Lone Wolf of the Freljord

The young man was naked, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and there was a knife blade stuck in the back of his head, which made him look like a corpse.

The crow jumped on the boy's head, pecked open some ice, opened a beak, bit the handle of the knife, and pulled it out.

The blade was slowly pulled out, and the blade was cast with barbs, which caused a lot of flesh and brains to be pulled when it was pulled out.

The knife fell to the ground with a thud, and the crow flew to Swain's shoulder with the hilt in his hand.

Even without direct contact, Swain felt the stinging chill from the knife, nearly slashing his face.

Of course, the chill did not come from the blade itself, but the flesh and blood left on it.

Swain stretched out his hand, his fingernails flicked, and the hard blade shattered into ice slag.

The four-eyed crow also got into Swain's robe and disappeared.

At the same time, the hole that was poked out in the back of the boy's head disappeared.

...

Lothar opened his eyes sharply.

The pain in the back of his head made him a little dizzy, but this was not the most terrible thing, the most terrible thing was the cold.

Lothar curled up hard, but to no avail, the cold radiated from the inside out of his body, and he was now a piece of ice himself.

"Can you turn your head and look at me?" A calm man's voice came from behind Lothar.

Lothar's heart trembled, not because there was a stranger standing behind him, but because the stranger spoke... Freljord.

Lothar shivered as he slowly turned his body over, and what caught his eye was an old man with white hair, who was actually not very old. Although his hair was completely white, there was an indescribable coercion in his eyes and aura.

For some reason, Lothar felt that this old man felt very... familiar to him, but he couldn't remember when he had seen him.

"Try to stand up." The old man smiled and encouraged, his tone was kind and gentle, but it seemed like an irresistible order.

Lothar clasped his arms tightly, stood up tremblingly, the frosty cold swelled with his body, and his breath made the old man's white eyebrows and hair a thin layer of frost.

The old man didn't care, he snapped his fingers lightly, and the fireplace suddenly burst into flames: "Get warm."

Lothar raised his eyebrows and asked, "Mage"

The old man smiled and said, "That's right."

Since he is a mage, Lothar has basically ruled out the possibility of returning to Demacia.

The fire in the fireplace has a fatal temptation for the current Lothar. He didn't even think about it. He began to warm in front of the small runway fire: "Do you have any clothes?"

"It's ready for you, right at your feet."

Lothar paused for a while, then looked down, there was a carpet under his feet, he lifted the carpet, and inside was neatly folded thick pile of clothes.

Lothar hesitated, but put it on anyway.

What made him even more disturbed was that the suit was a snug fit.

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief, the pain in his head had dissipated, and the cold on his body had also eased slightly with the help of the stove and clothes, and he regained the ability to think seriously.

"Who are you and where are you and what do you want to do?" Lothar threw three questions in a row.

The old man said slowly: "You can call me Swain. This is the Noxus Empire, at the foot of the immortal fortress. I came to you to help each other."

Lothar frowned, and the old man's straightforward answer not only did not solve his doubts, but made him even more vigilant.

"I just got to Noxus before I passed out. Why did I come here all of a sudden? Where's the assassin chick?"

Swain replied patiently: "I was the one who brought you here. Katerina's words are still alive and well, and you have a chance to meet again."

"Why should I see a woman who stabbed me?" Lothar glanced up and down at Swain, and noticed that the sleeve of his left arm was empty. "Why did you bring me to meet us?"

"I know you, but you don't know me," Swain said. "The child who grew up in the wolf's den, Lothar, the blood clan of the Warmother of Avarosa, right?"

Lothar's heart suddenly rose to his throat: "How did you know?"

"There are very few things in this world that I don't know."

"Since you know everything, why are you still looking for me?"

"Because I think your current situation will require my help, and I just happen to be able to use your place right now, for mutual benefit."

"Mutual benefit" Lothar pondered the word, "How much do you know about me?"

Swain pointed to Lothar's right arm. "Did it ever break there? Because of a girl."

Lothar felt a chill in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

"You don't have to be too surprised, in fact, our two encounters are very similar." Swain stretched out his left arm and shook the drooping sleeve, "This arm was broken in Ionia, and it was also broken by a The girl was chopped off."

Lothar did not answer.

"More than that." Swain's body suddenly appeared a little thick dark red light, Lothar stared at the old man extremely vigilantly, the coldness overflowing from his body increased sharply, always beware of his sudden attack.

But the red light didn't attack Lothar, they just gathered together, gathered in Swain's sleeve, and slowly enriched it.

A dark red translucent arm was formed, with a dim redness flowing inside.

Swain moved his left arm and looked at the stunned Lothar: "And we both experienced a rebirth, a rebirth that made us stronger."

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Jericho Swain's army led the Noxian year 986. He led the 47th Army to attack Presidian in Ionia and suffered a defeat. The 47th Army was completely wiped out. Jericho Swain himself became crippled.

Hereby, Jericho Swain is stripped of all ranks and discharged from the military. Nianqi once had outstanding military exploits and made great deeds in exposing the imperial rebellion against the party, so he retained his noble status, but he and his children within three generations could not own fiefs.

—— "Reward and Punishment Report: No. 9870066"

Chapter 129 Transactions

Lothar sat by the fire, looking at Swain, who was cooking, with mixed emotions.

He never thought that the next sentence of the old man who just showed his strength in front of him was actually "Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."

A few crows brought the pans and ingredients from outside, and Lothar might have thought them cute if they didn't have four eyes.

Swain held the frying pan with one hand, and the dark red flame burned out of thin air at the bottom of the pan, and the aroma of the food gradually became richer. Lothar couldn't help but twitch his nose twice. It was the smell of spices that he did not know.

"Okay." Swain picked up a plate, poured the food on it, put down the pot, and inserted a spoon into the food.

Swain walked towards Lothar, his legs did not seem to be very good, and he walked slightly lame.

Lothar took the food from Swain's hand, which was hot and appetizing.

"What is this? Give me a stick and then a radish?" Lothar muttered inwardly.

Swain sat back in the chair with an amiable expression: "Eat it, I cook the food from Ionia, I like it very much."

Lothar looked at the disk, and there were many small white granular objects in it, and some golden objects covered it.

"This is... rice." Lothar felt that the shape of the rice was slightly different from the shape he had imagined.

Swain picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip: "It's rice. Rice is the staple food of the Ionians. They are very good at growing rice. The grain is full and very sweet. The Freljord is only a little warmer in the south. It can only grow and live, and the yield is very small. Noxus is relatively poor, and the rice that is grown is not as good as that of Ionia.”

Swain continued: "The yellow thing is just an egg. After breaking it up, it is mixed with rice and fried with oil and salt. A popular civilian dish in Ionia is called egg fried rice."

Lothar scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth. The fried rice with egg was very hot. As soon as it entered Lothar's mouth, it became cold and swish. It tasted ordinary, but unexpectedly delicious.

"Why do you cook Ionian food?" asked Lothar as he ate. "Have you been?"

"Of course." Swain smiled, "I used to be a big man in the Noxian Legion, and I led the expedition to Ionia."

Of course Lothar guessed that Swain was a big man, and he grabbed one word: "Before"

Swain spread his hands helplessly: "I was defeated in Ionia, my left arm was broken, and my status was gone. Now I am an ordinary Noxian."

"Ordinary" Lothar looked at Swain's arm turned into red light, and felt disdain in his heart.

Lothar solved the food in threes and fives, and there was not a grain of rice left.

"It seems that my cooking skills are not bad." Swain raised his hand slightly, and two crows flew over and took away the tableware.

"Freljordans don't waste food." Lothar let out a cold breath and said sternly, "Let's talk about it, how did I do it by that little girl named Katarina that you tied up?"

"Katrina is afraid that she won't like the name 'chick'." Swain put down the teacup, "I asked a friend to bring you here."

"Who"

"You'll know later." Swain didn't answer directly. "There's only one thing you need to know now. I can help you solve your problems, and you don't even need to go to Ionia to solve them."

"The price is that I have to help you, right? Why should I trust you?"

"I will give you strength." Swain laughed, "I gave you strength, of course I hope you can do things for me, and harming you will not do me any good."

Lothar looked directly into Swain's eyes. From the old man's eyes, he couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or not: "How do you want to give me strength, you know the condition of my body?"

Swain nodded: "Your situation is very complicated. Two forces that do not belong to you are in your body, and you can't control it at all."

"Two shares which two shares"

Swain avoided Lothar's question: "The power that is causing you pain right now is the power of True Ice, the power of some **** in the Freljord."

Lothar raised his eyebrows slightly. From the moment he saw the ice blue wing tattoo on his chest, he could probably guess the source of his bitter cold, but how did Swain know so much.

"What about Zhen Bing, can you help me?"

Swain opened the drawer of the table, took out a thick book from it and handed it to Lothar: "This is a manual written by an experienced Frost Mage, who has been infatuated with Frost Magic all his life, here is his A part of the whole heart."

Lothar's eyes lit up and took the book, but was disappointed to find that he couldn't understand the words in it at all.

Swain said: "This frost mage is Noxian. You have to learn Noxian before you can understand it."

"I won't feel pain after learning the frost magic inside?"

"Of course not. What you have in your body is True Ice Magic, the ultimate in Frost Magic. Ordinary magic practice can't make you control your power. Just like you can't tame a lion in the same way you nurture cats and dogs."

Lothar felt that Swain knew more about his physical condition than himself: "Then why should I learn it?"

"It's always helpful to you, after all, it's the life-long effort of a mage who has studied this way, and it can also allow you to control your power a little bit." Swain pointed to Lothar's mouth that kept exhaling Baishuang, "At least Should keep you from spewing these things out."

Swain crossed his hands and fingers: "You have about half a year to learn the Noxian language and the things in this book, and within half a year, I want you to do one thing for me. After it is done, I will solve it completely. The problem with the ice magic on you, that's what the deal is about."

Lothar was silent for a long time: "Why did you find me?"

"I said that I know a lot of things, more than you think, and I found that you are the most suitable person." Swain leaned forward slightly and smiled kindly at Lothar, "You have a lot of skills. A wonderful life, I have experienced many things, many things beyond the imagination of ordinary people. For example, those demons, or those gods. And I found you because I saw that although you are weak, you can always appear in the center of the vortex. ability."

Lothar mocked himself and said, "It's just bad luck that you call this ability."

"No, in the words you Freljord shaman like to use, everything you've been through, including the encounter between the two of us." Swain raised a finger. "It's fate."

Lothar took a deep breath.

"I have finished what I have to say." Swain held the corner of his eyes, "make your choice, if you reject me, I will let you go, you can go to the East by yourself. But don't forget, you are a Stowaway, can you not be caught with your current body?"

Lothar looked down at the book in his hand, the cover of the book was in his palm, and it had been frozen with a thin layer of ice after a while.

He couldn't control the cold in his body more and more.

"I need to know your purpose first." Although Lothar was afraid, he still looked at Swain firmly, "If I don't want to do it, I will never do it."

The old man raised his finger, and a crow stood on his fingertips, and his voice became low, like the low roar of a beast awakened before dawn: "I want you to kill the Emperor of Noxus."

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The Emperor of Noxus, Bron Darkwill, the blood-red butcher king, the tyrant of death who lashed out.

- Demacian gossip

Chapter 130 Imperial Capital

Winters in Noxus are quiet.

The Noxian army who went north to the Freljord, fought Demacia in the west, Ionia in the east, and Shurima in the south all returned to the territory of the motherland. This bloodthirsty war beast is finally about to fall into short hibernation.

This year was the most violent year for Noxus expansion. The supreme emperor of Noxus, Bron Darkwill, was conscripting troops, in order to rewash and expand the territory of Noxus in this year. .

Lothar was dressed very thickly, with a thick and wide cloak on the outermost side, lest the cold air overflowing from his body would freeze on the pedestrians beside him. To be honest, he didn't really want to go out. It was still snowing in the imperial capital, and every snowflake falling around him could cause chills and pains all over his body. Lothar had to grit his teeth hard to keep the tears from coming out.

But he still came out, first to get acquainted with the country of Noxus, and second to practice the frost magic that he had studied.

According to the handwriting left by the mage, staying in cold places helps to enhance the ability to perceive the element of ice, so Lothar has to "walk" on the streets in winter even in severe pain.

Even in winter, there are many pedestrians on the street, which fully shows the prosperity of the imperial capital. Most of them walked in a hurry, and the plainly dressed civilians only dared to walk on both sides of the street.

Lothar saw a lot from different people.

People with very pale skin should be from the Freljord or Demacia, people with yellow skin are mostly Ionians, and people with wheatish or dark skin are most likely from Shurima. civil.

In addition to humans, you can occasionally see Vastayas with animal ears or feathers, burly tauren with loud voices, etc. Most of them have iron chains on their bodies, and they should be caught as slaves.

"It's really a mess." Lothar avoided a strong Vastaya man with a lion's mane coming towards him, and walked on the very edge of the road, trying not to attract attention.