Lone Wolf of the Freljord

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Who is the strongest mercenary in Noxus? It's hard to say. [Black Hand], [Gorilla], [Blue Sky], and [Cannibal Ghost] are all famous mercenaries, not even the Assassin Guild. Willing to take on the task of assassinating them.

But if you ask who the wildest, craziest mercenary in Noxus is, it's her.

【Desert Rose】Samira.

——Deputy Commander of Noxus 7th Mercenary Regiment

Chapter five hundred and thirty fourth conspiracy

"What the **** is going on here? Grand Commander." Darius sat in front of Swain with a gloomy expression.

Swain sat at his desk with a crow on the back of his chair. There was a lot of documents on Swain's desk. Even in the middle of the night, Swain was still dealing with government affairs, but he didn't look tired at all. When he saw Darius coming, he stood up and soaked him in person. cup of tea.

"I'm protecting you, Darius, my dear friend, someone is trying to kill you." Swain said with concern, but with a kind smile on his face, "I wanted to tell you tomorrow. I didn't expect you to come to me so late."

"Who is it!" Darius threw the battle axe to the ground, his personality was calm, but the unprovoked death of his subordinates still made him angry, "I died a soldier tonight! A veteran who has been with me for five years! He Even death should be death on the battlefield! Not a vile assassination!"

"I don't know...that's an...an enemy hidden in the dark..." Swain stretched out his only arm and pressed Darius' shoulders, expressing comfort.

Darius' eyes twitched a few times: "Who is it?"

Swain remained silent.

The anger on Darius' face slowly disappeared. He knew the importance and trusted Swain. If Swain didn't say anything, it meant that Darius didn't know better.

Darius' tone became as calm as usual: "I want that soldier's family to be compensated at the level of a martyr."

"You are the [Hand of Noxus], a member of the three-member council, you can have the final say about the army." Swain said lightly.

Darius closed his eyes and asked again, "Why did you send that Kingslayer to protect me?"

"What's wrong?" Swain asked.

"I don't trust him."

"But I trust it." Swain said with a smile, "Since I trusted him to kill Darkwill for me, I can also trust him to protect you, no need to be suspicious, no need to use someone."

Darius knew that he couldn't convince Swain that the old man was always confident.

"I hope you're right this time, too." Darius said solemnly, "In addition to the king killer, Du Kekao also sent his assassins, and Indali from the Military Affairs Department sent him. A mercenary named Shamira came to protect me, this is all your instructing"

Swain stretched out his hand, the crow on the back of the chair flew to his hand, he looked into the crow's eyes, a crimson magic arm appeared at the broken arm, and took some bird food from the drawer to feed it: "I only sent Lothar alone."

Darius sat up in shock: "You didn't send Du Kekao's assassin either."

"I only sent Lothar," Swain repeated.

"Ha!" Darius clenched his fists. "It seems that the whole world knows that someone is trying to kill me, except myself! How did Du Kekao and Indali from the Military Affairs Office know about this!"

"I'll ask how they got the news." Swain said, he touched the smooth black feathers on the crow's body, and said, "Your priority now is to stay honest and wait for the killer to be killed. Get it out."

"I can't do anything?" Darius frowned, "I..."

"I know you are strong, old friend," Swain said. "But your strength is used against the spears and cavalry that are visible on the battlefield, not against the sharp blades hidden in the shadows."

"Can……"

"You are more than [Hand of Noxus] now, Darius." Swain stared into Darius' eyes, his tone was still as easy-going, but with undeniable power, " You are now a member of the Tri-Fali Trinity Council, one of the most important three in Noxus. Anything you do will cause turmoil in Noxus. Darkwill has just died, and you have another accident, Nox The foundation of SARS for thousands of years may face a major shock."

Darius couldn't refute, Swain's words could never be refuted, what the old man said was always right.

"I know, I'll be honest..." Darius clenched the handle of the axe beside him, "But if I find the killer, I'll take him down directly."

"Please." Swain said.

Darius drank the tea Swain made for him, said "hard work", and turned to leave the room.

Swain turned his head out the window, looked at the dark sky, and whispered: "Unfortunately this time the enemy... your battle axe can't be chopped."

Swain raised his hand slightly, and the crow in his hand fluttered and flew out, disappearing into the night outside the window in an instant.

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"Lothar..." Syndra leaned on the table with half of her face, stretched her voice and said loudly, "I always bring some strange women... That blond pirate... [The Bride of the Archipelago... and You... Damn! He obviously has me!"

Elise rubbed Syndra's hot face amusingly: "Honey, you're drunk."

"Don't touch me!" Syndra opened Elise's hand and said to her with flickering eyes, "I'm not drunk! Full!"

Elise smiled and shook her head. She raised the bottle and poured some more into Syndra's glass: "The last one, no more."

Syndra raised her head and drank all the wine in the glass, and then fell to the side of the chair. Elise embraced her and did not let Syndra fall to the ground.

"Let go of me..." Syndra struggled a few times in Elise's arms, but it was just a few symbolic strokes. She raised her red cheeks and squeezed her cheeks between Elise's crisp breasts. Staring at her with disgust, "I hate you! All women who are close to Lothar! I hate it!"

"Yes, yes, I know." Elise patted Syndra's back as if she was coaxing a child, she turned to look at the mermaid girl who was also dizzy, "but you don't seem to be I hate Nami."

"Nami is different!" Syndra said angrily, she squeezed around Elise's chest, as if she wanted to get up, but instead she became more and more trapped in Elise's softness, "Nami, she ...well-behaved...and obedient...and cute...and gentle...and..."

Elise patiently listened to Syndra's remarks on Nami's more than 100 advantages in one breath. She looked at the empty wine bottle on the table, at the beautiful black flower painted on the bottle's seal. Rose, the corner of the mouth outlines a perfect arc.

This bottle of wine wasn't something Elise had been hiding for years, but she had just picked it up from Lady Pale.

It is not poisonous wine, but it is better than poisonous wine.

Elise was not drunk, she had obtained the antidote from the pale lady in advance, so even though her cheeks were blushing and she looked no different from Syndra, her heart was sober.

"Miss Syndra..." Nami heard Syndra compliment her so much, she was so moved that she got down from the chair and hugged Syndra from behind, "Wuwuwu, I like Miss Syndra too. , and Mr. Lothar..."

"Ms. Pale is really amazing." Elise looked at Syndra and Nami who were completely drunk with satisfaction. She was worried that the magic wine would be ineffective against mermaid girls, but now it seems that Ms. Pale has calculated everything well .

"Oh, my two sweet little ones." Elise stroked the heads of the two girls, her face full of admiration and pity, but with a hint of sadness, "Lothar can meet her. It's so good to be here with you, it's his luck that you love him so wholeheartedly. On the other hand, I...may never get his love again."

Syndra smugly lay on Elise's chest: "Know... just know... Lothar is mine! You get away!"

"Miss Syndra..." Nami tugged at Syndra's arm, she looked at Elise with great sympathy.

Syndra looked at Elise who was about to cry. She had always hated Elise for some reason, but she felt that her heart was being pulled, and she began to feel that Elise was a little pitiful.

"Cut..." Syndra put her face into Elise's chest, smelled the good fragrance on her body, and suddenly felt that Elise seemed to be a pretty good person.

She has never tried to **** Lothar with Syndra, even if Lothar and Syndra wanted to drive her away, she always endured humiliation and never gave up, and she was also the patriarch of a big family, generously giving herself such a good place to live.

If she reunites with Lothar too...seems not bad...

"No, no!" Syndra quickly put this terrible thought behind her. She felt nauseated when she thought of Lothar sleeping with Elise in her arms. She pushed Elise away, trying to get up from her. , but her limbs were limp and she couldn't use any strength.

"Damn, you are drunk, don't move." Elise comforted the two girls in her arms and said in a sad tone, "As of now, in fact, I don't expect to be able to renew the relationship with Lothar, I used to I've done something very extreme to him, and no matter how much I regret it now, and how I make up for it, it's impossible to heal the rift between him and me."

"Really" Syndra looked at Elise suspiciously, "You really... won't seduce Lothar?"

"It's useless," Elise lamented. "His heart is now only on three women who are so good to her. How can he turn to me who hurt her once?"

"Three." Syndra looked at her fingers in confusion, "I...Nami...Did you count it wrong, there are only two?"

"Didn't Lothar tell you?" Elise said with a surprised expression. "Before he got married to me, he had a wife he loved deeply."

Syndra felt like a basin of cold water was drenching herself from head to tail. Her limbs suddenly gained strength, and she immediately got up from Elise, her eyes emitting a shocking cold light.

"My beloved...wife" Nami hugged Syndra from behind in confusion, "Mr. Lothar...didn't you say it?"

"The thing about the wife..." Syndra stared at Elise, "Tell me."

Elise covered her mouth pretending to be surprised: "He... Didn't he mention it to you? Shouldn't he..."

"Speak!" A dozen dark orbs of darkness suddenly appeared above Syndra's head. The magical power overflowing from her body instantly filled the entire room, and furniture such as beds, cabinets, and tables floated open. A little bit of magic power will cause a tragedy that is enough to destroy the entire Zaafan family mansion.

Even though she knew that Syndra was an extremely powerful mage, Elise was still shocked by the magic displayed by Syndra.

"Where did Lothar find these two monsters..." Elise thought to herself, she knew that Nami's strength was similar to that of Syndra, and it was difficult to find such a powerful mage even within the Black Rose. Elise was just badly injured, and she couldn't even think about competing with Syndra.

"I don't know if I should say..." Elise said embarrassingly, "Lothar he..."

"Speak!" Syndra's voice was almost broken.

"Miss Syndra! Calm down... um..." At this point, Nami's wine was a little awake. She hurriedly wanted to organize Syndra, but Syndra tied her with a dark chain and blocked her. her mouth.

Although Nami's magical power is indistinguishable from Syndra's, this is not the sea after all, Nami's Tidecaller's power is difficult to exert, and she has no intention to fight against Syndra, so she was easily given by Syndra. Take control.

"I'll say it for the last time, say it!" Syndra warned Elise, the size of the darkest magic sphere around her was slowly shrinking, and that was her highly compressed magic power becoming more condensed. The **** are like a bomb whose power is constantly rising. Elise can no longer imagine the destructive power they can explode when they get out of control. At least it is difficult for her to escape.

"Damn, I won't play it off..." Elise scolded inwardly. Syndra's reaction when she heard the news of Lothar's wife was far beyond Elise's expectations. What Ms. Pale told her was relayed to Syndra one by one.

"Lothar was born in the Freljord." Elise said opposite the frosty Syndra, "His wife is the war mother of the Freljord Avarossa tribe, Ashe Long bow."

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Love tolerates cooling down and flatness.

But how can love allow betrayal and deception

- Noxian Old School Romantic Poets

Chapter five hundred and thirty fifth dream

When Lothar and Tyrone returned to Darius' mansion, Samira sat there.

The female mercenary came back from a big lump of raw beef from somewhere, and was slicing it with a knife and dipping it in a mustard soy sauce with lemon and chili peppers.

"Is it delicious?" Lothar sat in front of Samira and watched her eat the meat, "I remember raw beef dipping as a traditional food in northern Shurima, right? Your dipping sauce seems to have less sandy-flavored powder. ."

"It's hard to preserve the fragrance of the sand. Noxus can't buy it here. You can only eat it." Samira's attitude towards Lothar was much colder than when they were playing cards. She picked up a slice with a knife and cut it. The thin and translucent slices of beef, dipped in the dipping sauce, threw their heads into their mouths, and said while chewing, "It really tastes bad, have you been to Shurima?"

"I'm familiar with it." Lothar pointed to the raw beef in front of him, "Can you share some with me?"

Samira pulled the plate to her side by a small distance of half the table: "I'm sorry, I don't like to eat with the magic stick, it will be infected."

Lothar asked curiously: "You seem to really hate magic sticks. Why? Isn't it just because you have been deceived?"

"I don't like men who ask questions." Samira smiled, but that smile already contained a threat.

Lothar spread his hands: "It seems that I have been deducted points in your heart again, but it's a pity."

"It's good to know." Samira pulled out a pistol from her waist and slammed it on the table. "If you deduct points again, you'll have to eat the gun."

Lothar raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender. He saw Tyrone standing alone with his back against the wall and his eyes closed, while the door of Darius' room was closed again: "It seems that the object we want to protect I'm back, and I've already slept. It seems that we don't need all three of us to be awake and watch the night. How about taking turns sleeping?"

"If you want to sleep, go to sleep first, I'm going to finish my beef." Samira said casually.

"I'm going to sleep first." Tyrone said unexpectedly, and then said while maintaining a standing position.

"He slept standing up." Samira looked at Tyrone in surprise, "What a weirdo."

"It's not surprising that assassins learn how to rest in various harsh environments." Lothar watched Talon motionless and his breathing became very slow, "He slept soundly, every assassin knows that good sleep has How important, after all, when you are awake, your nerves are tense every second."

Samira had no plans to continue chatting with Lothar. She ate the rest of the beef in silence, and after saying "I'm going to bed too" to Lothar, she lay down on the sofa with a blanket.

Lothar looked out the window, it was about two or three hours before dawn.

"Will Mo Teng act again..." Lothar looked at Tyrone and Samira who were sleeping, he turned his hand over, and a dark green soul appeared on his hand.

This little ghost was shattered, and there was almost only a wisp of soul left, and it was completely unrecognizable as it was when it was alive.

But Lothar knew who it was, and it was the remnant of the soldier who had just died in the Third Dormitory.

"Those who are killed by demons will even have their souls shattered..." Lothar looked at the soul in his hand. He didn't think the demons would understand necromancy, and the soul didn't look like it was destroyed by magic. Rather, it was more like being chopped apart by a force that Lothar did not know, and turned into such a sad shape. Even if Lothar put this soul back into the body of the dead, it would not be able to save it.

"Smelly girl..." Lothar couldn't help but think of the little **** the Shadow Island who also had a broken soul, and her mood suddenly became much worse.

A book suddenly appeared in Lothar's hand. He turned the pages and sang softly in an obscure voice: "Death comes silently, and goes silently."

All the breaths of living beings on Lothar disappeared at once, and the smell, temperature, breath, and sound could no longer be felt.

Lothar stood up and walked into Samira, his steps were very light and slow, so that Samira would not notice his approach.

Samira closed her eyes and fell asleep, but Lothar felt that she was actually just in a light sleep, and a slight change would wake her up, but Lothar would not cause any changes now, even if Lothar sneaked her chest now, she would not be able to. aware.

But Lothar won't do that.

In addition to being in a light sleep, Samira also carried some strange things, such as a small bottle filled with camel bone oil, a dried poison hemlock pendant, an iron bracelet with runes on the screen, etc. There was a faint smell of magic on the blanket she was covering.

"As expected of a mercenary who licks blood on the edge of a knife, with so many defensive magic and Gu techniques on her body, it seems that she doesn't trust me at all, or a mage at all." Lothar thought to himself, "But it's so shallow. You can't sleep, you have to let her fall asleep."

Lothar flipped through the Book of the Dead and found a hypnotic mantra: "The grave is the cradle of eternal sleep."

Samira's eyelids blinked quickly, her consciousness quickly became blurred, and soon, Samira's mouth opened slightly and fell into a deep sleep.

"Very good, as expected of the necromantic magic that few people have mastered, none of these defensive magic items on Samira's body have been triggered." Lothar thought, and then he raised the remnant soul in his hand on top of Samira's head, Softly chanting the Ouchen mantra, "The dead have no secrets."

The remnant began to gather what was left of its own strength, and finally turned into a little cute ghost. It looked at Lothar, then Samira, and jumped from Lothar's hand, and got into into Samira's head.

Bringing the soul into the body, this is the necromantic magic that Karthus once secretly used on Lothar. Through the undead to sneak into people's bodies, not only can they spy on other people's memories, but also tamper with a certain degree of tampering. Karthus once used This magic spied on Lothar's memory and made him temporarily forget the existence of the pure white hunting bow.

Lothar's hand is connected to a soul line, pulling the ghost that sneaked into Samira's mind.