Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"It's not just a leg." Lothar said helplessly, "That woman has already been conquered by me. She begged to climb on my bed all day long, and she was so annoying."

"Blow, keep blowing." Samira threw a stone on Lothar's head, "I have also heard a little about that matriarch of the Zaafan family. She is a beautiful widow that no one can catch, even the king of a small country. No one looks down on you. If you have power and power, why should you look down on you?"

"You don't believe in pulling down." Rosa said, "Anyway, the Zaafan family will hold a family banquet soon, and then she will kiss my toes in front of the Zaafan and Kisira families and swear that she will be my everything. things."

"You're really getting more and more excited." Samira thought Lothar was really funny. Although she didn't care much about the Noxian nobles, she also knew that the Zaafan family and the Kisera family had been entrenched in the imperial capital for thousands of years. The behemoth that has mastered countless industries in Noxus. Even if Darkwill died and countless nobles were attacked and punished after Swain took power, the impact on the Zaafan family and the Kythira family was still very small. No one in the family dared to move, let alone Lothar.

"Gamble or not," Lothar dropped a word.

Hearing that Lothar was going to bet, Samira became vigilant. She didn't think Lothar would be a man with a swollen face and a fat man. She tentatively asked, "What to bet?"

"What are you betting on?" Lothar threw the question back to Samira.

Samira rolled her eyes: "If I win, the favor I owe you will be written off, and you will owe me another favor. If you win, it's up to you..."

"It's done..." Before Lothar could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Samira.

"Don't gamble, don't gamble!" Samira waved her hand to refuse.

"Why are you so rude"

"Where am I? I'm willing to admit defeat, but I don't want to bet now."

Lothar still wanted to reason with Samira, but his expression suddenly changed: "Did you smell anything?"

Samira was stunned: "What..."

Both of their expressions froze.

At the same time, they smelled a very strong stench of blood.

...

Vladimir emerges from a flower.

It was a flower that was planted in the corner of Darius' mansion, and no one noticed it at all. Blood flowed from its stamens, and the blood slowly gathered, and finally turned into a red coat. Handsome noble man.

Vladimir slowly walked deep into the mansion. His goal tonight was very simple - to assassinate [Hand of Noxus] Darius.

Usually Vladimir would not do such a thing in person, even if it was the entrustment of the pale lady, he might not be interested, at most he would send the blood magicians from his Scarlet Secret Society over.

But tonight, Vladimir came in person for two reasons.

First, the existence of Swain made all the secret societies in Noxus have to be hidden. The old man had hands and eyes open to the sky, and he would catch him if he showed a little bit, and then Swain was waiting like a flock of crows. In less than two years, Vladimir's Scarlet Secret Society has lost 30% of its members. Vladimir had to temporarily stop all activities of the Scarlet Secret Society and do everything by himself.

Second, Ms. Pale told Vladimir that the man had returned.

"Luo Ji... The real name is Lothar..." Vladimir was in a good mood, and he felt a little airy when he walked. Since Swain seized power, Vladimir has not been so happy for a long, long time.

He wanted to see him very much, and since he left, this yearning has grown more and more, and he longed to see the child, the child who had the same source of power as him.

The appearance of Vladimir did not alert any guards. His blood magic blinded everything that belonged to him. Just like in his own garden, he entered the depths of the mansion in a leisurely stroll.

There, he saw the child he was longing for.

A weird magic circle with three people holding hands sitting on it.

Vladimir didn't even look at the other two, his eyes were all attracted to the man sitting in the center.

Vladimir's expression slowly changed from joy to ecstasy, and then to doubt and fright. In the end, Vladimir was only left with deep disappointment.

In Lothar, the power similar to Vladimir disappeared.

I couldn't find it at all. Vladimir couldn't smell the curse and vitality that should be rushing in Lothar's veins. Although this child seems to have other more powerful powers now, this power is not Vladimir. Hope, like a plump apple turns into something else hard to swallow.

Vladimir's face was shaking. He waited for so long, finally waiting for the child to come back, but it ended like this.

Vladimir couldn't accept it, and he decided to awaken the power of the child. If there was even a little blood power left in his body, Vladimir had a way to stimulate it.

Vladimir hung his hand in front of Lothar's body, and countless blood spilled from his fingertips, slamming into Lothar's body like a nail.

"Come on!" Vladimir called. "Be a child of blood again!"

...

Samira looked at Lothar's current appearance in amazement.

His whole body became extremely red, and his blood vessels bulged one by one, as if it were about to burst at any time, and a waterfall of sweat poured out of him.

"Oh, this is really careless." Lothar watched his spirit body turn into this appearance, and he could imagine that his body was also suffering from such a situation, he smiled wryly, "Forget that there is still that guy in the imperial capital. Now, I thought he'd be honest with Swain in charge."

"What are you talking about?" Samira drew her guns and looked at Lothar vigilantly. "What happened?"

"I was attacked by blood magic." Lothar looked depressed. "The attacker has no idea of ​​killing me, so I am not in any danger, but he seems to want to use blood magic to stimulate me."

"Stimulate you" Samira didn't understand, "for what?"

"Ah...it's more difficult to explain." Lothar began to undress, "Ah... Damn, it's so hot, and now I can't go back to my body, or Talon will be thrown here by me..."

Samira watched Lothar take off his clothes one by one, and finally he was naked. His whole body was congested with blood, and a certain part was naturally swollen.

"You don't have to worry about me." Lothar said to Shamira, he summoned the book of the dead and began to read, "I think of a way to solve it."

Samira stared at Lothar's lower body, as Lothar said, he was not small at all.

Samira didn't have any shy thoughts. She just frowned at Lothar, still unable to understand what the situation was.

But Samira couldn't think any more, because she suddenly felt unbearable heat all over her body.

Lothar raised his head sharply, and he saw that Samira's skin was visibly reddened, like a real rose.

"That guy Vladimir!" Lothar scolded inwardly, "Why are you provoking Samira!"

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"These three people are holding hands... This magic circle... Is there any connection between them... Let's try to activate it together..."

- Vladimir

Chapter five hundred and forty fifth audience

Samira's body became as red as Lothar's. She felt as painful as she was about to explode from the inside of her body. Any movement seemed to burst her blood vessels. She could only grow her mouth, like a stranded animal. The fish generally breathe desperately.

Lothar walked quickly to Samira's side. Samira was just a mortal. Unlike Lothar, who is the [Children's Son], her spirit body is far less strong than Lothar's, and her body is completely injured. Reflected on her spirit body. So at this time, Lothar just felt hot all over, but Samira was already experiencing a near-death experience.

"That guy Vladimir really doesn't take human life seriously... No, people in the Black Rose don't take human life seriously." Lothar put his hand on Samira's head, and cursed in Ouchen. Read out, "That rain of death that falls..."

A cloud of black mist emanated from Lothar's hand and enveloped Samira. Samira's red body became lighter in color, and she seemed to feel a little better, but she still couldn't utter a word. A dry howl.

"She will die if this goes on." Lothar looked into the lake, Darius seemed to miss the days when he fell in love with Queretta, and is still lingering with Queretta in the lake, "I can only stop Fernandez. Ladimir, the dream should not move to the next scene so quickly."

Lothar flipped through the "Book of the Dead" and came to the [Illustrated Guide] section, where some powerful undead figures appeared on the paper.

Lothar chose one of them, and he chanted: "Heart-piercing spear, sharp barb, [Spear of Vengeance]."

A slender figure emerged from the black mist, her complexion was pale green, her face was haggard, with countless spears stuck on her back, she stood up in a strange posture.

"Vengeance..." Kalista looked at Lothar with godless eyes, "Where?"

"Beyond the dream." Lothar stretched out his finger and drew a magic circle on Kalista's forehead. "The black mist generated by this magic is limited. Your goal is not to kill the enemy, just drive him away."

Calista looked at Lothar in bewilderment. She didn't understand what expulsion was. There were only two actions in her mind: "kill" and "not kill".

"Is there too little black fog here? I feel that Kalista's sanity has declined again." Lothar frowned at the female warrior in front of him, but now he has no qualifications to choose, and now he is subdued in "Book of the Dead" The undead are either huge monsters or cavalry slaughtered on the battlefield, whichever is released will make a big noise and wake up Darius, Lothar can only choose Kalista to deal with Vladimir.

In the material realm, the undead are very limited, and it is not Soul Eater Night. Lothar does not expect Kalista to kill or defeat Vladimir, as long as he can stop him from continuing to do something to Lothar and the others.

Lothar pushed Kalista out of the dream.

It didn't take long for Lothar to feel much more relaxed, and Vladimir's magical influence was rapidly fading.

"Okay, it looks like Calista has **** Vladimir." Lothar breathed a sigh of relief, "It's up to her."

Lothar suddenly felt her thighs being hugged tightly.

He looked down and saw that it was Samira. Although she looked much better at this time, her expression was extremely grim, and her nose was panting heavily.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Lothar wanted to push Samira away, but she was overturned directly to the ground.

Samira held Lothar's shoulders firmly with both hands, and her strong thighs clamped his waist, holding on to her life and death. At the same time, she frantically tore her clothes, and her armor, inner armor, and holster were all covered by her. The pieces were stripped bare, revealing his concave and convex and extremely toned body.

Lothar was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing surprise, but his surprise was not because of Samira's actions to **** him, nor because of Samira's exaggerated breasts, but because of other things.

Vladimir has sent Kalista over, and Samira's situation should be relieved, not crazy like this.

Lothar saw that Samira was mad for another reason.

"This woman..." Lothar really didn't know what expression to put on, "actually awakened 'qi' at this time."

...

Vladimir looked down at the three spears inserted into his chest.

Each spear is not an entity, but a spiritual body, and Vladimir can feel the boundless resentment and anger contained in these spears.

"I didn't expect to see such resentful spirits in Noxus." Vladimir's fingers lightly brushed his wound, and the blood flowing from his body wrapped around his arm like a snake. None were spilled on the ground.

Vladimir looked in front of him, and the withered female undead was pulling the fourth spear from her back, ready to throw it at Vladimir.

"This is troublesome..." Vladimir looked at the undead in front of him in distress. He was not afraid to fight against it. This was not a shadow island, and there was no endless black fog to replenish the undead.

But Vladimir can't make too much trouble. If he goes too far, he may be noticed by the old crow in the immortal fortress, and the trouble caused by that time will not be easy to settle.

Vladimir couldn't help but look at Lothar, who was being protected by her behind the female undead, and smiled helplessly but indulgently: "You are really going to make trouble for me."

Vladimir's chest was pierced by the fourth soul spear.

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Elise and Lady Pale are sitting in an upscale sweet shop geared towards aristocrats, enjoying mellow black tea and caramel cakes.

Two beautiful, **** aristocratic women taste the cake in the most luxurious way, but the things on their table are not so beautiful.

A skull with pure crystals in its eye sockets, and the light flowing from the eyes of the skull showed an image of a female undead with a spear fighting a noble man who was bleeding.

"Vladimir was suppressed." Elise ate a small spoonful of caramel cake sweetly. She didn't really like this sweet food, but seeing Vladimir's shriveled appearance, the food was bland and insipid. The mouth will also become overflowing with honey, "The undead Lothar got on the Shadow Island are not simple characters."

"Vladimir was afraid of waking up the crow." The pale lady stirred the black tea with a small spoon, "but the undead didn't have enough black fog to support it, and the two of them couldn't win a match, Frau. Kimer should think about what he should do."

Elise's eyes swept across the meaningful eyes of the pale lady: "Ma'am, is your purpose really to kill Darius?"

"Dreaus is an extreme patriot, he can't be turned against him, Swain let him join the three-man council so that he can have two votes." Ms. Pale picked up a sugar and put it in a teacup and continued. Stir, "As long as Darius dies, we will support another puppet to join the three-person council. Black Rose will have two votes in the council. After all, the Faceless is on our side."

"You really want to play his parliamentary game with Swain," Elise asked tentatively. "Why not just overthrow the parliament and rebuild the monarchy. A puppet emperor will be much easier to control."

"The times are different, dear." The pale lady chuckled, "The impact of Darkwill's death is not as simple as the death of an emperor, it marks the end of an era, and I prefer to go against the times. It’s a lot easier to go with the current.”

Elise smiled, she knew that if she was cunning and cunning, she was far inferior to the pale lady, what she longed for was eternal youth and life, and the pale lady wanted more.

"I still think it's a good idea to have a puppet emperor." Elise suggested, "The major families should miss the emperor's time when he was still in power. At least they don't have to pay such high taxes to Noxus. Wayne is a real vampire."

"It's useless, the resistance to restoring the monarchy does not lie in Swain, but in Noxus itself." The pale lady took a sip of black tea, "Noxus can't let a new emperor come to power, it has already tasted There is no emperor's sweetness."

"But I heard that there was a big incident in Shurima recently. The ancient emperor Azir seemed to be resurrected and said that he wanted to rebuild the Shurima Empire. The farce of the gangster," Elise asked.

"You don't need to worry about Shurima, it won't affect Noxus for the time being." Madam Pale put down her teacup, "Regardless of whether the ancient emperor Azir is real or not, the Shurima Empire will not be able to get rid of the sand. Rise down."

Elise just asked casually. She didn't expect to hear so much from Ms. Pale. She was a little surprised that Ms. Pale also seemed to know about Shurima.

"What else is there that she doesn't know?" Elise lowered her eyes and thought while drinking tea.

"What is Lothar doing in his dream now?" Elise asked, wanting to see if the pale lady could see through dreams.

The pale lady slightly raised the corner of her mouth: "Who knows."

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"Um……"

——I'm considering whether to let Samira be on my Lothar

Chapter five hundred and forty sixth forced retreat

Samira was like a beast, her tongue licking hard and frantically across Lothar's face and neck, like a big bear licking honey.

Lothar felt that a very unique power was brewing in Samira's spiritual body. The elemental magic power that did not come from nature. Elemental magic power can only be deposited in the body and it is difficult to preserve it in the soul. Besides, this is Delai. In Erth's dream, there is no magic power for Samira to absorb at all.

So it is only possible that Samira is awakening, the magic from her spiritual origin.

"Is it Vladimir's magical stimulation that awakened Samira's qi? Or the stimulation of Darius and Queretta or the stimulation of nightmares?" Lothar didn't know what awakened Samira's qi. It is a magical power derived from the spirit, and everyone has a different path to awakening Qi.

Lothar was quite speechless. A certain Ascendant did everything possible to awaken the Qi, but Samira was awakened as if she had picked up money when she went out.

But the qi in Samira's body was very messy at this time, and it was far from settled down. It was rampaging inside her spiritual body, almost breaking her.