Lone Wolf of the Freljord

It is said that the wings of Demacia's national emblem, the double-winged sword emblem, are derived from the wings of the Blue Rock Falcon.

——Excerpt from "The Valoran Precious Animal Classification Editor"

Chapter 121 Backlash

Lothar sat embarrassedly by the campfire. He was covered with a warm blanket, but he was still shaking slightly, facing the direct scrutiny of the two beautiful women.

Blue Feather Falcon was drooling at the barbecue on the fire, and he had no intention of interfering in the disputes between humans.

"Tell me, who are you." The young girl in light armor folded her arms and asked aggressively.

"Quinn, you're going to scare him like this." The mature and beautiful woman who was dressed simply, but still could not hide her aristocratic temperament, kindly handed Lothar a cup of hot water, "Don't worry, child, speak slowly, you see You have a cold."

Lothar took the water, and his mind quickly became active: "Should I tell them my real name? But after the incident at Fosborough, it's hard to guarantee that Demacia won't want me. Neither Lothar nor Rorschach are the two names. Tell them if they know I'm from the Freljord..."

Lothar gave the mature woman a grateful smile: "My name... I forgot..."

"Forgot" the girl called Quinn showed obvious distrust in her eyes, "Then where are you from?"

Of course, Lothar couldn't name the Freljord, and neither could Demacia. He also knew that Noxus also fought against Demacia all year round, so there was only one place he knew.

"Ionia," Lothar said nonchalantly, "I am from Ionia."

"Ionia" Quinn heard a very unfamiliar word, thought it was a remote place name, and couldn't understand what it was.

"Ionian!" The mature woman's eyes lit up, "Really! You are Ionian!"

Lothar himself was also taken aback by the beautiful woman's reaction, but he could only bite the bullet and say, "Well, that's right."

Quinn's face was full of confusion: "Lady Lestara, what is Ionia?"

"Wait!" Lestara happily trotted to her horse and took a book from her luggage.

"Look, this is Ionia." Lestara showed Quinn and Lothar the contents of the book.

The two of them leaned forward and saw that the contents of the book were not dense texts, but many brightly colored landscape paintings.

"Draw" Quinn asked.

Lestara nodded: "I bought this from a travel painter who traveled in Ionia, and the paintings on it are all what he saw and heard."

Lothar looked at these paintings with interest. The content on them was very complicated. In addition to the landscape paintings, there were many pictures of creatures that Lothar had never seen before.

"Do you know all these things?" Quinn probed Lothar.

"Some remember, some forget." Lothar desperately recalled what Udyr had told himself about Ionia. He pointed to a man with shaved hair on the painting. "This is a monk."

Lestara said happily: "That's right! That painter told me so too!"

"Is he really an Ionian?" Quinn's doubts dissipated a little.

Lothar flipped through Lestara's book, and he remembered some paintings that matched what Udyr said, while others he didn't know he said he forgot.

Halfway through the book, Quinn's suspicion of the Lothar Ionians was temporarily put down.

"But according to what you said, Ionia is far, far in the east." Quinn continued to ask, her eyes were very sharp, "Why are you here still in a piece of ice. How can you be virtuous? in Marcia"

Lothar sat closer to the fire: "I don't know, I don't remember."

"Then what do you remember?"

"do not know……"

Quinn was so angry that Valor almost didn't let Valor peck him, but Lestara pressed Quinn: "Don't push him like that, he must be an Ionian, and he looks like an Ionian. Onia is so far away from us in Demacia, it's definitely not a spy or something, you don't need to be too vigilant."

"But he may be a mage." Quinn reminded the lady not to take it lightly. "Can ordinary people appear in a piece of ice and fall from the sky?"

"There are good and bad wizards, too," Lestara retorted.

"Magic is inherently dangerous." Quinn wouldn't budge on this point.

Lothar moved closer to the fire again. He didn't listen to the conversation between the two women at all. His hands were as close to the flames as possible, almost touching the flames.

"What are you doing!" Quinn noticed Lothar's strangeness and hurriedly grabbed Lothar's hand.

With this capture, Quinn discovered an anomaly.

"Why is your body so icy?" Quinn touched Lothar's neck and underarms again. These places that should have been the warmest were still cold, even cooler than ice cubes.

"I... I don't know..." Lothar's lips were trembling all the time, he felt a lot of cold stagnation in his body, but unlike the ice magic that Lissandra gave him, the chill in Lothar's body didn't listen to him at all. Order.

Lothar instinctively wanted to drive the cold out of his body, and a layer of frost condensed on the surface of his body, which not only did not make him feel warm, but became colder.

"You really are a mage!" Quinn's eyes were cold.

Lestara held Quinn: "Wait! You look at him, he is obviously in pain, we should help him!"

Quinn looked at Lothar vigilantly: "It's the job of the mageseekers and the demon destroyers to help the mages, and I'm going to send him over there."

"But he's Ionian, not Demacian."

"He is in Demacian soil and naturally subject to the laws of Demacia."

Boom!

A muffled sound interrupted their argument, and Lothar fell to the ground.

"What's the matter?" Lestara crouched down and touched Lothar's skin. "He's frozen! We have to save him!"

Quinn stood there, looking at the boy lying motionless like a statue on the ground, hesitant in his eyes.

"Gah!" Hua Luo yelled at Quinn, flapping his wings.

"Alas." Quinn sighed, "Mrs. Lestara, I have a towel in my tent. I'll go and wipe him with hot water."

...

Quinn carried Lothar, who was frozen all over, into the tent, took out a towel and soaked it in hot water.

Le Stara grabbed the towel from Quinn: "I'll come, you have been in the girl army for so long, how do you know how to take care of people?"

"However, your status is not suitable for..."

"It's not suitable or not, this is saving people, there is nothing more noble than this." Lestara laughed, and began to take off Lothar's clothes, "You go out first, you are not married yet. , it's not suitable to watch these."

"Actually, I've seen him all over..." Quinn thought, silently exiting the tent, sitting outside the tent and waiting, throwing peanuts for Hua Luo to eat to pass the time.

The sound of rustling towels wiping his body came from the tent, and Quinn thought seriously about what to do with the wizard boy.

"Quinn, did you visit your brother's grave this year?" asked Lestara in the tent.

Quinn's mood was a little lower: "Well... go..."

"He will be very proud to see that you have become such a good Ranger now."

"I'm just a rookie, I don't even have a military rank yet."

Lestara laughed: "I've never heard of a rookie soldier in Demacia who disobeyed the commander's orders all day long like you."

"I'm just not used to following a large army..."

"Okay, let's not talk about that." Lestara changed the subject, "Do you know why I came to you today?"

"to chat with"

"I hope you can do me a favor, you must promise me."

"As long as your request does not violate my principles, I will naturally not refuse it."

"Well then, I hope you can **** me to Ionia."

Quinn was shocked: "Ionia, what are you doing so far away?"

"Go find someone."

"Will you bring other guards?"

"I plan to go in a low-key manner, with only one **** for you."

"No! It's too dangerous!" Quinn refused directly. "Going to Ionia must pass through Noxus! How can you go to the territory of the enemy country with your identity!"

"Please, Quinn, I have to go, it's very important to me," Lestara said almost pleadingly.

"But...then you shouldn't be looking for me, go to the Master Chiefs in the Fearless Pioneer, they are much better than me."

"I can't tell anyone I'm going to Ionia, that's why I came to you," Lestara said softly, "I believe you can protect me, Quinn, you saved my life once, I believe in your abilities."

Quinn was silent for a long time.

Mrs. Lestara was kind to Quinn and helped her a lot. If Lestara hadn't personally vouched for her, Quinn's own disobedience personality would have been impossible to even enter the Rangers.

"Ah..." Quinn sighed deeply, "I promise you."

"Really! It's great!" Le Stara in the tent made a happy voice.

She hummed an elegant little tune and wiped the hot towel across Lothar's chest.

Lothar looked silently at the top of the tent. He was actually awake the whole time, and he listened to all the conversations between Lestara and Quinn.

As the hot towel was wiped, the frost on Lothar's body slowly melted, but the cold air in his body was still rooted in the flesh, and Lothar was unable to remove them.

"Ionia..." Lothar said weakly.

"Well, what did you say?" Lestara didn't hear clearly, and brought her ears closer.

"Ionia..." Lothar said slowly, "I'm going too..."

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Magic is dangerous, it obeys the will of man, and it also goes against the will of man.

It's like a flame, you can do a lot of things with it, but if you're not careful, you'll burn yourself out.

Awe of magic and constant study of it will eventually turn against the disrespectful and the ignorant.

——Excerpt from Noxus Military Magic Training Textbook Volume 1: Preface

Chapter 122 Departure

"You really want to come with us to Ionia." Quinn pressed Valor on his arm to prevent him from pecking at the horse's eyes.

Lothar was wrapped in thick clothes and showed a bleak smile: "I said, I was cursed by the witch of Freljord, I have to go back to Ionia to find someone to lift the curse."

This is an excuse that Lothar came up with on the fly. It can explain why his body temperature is so low, and it can also follow Lestara and the others to Ionia.

The witch's curse was his imagination. Lothar didn't think that Lissandra, who had made a deal with him, would deliberately harm him. The source of his chill was probably another reason - Anivia.

Lothar didn't know what happened to the egg that Anivia turned into. The biggest possibility was that the egg was integrated into his body, and the ice-blue tattoo on his chest was the proof.

"There is a **** in me." Lothar thought the idea was ridiculous, but also very interesting.

But no matter how Lothar called, he couldn't hear any sound from Anivia.

"Whether the ice crystal phoenix is ​​in my body or not, I have indeed been eroded by the cold air now." Lothar felt the pain that seemed to crack his flesh and bones all the time, just like the last time he was invaded by Zhenbing. It was so violent, even if it had been experienced once, the pain was unbearable.

The most troublesome thing is that this cold pain is also affected by the outside world.

When the temperature cools down at night, the pain will suddenly intensify. When it is the coldest, Lothar's skin will even freeze on its own, and the tears that flow from the pain are all ice slag.

It was still his land in Demacia, and if he returned to the Freljord, the situation would have been a hundred times worse.

In short, it is impossible for Lothar to return to the Freljord unless the cold problem in his body is solved.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my promise to go back to Ashe before the winter..." Lothar looked at the north, the white snow field was a forbidden area for him now.

"Well... At least I'm still alive now, and there will always be a day when I go back." Lothar encouraged himself, he had to find a way to get rid of the coldness on his body.

Lothar actually thought about using Demacia's Forbidden Stone to seal the magical power within him, but he quickly rejected the idea.

The Forbidden Stone is as precious in Demacia as Zhen Bing and Freljord. Lothar remembered that Lux had told him before that the Forbidden Stone was very difficult to mine, and the annual output was quite limited, Lothar thought. It's not easy to get a piece.

But if Lothar took to the streets and swaggered that he was a mage, he'd get a pair of Forbidden Stone shackles in no time at all, at the cost of probably spending a long time in a Demacian prison.

There is another reason why Lothar does not choose the path of banning magic stones.

He wanted to try and control the magic within him.

If these chills disappeared, he would just be the frail boy he once was, but if he could control them, Lothar would become a Frost Mage.

So Lothar needs to learn how to control magic.

The Freljord has plenty of frost mages and shamans, but he can't go back.

Demacia banned all magic, and finding someone who could teach him magic might be harder than getting Gragas to quit drinking.

Noxus Lothar was not very familiar, all he knew was that it was a war-mad country where learning magic seemed risky.

Then the only place Lothar knew to go was Ionia.