Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Quinn took an arrow from the quiver and began to smash the ice.

"Is normal ice this hard?" Quinn's hand was sore after chiseling, and Hua Luo was also working hard to break the ice with his bird's beak, which surprised Quinn. In addition to killing enemies, flying, and grooming feathers, Hua Luo was also very surprised. Rarely has Lowe displayed such enthusiasm for anything.

The ice was unusually difficult to chip away, and it took Quinn and Valor a long time to expose its contents to light.

"Alone!" Quinn never thought it would be a boy in the ice.

Quinn hurriedly ran his fingers under his nose and neck. Although his breathing had stopped, there was still a slight throbbing on his neck.

"He's still alive!" Quinn was a little dizzy, she had never seen such a bizarre thing in her life.

Quinn and Hua Luo speeded up the ice chisel, and finally got the boy's whole body out.

The boy doesn't look very old, at most it will be as big as Quinn himself, and his body is thin and thin, and there are no wounds or scars on his body.

The point is, he was naked and naked.

Quinn must have seen something the boy shouldn't have seen. She blushed a little, turned her head away, but saw Hua Luo staring straight at her.

"What are you looking at!" Quinn raised his fists and said fiercely to Hua Luo, "I won't give you canned chicken tonight!"

Quinn squatted down, suppressed the shame in her heart, and said to herself: "You are a soldier, Quinn, you are only naked. You have even seen the internal organs and bones on the battlefield, it is no big deal."

She scrutinized everything on the boy: "He doesn't look like a Freljord, he doesn't look like a Demacian, where did he come from?"

There was nothing on the boy to identify him, except for one thing—something like a tattoo on his chest.

"Is this a wing tattoo or an egg?" Quinn couldn't quite make out, but she didn't think it was a Freljord totem, with no raw traces of roughness and wildness, and the colors didn't look like paint smeared on.

Quinn found no weapons on the boy, and his heart was beating weakly but steady.

"It looks like his life is safe." Quinn thought for a while. "Without any weapons...falling from the sky...in the ice...he is probably a mage, and a not weak mage."

After thinking about it again and again, Quinn decided to proceed cautiously, she would save the suspicious boy, but in order to prevent him from waking up and attacking himself with magic, Quinn still had to take some insurance measures.

"I wouldn't have to be so troublesome if I had the shackles of the forbidden stone on my body." Quinn took out a knife, ready to rip the boy's tendons.

"I'm sorry, although I don't know whether you are innocent or enemy, but I can't let you bring any danger here." Quinn pressed the knife to the boy's arm, "For Demacia."

Ding!

The moment Quinn's knife was about to be pressed down, she let it go.

It was Valor, who pecked off Quinn's weapon and blocked the boy.

"Warlock" Quinn looked at his partner in surprise, "What happened to you today?"

Hua Luo's eyes blinked, and he flapped his wings at Quinn, determined to protect the boy.

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The Ranger is one of the Demacian regiments, and its members are mostly scouts and harassing units, such as the Dragon Riders.

Rangers rarely participate in frontal combat, they usually only conduct patrols, reconnaissance and other tasks, and during war they only conduct harassment operations.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's "Valloran's Travels: Demacia Chapter 1: The Formation of Nations"

Chapter 120 The Lady

Quinn put the boy in her tent and covered him with a blanket.

"Finally don't have to look at your naked body." Quinn breathed a sigh of relief.

Hua Luo also got into the tent. Usually he doesn't come in. He doesn't like small spaces, but he seems to care about the boy. He runs in and pecks at the boy's face and nose, trying to scream. wake him up.

"Who the **** are you? Even Hua Luo is going to protect you." Quinn was puzzled, but she couldn't think of a result, so she just didn't think about it, "I'll take him back to Irvingdale tomorrow anyway, Hand it over to the seeker there, since he is a mage, there is no danger."

Quinn was a little hungry. She had been working hard for most of the day to cut through the ice, so she ate two mouthfuls of dry rations.

"Come out, Hua Luo, let's get something to eat." Quinn stretched out her arm, and Hua Luo flew to her arm armor. She planned to ask Hua Luo to catch a rabbit or something and give them some meat.

It was getting late, and Quinn planned to catch the prey before it got dark.

Suddenly, Quinn heard a rush of hooves, and someone was running towards her quickly.

Quinn subconsciously loaded the crossbow and raised her arm in that direction, but after seeing who was coming, she widened her eyes in surprise: "Madame Bouvier"

A noble woman came riding on a horse. Although the years had left some traces on her face, it was still difficult to hide her beauty and temperament. She was riding a horse in the wilderness, but she rode like a noble traveler. elegant.

"Quinn!" The woman greeted Quinn happily in a strong aristocratic tone.

"Madame Bouvier, why did you come here?" Quinn was a little confused. It stands to reason that a lady with a high status like her could not be here, let alone alone.

The woman tightened the reins, turned over and dismounted with utmost grace, and took Quinn's hands enthusiastically: "I've told you how many times, just call me by my name."

"Yes..." Quinn, who was pulled by the hand, was at a loss, "Mrs. Lestara."

Lestara nodded with satisfaction: "I originally wanted to go directly to the Rangers headquarters to find you, but your commander told me that you came to the north. I found your team leader, and he told me that you should be near here, I'm coming to find you."

"It's too dangerous to be alone."

"Didn't I come safely?"

Quinn's head was aching, she couldn't believe what the consequences would be if something happened to this noble lady here, and how much responsibility she would have to bear.

"I'll take you home, Madame Lestara."

"No, I'm just here to find you."

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

"It's a long story, let's go in and talk, it's raining too, it doesn't stop." Le Stara took out a beautiful wooden box from the saddle and grabbed Quinn's hand, "You're patrolling the border. It must be very hard, I brought delicious food, all of which are popular in Xiongdu recently, and Hua Luo, I brought you a very delicious sausage, let’s talk while eating.”

Hua Luo cried twice with joy, looking forward to the sausage.

Quinn watched with a wry smile as she walked towards the tent, Le Stara. The lady was very kind to her, but she was too enthusiastic for Quinn to resist.

"Wait!" Quinn suddenly thought of a naked man in the tent, and hurriedly tried to stop Le Stara.

But it was too late, the lady had already lifted the curtain of the tent.

Inside the tent, a naked boy with only one layer of quilt was lying quietly. He seemed to have kicked the quilt over when he fell asleep, and the key parts were exposed brightly.

"It's over." Quinn raised her forehead, not daring to look at Lestara's face.

Madame Lestara silently closed the curtain and silently pulled Quinn aside.

Quinn was ready to be slapped hard.

But she didn't expect that Lestara looked at her with understanding eyes instead: "Girls your age need the nourishment of love, I understand this too, don't worry, I won't talk to your army commander and captain. complained."

Quinn was dumbfounded for a while, and immediately reacted: "It's not like this, you misunderstood!"

"You don't need to explain." Lestara held her cheek and said gently, "I also experienced love at your age... No wonder your army commander said that you always disobeyed orders and ran away alone, so it turns out that you have a lover. what."

"He's not my lover!" Quinn said with anxiety in his heart, "I picked him up today!"

"Where did you pick it up from?"

"In a block of ice."

"You have to make up a reliable story."

Valor looked from Quinn to Lestara, not at all interested in their argument.

"Sausage." Hua Luo thought.

The rain just stopped.

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Lothar felt cold, very cold.

He seemed to be in a bottomless abyss, surrounded by nothing but cold and silence.

Many times, Lothar felt that he was dead, but whenever he felt that he was about to fall completely into the abyss, there was always a force that lifted him up again.

Lothar opened his eyes.

The smell that penetrates the nose is some faint aroma, some belong to human beings, and some belong to food.

An eagle head appeared in his field of vision, a falcon with beautiful blue feathers.

One person and one eagle stared at each other with big eyes.

Falcon glanced at Lothar, then continued to eat its sausages.

"It's you" Lothar recognized the eagle, and he couldn't have mistaken its burly body and lustrous blue feathers.

Lothar had encountered it before when he was going up the mountain, and it took a lot of thought to catch it. He originally planned to tame it, but it escaped when Lothar was not paying attention.

The falcon had grown larger than the last time they met, and Lothar reckoned that its wingspan might be longer than the height of a full-grown male.

Lothar also noticed a difference - the Falcon had some armor on it, of course it couldn't have been on its own.

"Has someone tamed you?" Lothar tried to gently touch the Falcon's head, but it didn't resist, just concentrated on eating the sausage.

"This armor..." Lothar felt that the style was familiar. "It was made by Demacia..."

Lothar shivered suddenly, feeling very cold.

Lothar looked around, he seemed to be in a tent, surrounded by some neatly arranged weapons and military supplies, stacked in different categories.

Lothar opened a box, which contained some women's casual clothes, as well as some neatly folded underwear.

"Is that what Demacian women's underwear looks like?" Lothar picked up a bra and looked at it, the softness of the silk was very comfortable to hold in his hand, "Well...not a child's, it's better than the underwear of the buttocks when I was a child. more mature."

Lothar's ears moved, and he heard some conversations coming from outside the tent.

Lothar put down his underwear and approached to eavesdrop, but he had just woken up from a coma, and his ears were ringing. .

"Did the Demacians rescue me..." Lothar pondered. "Isn't I in the tundra east of the Freljord? How come I came to Demacia all of a sudden?"

Lothar's memories were full of awakening. He hurriedly looked down at his chest. The ice egg embedded in his chest was gone, replaced by some wing-shaped ice blue prints, and the wings formed an egg shape. .

"What is this?" Rosa was a little confused.

Then, he noticed something even more shocking.

Lothar saw his right hand.

"Wow." Lothar looked at his right hand repeatedly, the palm, the back of the hand, the wrist, and even the palm lines. He carefully examined each one.

"It's really my hand." Lothar was in a turmoil, and a trace of magical power was unintentionally released, and frost condensed on his right hand.

"Magic but I used up all the magic Lissandra gave me at the end."

Lothar inspected all parts of his body, not just his right hand. All the wounds and scars on his body disappeared, the scars from being bitten by a beast when he was a few years old, and the scars left on his chest by the female demon in Fosbyro. … all of this is gone, not even the calluses that Lothar had left from hunting in the wild for many years.

Lothar didn't have time to understand what was going on when he heard someone approaching outside the tent.

The curtain was pulled open, revealing a heroic girl's face outside.

She looks about the same age as Lothar, maybe a little older, girls always grow faster, and it's not very easy to tell the exact age.

She was wearing Demacian-style armor, but unlike the full-body heavy armor that Lothar had seen on the Fearless Vanguard, the armor on the girl's body was quite light, protecting only the more critical points. Under the light armor is a tight-fitting rubber garment that covers the body, and Demacian women seem to like this kind of clothing. Lothar remembered a blond girl who liked him and a black-haired girl with a bad temper also wearing it, probably for the convenience of movement while looking good.

The girl was startled when she saw that Lothar was awake, and then noticed that the boy was still naked, and hurriedly closed the curtain.

"Put your clothes on!" the girl ordered sharply from outside the tent.

Lothar was stunned for a second, then replied in Demacian, "Wear your clothes?"

"Whatever! Anyway, put it on for me!" the girl said impatiently.

Another older female voice also came over: "What's the matter? Is he awake?"

Lothar walked to the trunk and took out two pieces of clothing at random. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want to wear underwear too?"

There was silence for a second outside the tent, only to hear the girl's voice raised a little: "Hua Luo! Bite him!"

The blue-feathered falcon in the tent reluctantly put aside the delicious sausage, claws to Lothar's feet, and pecks his leg lightly.

Lothar looked at Falcon suspiciously.

Falcon rolled his eyes at him very humanely, meaning what are you still doing?

"Ah! Ah! It hurts!" Lothar shouted.

The falcon nodded in satisfaction and swaggered back to enjoy its sausages.

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The Blue Rock Falcon belongs to the genus Falcon of the Chordate phylum Falconidae.

The blue-faced falcon is only found in the whole of Demacia and the southern part of the Freljord. The number of discoveries is very small, and no specimens have been preserved. No new blue-faced falcons have been found for more than ten years, and they are suspected to be extinct. .

The Blue Rock Falcon is relatively large among birds of prey, and an adult Blue Rock Falcon is said to be capable of grabbing a cow, although this rumor has not been proven. No magical abilities are shown in the records, but the possibility of magical creatures is not ruled out.