was not flat, but sloping because half of the temple had collapsed into the ground.

They took off their hoods to reveal their faces.

There were three of them, all Ionians, with indigo tattoos around their eyes, a sign of their identity.

They call themselves the Unknown, the Avengers, the inhabitants of Philore whose homes have been taken from the Noxian Legion.

But the purpose of their trip was not to recapture their homeland. Although they were extremely skilled, it was impossible for them to compete with the entire Noxian army in the fortress.

The purpose of their trip is to root out a threat.

"Bastard!" The youngest boy of the three looked like he was underage. He scratched his black hair and said angrily, "If it wasn't for that stinky bird! How could we have been discovered so quickly! What a dead end! Brothers!"

"Calm down, Okin." The leader was a woman, but not much older than Okin.

"How can you keep me calm! Sirik! Lore and Samuta both died because of that stink bird!" Aojin said angrily, "What kind of bird is that! Blue feathers, never seen before! Do it!"

"Remember the purpose of our trip, don't let your emotions get you overwhelmed." Cirick sighed, her younger brother had not yet arrived home from practice.

But in fact, she knew that she was not much better, and the tragic death of her companion was still vivid in her mind.

Sirik got rid of the superfluous thoughts and walked into the depths of the temple with the two statues.

This temple was already here when they first remembered it. According to the elders, the history of this temple is about a hundred years old, and the purpose of its construction is neither sacrifice nor blessing.

but for repression.

In the deepest part of the temple, there is no altar or statue, only a pond.

The pond water was crystal clear, exuding a faint blue light, and a magic halo visible to the naked eye rippled above the pond.

Next to the pond, there is a sturdy old tree. The roots of the old tree are all in the water.

one person.

An Ionian woman.

She closed her eyes tightly, lying lazily on the water, the water supported her graceful body, and her long white hair slowly drifted with the water waves.

She is very beautiful, and her skin in white seems to be pure and transparent. In such a dilapidated environment, neither she nor the pool water are spotless. Her expression was changing slightly, as if she had fallen asleep in a deep sleep.

Sirik bit the tip of his tongue, reminding himself not to be deceived by this woman's appearance.

This is Fantasy Pool, the land that was built to seal this woman.

Xiric and others used to be the guards here, and their duty was to guard the Fantasy Pool so that this woman could never come out.

But now the situation has changed, the land has been taken by the Noxians, and this great threat must be cut off before she can be awakened by the Noxians.

The land of Feilor has been devastated by the Noxians, and must not bear this woman's awakening any longer.

"We're here to kill you. Although I have no grievance against you, the elders said that you were a disaster and had to be eliminated." Hiric folded his hands together. This is the habit of the Ionians. Pray for the dying, "Dust to dust, dust to dust. Rest in peace, Syndra."

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Darye Ashira.

It means Fantasy Pool.

Iron fences can't contain the world-shattering monsters, only dreams are the best prisons.

—Elder Philore

Chapter 183 Dispute

She felt something was wrong.

The little girl was walking on the path in the woods, and the soil gave her a flat footing. This is the road she often travels, and the only way to see Lingliu.

The forest is very beautiful. This is the scenery that the little girl will never get tired of seeing. The closer you get to Lingliu, the more charming the scenery. No matter how much wronged she suffers on weekdays, taking it in this forest can make her feel better.

But she was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty now.

The little girl looked around in confusion. Something was wrong, very wrong.

She has a strong sense of sight. She seems to have seen the surrounding scenery thousands of times, and even the position of every leaf seems to exist in her memory.

"Who!" She turned her head to the side alertly, and behind the tree, a fluffy little **** flashed past and disappeared, leaving only the rustling sound of stepping on leaves.

"It turned out to be just a deer." The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, "Did I think too much? Ah Chi!"