Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"Damn it!" Lothar didn't care that he might be holding a **** in his arms, he flew back to where the sword was, and he wanted to tell everyone to stay away from it.

"Leave...that...sword...don't touch it..." Bingdan's voice kept repeating, seemingly urging Lothar to hurry up.

But Lothar was too late.

"Ah!"

The sound of the fighting came into his ears, and Lothar saw the warriors of the tribe fall into a pool of blood one by one at an extremely fast speed. Take your life.

The murderer is another warrior.

Lothar recognized his face, one of Tryndamere's men. His hand was holding the giant sword. Even though the giant sword was several times larger than himself, he was still able to lift it.

The warrior's face was hideous and terrifying, and the skin of his whole body was wriggling, as if there were countless insects hidden underneath. Every time he killed a person, his skin became redder and bigger, and his body became bigger and bigger. The flesh and blood of the dead merged into his body, making him more and more deformed.

"What are you doing! Hank!" Tryndamere also rushed over, shouting the name of the warrior with the great sword.

But the warrior didn't respond at all, he was just laughing and roaring, slaughtering every living thing within sight.

"What happened?" The headless Olaf also dared to come. He found Lothar at a glance, and hurried over to ask him, "Hey, boy, what's the situation now and what are you holding?"

Lothar looked at the giant sword nervously. There seemed to be a heart beating on the giant sword. Every time someone killed, the color of the heart became more and more bewitching.

"That man is under control!" cried Lothar, both to Olaf and to Tryndamere. "That sword is the enemy!"

Tryndamere immediately understood the situation, and he commanded: "Attack that sword!" Then he picked up his weapon and took the lead in the charge.

"There's a fight! I'm going too!" Olaf followed excitedly.

But the situation exceeded everyone's expectations. The giant sword continued to **** the flesh and blood, and then filled it into the holder's body. The figure of the controlled warrior skyrocketed, as tall as a tree. All the clothes and armor were blasted out, the skin was red and black, the body had strange-shaped barbs, and membrane wings were born on the back, which was exactly the appearance of the scarlet giant.

Only then did Lothar understand one thing - the scarlet giant is not dead, or that the sword is the body of the scarlet giant, and the person who holds it will become the scarlet giant.

"Ah!" Tryndamere was not afraid, and the cold iron sword slashed **** the scarlet giant's leg, but only left a shallow mark.

Olaf also joined the fight, but the damage was not significant either

The scarlet giant let out an unpleasant roar, not knowing whether it was provoked or simply wanting to be bloodthirsty, his giant sword mercilessly swept through everything around him. The scarlet sword energy scattered, and all the warriors within the range were cut off. Only Tryndamere and Olaf protected themselves with their weapons in time, but they were still knocked out from a distance. It was also affected by Lothar.

The ice cube egg in his arms blocked the sharp sword energy for him, but the unparalleled terrifying impact was not removed. Lothar's body was directly hit, and the whole person fell to the ground like fallen leaves.

His chest cavity was completely smashed, the ice cube eggs were embedded in it, all the internal organs were shattered, and a huge amount of blood seeped out from it.

Surprisingly, Lothar did not lose consciousness immediately, he moved his body with difficulty, he wanted to escape.

"I... can't die here..." Lothar's last desire to survive supported his escape, but he couldn't stop the loss of blood.

Finally, Lothar stopped breathing.

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"Mommy mommy!"

"Come on, my little noise, where did we talk last time?"

"You said to tell me how Anivia fought against powerful enemies!"

"Yes, that's right. Anivia is a god, but sometimes a **** will encounter a very powerful opponent, and she will use all her strength to die with the enemy."

"But won't she die then?"

"Naturally not dear. Anivia is the **** of eternal life and the **** of reincarnation. Every time she dies, it is not a real death, but turns into the appearance of her first birth."

"an egg"

"That's right."

"Wow! Will she hatch again?"

"Of course, one day, she will break out of her shell again, grow again, become the new Anivia, and continue to protect the Freljord."

"Has she been doing this all the time?"

"Yes, she's been doing it for millions of years."

"Won't she get tired? Or wouldn't it hurt to hate to do it all the time and die?"

"Oh, my dear. Protecting the things you love will never feel tired or tired, just like I want to protect you, and you want to protect your mother's mood. This is a feeling of blood thicker than water."

"So Anivia loved the Freljord"

"She loves it more than anyone else."

--bed time story

Chapter 117 The Second Dream

Lothar woke up leisurely.

There was a hot and humid feeling on his face, and several chubby little wolves were licking him happily.

"It's here again." For some reason, Lothar felt a very familiar feeling.

Lothar moved, feeling his right arm after a long absence.

He stood up, the wolf's den was no different from the last time he came, and even the little wolves didn't change at all, they were still so immature and playful.

Lothar came out of the wolf's den, and the little wolves crowded at his feet.

At the mouth of the wolf's lair, the beautiful witch who seemed to be made of ice was still standing there, with her back facing him, with an ice crown on her head, a long ice crystal skirt dragging the floor, and her long silver hair tied into two complicated buns, which were as luxurious as one Queen.

"Hello." Lothar greeted her.

The witch turned, her face still beautiful, only the horrific wounds in her eyes ruined this perfection.

However, Lothar's attention was not on this. All of his sight was blocked by the deep ravine exposed by Wu's low-cut long skirt. The towering bulge was far from comparable to the young girls that Lothar has known so far. .

"It would be nice if I could touch it." Losar thought.

The witch didn't seem to care about Lothar's offensive gaze, she slightly parted her pale lips: "You are too lecherous for your age."

"Oh" Lothar looked at the witch with a smile, "you can read my heart"

The witch said lightly: "This is your dream, I can know all your thoughts."

"My dream." Lothar picked up a little wolf cub and touched its chin, the little wolf cub cried out comfortably, and the other little wolves began to rub Losa's feet desperately, all wanting to be petted, "Since it's me If I want to tear off your skirt and do something happy with you, you can't resist, right?"

The witch said coldly, "You can try."

Lothar threw down the little wolf without hesitation, pressing his hands on the witch's chest, and a large piece of plump and tender meat entered his claws.

"It's hard." This was Lothar's first feeling.

The witch turned into an ice sculpture, and what Lothar touched was only cold and hard ice.

"As a mortal, you are really courageous." The witch's voice came from behind Lothar. She did not know when she came behind Lothar.

"This is one of my few advantages." Lothar released his hand, turned around, and looked at the palm of his hand regretfully, "Give me a touch without losing two pieces of meat."

The witch's face was expressionless. The ice crystals on her long skirt began to shake and gradually changed shape, turning into a soft short skirt. The clothes on her upper body also became more self-cultivating and cool, reflecting the witch's extremely **** body. The suit is exactly what Ashe often wears, and it's also a "bold cut version" that she only wears in her private room for Rosa. It's almost indistinguishable from being naked. The witch's **** mature body is more blood-pumping than Ashe.

Lothar nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that although I can't touch you, it's okay to make your clothes look different. This is really my dream. Would you be angry if I told you not to wear clothes?"

The witch snorted coldly, and the ice crystals quickly covered her body. Now even the exposed cleavage was tightly wrapped: "No one has dared to be so presumptuous in front of me."

Lothar shrugged indifferently: "Anyway, this is a dream, you can be a little presumptuous."

The witch sneered: "I'm still thinking about this kind of thing when I'm about to die."

Lothar sighed. "Yeah, I'm dying. Can you save me the same way you saved me last time."

"You are disrespectful to me, why should I save you?"

"Then how can you forgive me for licking your feet? I lick your feet very badly. My wife can't hold it. I promise to make you orgasm, and you can't extricate yourself."

The witch didn't seem to want to entangle with Lothar anymore, she said bluntly: "Swear to always be loyal to me, and I will save you."

"What kind of identity do you want to be loyal to? It's okay to be a slave. I can't bear this hardship. The male pet is not bad. Although I am still developing, I can definitely satisfy you." Rosa said solemnly. .

The witch looked directly into Lothar's eyes: "It seems that you really don't want to live anymore."

"I want to live, I want to live to death." Lothar squatted down to tease the little wolf cubs who were pestering him, "but you were lukewarm to me last time you saw me. Say I'm not cold. Bloodline is not a strong warrior, and he said that he would never meet again in the future, how can he change his mind?”

"Because you showed your worth."

"What is the value of the blood alliance of the Avarosa Warmother?"

"no."

"What is that? The reincarnated husband of Avarosa is the most famous name I have."

The witch sneered softly: "Reincarnation... ridiculous."

"You don't believe it or you are afraid of her"

"Even if that stupid woman in Avarosa came in person, I wouldn't be bothered."

"Then what do you like about me? Is it really the appearance? I have to say that I think you are also very good-looking, and we are very suitable for a couple. But I already have a wife, so you can only give in Be a second child."

The witch completely ignored Lothar's nonsense: "You are about to die, this time it is not just as simple as encountering Zhen Bing, there is a powerful existence that will kill you, I need to pay some price to save you, and you must Work for me."

Lothar raised his head, squatted and looked at the witch: "What do you need me to do?"

"You'll know in time."

"I don't like uncertain promises."

"You have no choice."

"Okay." Lothar stood up and looked at the witch, although the witch was a head taller than him, "I have one more condition, Lissandra."

Lissandra gently pressed her snow-like fingers to Lothar's chest: "Do you know my name?"

"Blind, witch, can steal dreams, if this can't guess Lissandra, one of the three sisters, I have lived in Freljord for so many years." Lothar watched with interest. Lissandra said, "Your sister's reincarnation has become my wife. Would you like to join in the fun?"

"State your terms." Lissandra ignored Lothar's teasing.

"Give me strength." Lothar said directly, "The strength to defeat that monster."

Lissandra was silent for a while. "No."

"why?"

"You're too weak, even if I give you strength, you can't do anything."

"Are you weak..." Lothar looked at his hands. "You're right, I'm weak. But I have to defeat that monster, and I need to save people."

"Those people have nothing to do with you."

"I just want to save."

"You don't have to."

"Well, I've lived a miserable life since I was a child, so I can't stand others being nice to me. I can't help being nice to him if I'm nice to me. I can't change my bad habits."

The witch was silent again.

After a long time, the witch said, "I can give you strength, but the ending may not be what you think."

"That's enough." Lothar nodded. "Can I ask you one more question?"

"Say."

"Why let the Frost Guard attack so many villages"

"It's none of your business."

"I'm also your subordinate, shouldn't I reveal something?"

Lissandra waved her arms, and a sharp ice crystal pierced into Lothar's heart, but Lothar only felt cold, without pain.

"I gave you a lot of strength, you may not be able to bear it." Lissandra buried the entire ice thorn in Lothar's heart, "Be careful."

"Understood." Lothar thought for a moment, "Can I ask you one last question?"

"Say."

"You have lived for so many years, are you still a virgin?"

Lissandra waved her arms down, and the ice crystal long skirt burst out violently. Numerous ice thorns penetrated Lothar, and then burst open, and Lothar and the ice thorns shattered into scum.

Lissandra stood silently, she lowered her head, and at the edge of her long skirt, the little wolf cubs turned into ice sculptures and disappeared together.

Lissandra stood alone for a long time, and finally turned into ice and snow, and disappeared with the wind.

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Lissandra will steal dreams and peer into your deepest secrets.