Lone Wolf of the Freljord

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"Klaus, I'm very optimistic about you."

In a private noble room in the arena, a handsome man with red clothes and white hair was lying comfortably on the sofa, holding a beautiful girl who was staring at him infatuatedly in his arms.

In front of the man in red, a shirtless strong man was kneeling on the ground. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he almost burst his eyeballs.

"Big...sir..." The shirtless burly man seemed to be in pain, his whole body bursting with qiu tendons, and his body was so hot that he even started to gasp.

"Go, Klaus, it's your turn to play soon." The man in red smiled and kissed the girl in his arms as he drank nectar, his face flushed with intoxication.

The man in red lightly bit the tip of the girl's tongue and caressed it: "Go and bring me the head of that ice mage, don't let me down."

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Kindred, the most widely believed **** in Valoran.

The origin of the legend of Qianjue has not yet been confirmed. There are inferences that Kindred should have originated in the polar regions with harsh environments such as the Freljord, and some scholars infer from the image of Kindred that it should be a variant of Ionian mythology.

Although there are records about Kinder in the oldest documents obtained so far, the amazing consistency of the images and stories of Kinder in different places makes it hard to imagine that it is a **** that has existed for a long time.

Kindred is the **** of death, two in one, the image is a pure white sheep spirit holding a bow and arrow and a pitch-black wolf spirit with sharp fangs.

Lamb and wolf spirits are always on the hunt, hunting the life of the dying to grant them death. The difference is that the sheep spirit will grant the deceased a peaceful death, while the wolf spirit will grant the deceased a violent death.

——Excerpt from "The Encyclopedia of Valoran Folklore", a joint book by several professors of Piltover University

Chapter 141 - Blade

In the afternoon, Crow trotted over and nodded to Losa: "Lord Luoji, your duel is about to start, please see if you want to prepare."

"It's finally here." Lothar breathed a sigh of relief, and in less than a few hours with the woman Elise, she has already been molested by her dozens of times. Lothar is afraid that if she stays a little longer, she will Pulled himself to open the room.

"Ms. Elise, then I'll leave for the time being." Rosa said.

Elise still reluctantly wrapped around Lothar's body, her voice almost coquettish and sweet: "Don't fight, come directly to me, and protect your prosperity and wealth for a lifetime."

Crowe looked at Lothar with envy on his face. It was the dream of all men to be seen by a noble and beautiful aristocratic woman. Crowe wished that the person Elise was holding was himself, but unfortunately he could only think about it.

"Noxus is a little too open," Lothar thought, then pushed Elise away resolutely, causing the beautiful eyes to complain, and Crow felt distressed just by looking at her.

"Sure enough, the Ionians are all inferior races, and they don't understand the customs." Crowe muttered in his heart, but he certainly did not dare to say it in front of Lothar.

Lothar strode away from Elise's "claw", Elise stood there and stared at his back until she disappeared.

"It seems that he is quite wary of me." Elise's mournful eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by playful thinking, "But this is also expected, take your time, he can't escape from me. palm..."

Elise laughed softly, so beautiful that the men around her couldn't help but stop and admire.

She turned around gracefully and went to the noble seat she had reserved.

She wants to appreciate the heroic appearance of the "sweet man" fighting.

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"Audiences! It's been a long time! A new round of liquidator duel is about to start!" The host, Cockscomb head Carl, was still as enthusiastic as always, mobilizing the atmosphere of the audience, "This round of duel will be two powerful players. Famous liquidator! Let's wait and see!"

Lothar put the knife back in his pocket and was entangled by Elise just now. He has never had a chance to contact what the blade gave him.

Blade just gave him a knife and briefly taught Lothar how to control the blade like a finger.

I have to say that the skills of Professor Blade's Edge are quite amazing. After getting started, Lothar can sway freely in his hand without letting the blade hurt himself.

The homework that Blade gave him was to be able to operate at least ten blades with both hands at the same time, which was still a bit difficult for Lothar, and he was practicing hard.

"Well, it seems that this assassination technique is temporarily useless." Lothar took a deep breath, and the frost began to spread on his palm, which was very painful, but Lothar was almost used to it.

He walked out of the preparation area, walked to the battlefield, and walked under the gaze of countless enthusiastic audiences.

"The liquidator who is appearing now is a rare mage! I believe you can see from the ice that spreads under his feet that he is an ice mage!" Karl broadcasted diligently, "One victory, once defeated [Intestinal Eater] Vomit! He won his title in this glorious arena! Let's get to know this shining new star! [Death]! Killing killing!"

"They really used the name Elise gave..." Lothar was speechless for a while, obviously without his consent, "These people are really all; snobbish, they seem to think they are I hugged Elise's thigh... well, I seem to have accidentally touched it today..."

Lothar is not angry, anyway, whether it is Luo Ji or Luo Sha, it is a pseudonym, whichever you like to use.

"And his opponent today! A powerful liquidator with a magnificent record of forty-seven wins and one draw! Our old friend! [Blade] Klaus!" Karl shouted, and the moment the name came out, the atmosphere was already high The arena is even more boiling.

"[Sharp Blade] It turns out that they still obtained their normal names." Lothar looked at the entrance opposite the battlefield, and a strong figure slowly walked out of it.

It was a shirtless man, tall and sturdy, with thick sideburns and a ferocious and angry expression. He wore a glove on each of his hands, and each finger was equipped with a metal blade that flickered with cold light, curved like the sharp claws of a beast.

"[Blade] Klaus's recent state is quite good!" Carl introduced, "In the last meat grinder competition, he once defeated the [Perverted Five] alone, and now only the [Perverted Three] is left. ]!"

Lothar frowned a little, he always felt that this Klaus looked at him... full of hatred.

"Did I think too much? I haven't seen him." Lothar thought to himself, "It's an illusion, after all, it's all to fight for life and death, it shouldn't be against me."

Klaus's breathing was abnormally heavy, and Lothar was vigilant. He always felt that this Klaus was strange.

"[Sharp Blade] is best at tearing his opponents apart with sharp claws! And [Death] is an unfathomable mage with the terrifying power to instantly kill a troll! Who wins and who loses! The duel officially begins !" Karl gave an order, and in the cheers of the arena, the battle horn was blown.

Klaus was the first to move.

He crouched down, using his legs to tighten his body like a cheetah, and then slammed towards Lothar.

"Control, control." Lothar tried his best to ignore the pain in his body. The magic didn't leak too much. Dozens of ice cones formed in the air and launched towards Klaus.

"Oh! [Death] didn't summon that huge ice cube like last time! Thank him! Otherwise, the arena will be closed again today!" Carl made a loud joke, "Oh! [Blade] Klaus cut it off! Got all the ice picks! What a quick response!"

Klaus's movements were not as sensitive as humans, and at the same time, the ice pick that stabbed at him was torn apart by his claws. Lothar's attack did not slow down Klaus's dash.

"It's really troublesome." Lothar actually wanted to get rid of Klaus as he did last time, but he didn't want the violent magic to bring him the second time as painful.

"Is Udyr this kind of pain... Has great power, but can't control it." Lothar felt as if he understood his former teacher better.

Klaus is only a few steps away from Lothar, and Karl's lip service can't keep up with his speed, and soon Klaus' iron claws will be able to reach Lothar.

Lothar's eyes suddenly turned transparent ice blue, and the extremely cold wind blew in all directions with him at the center.

The front of Klaus was instantly covered with frost, and the extremely frozen ice pierced into his veins like a needle.

"Oh! Klaus was hit head-on by magic! Will he fall!"

Lothar knew he wouldn't.

Klaus was obviously frostbitten, but the movements of his hands did not slow down, and the sharp knives of both hands stabbed into Lothar's arms fiercely.

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Those who take the initiative to be liquidators are desperate lunatics, don't reason with them.

-Arena Director Carl

Chapter 142 Showdown Abnormal

"Klaus is getting close!" Karl stared intently at the fierce battle on the field, "Can the killing be resisted! He blocked it!"

An ice cube appeared out of thin air next to Lothar, which sealed his entire body with ice. Klaus' claws were deeply embedded in the ice layer, but he failed to stab Lothar.

Klaus roared like a beast. He tried to pull his claws out, but the ice had frozen his wrists and was still spreading down his arms at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Win." Lothar carefully controlled the magic in the ice. He used a little bit of real ice power, but it was enough to make the ice crystals he summoned stronger than steel, and Klaus had no chance of breaking free. .

"Admit defeat." Lothar said in the ice, and his voice was transmitted to Klaus along the ice. "You can't break free. Now you can save your life by admitting defeat."

Klaus paused for a moment, his eyes seemed hesitant, but in the next second, this hesitation turned into anger, his eyeballs were completely congested and terrifyingly red.

"Klaus is in a desperate situation! But he hasn't given up! Can Klaus create miracles!" Karl sweated when he was nervous, "Klaus is a liquidator who can create miracles, with countless victories over the weak. Don't know if he can do it again today!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Klaus screamed up to the sky, the ice had frozen his shoulders, and the pain made his roar extremely terrifying, and the audience sitting a little in the front row couldn't help covering their ears.

Lothar saw an extremely terrifying scene at close range-Klaus opened his mouth wide, tearing the corner of his mouth alive.

The wound on the corner of the mouth became bigger and bigger, spreading directly to the base of the ear, losing the support of the tendon, Klaus's jaw drooped weakly, and blood splattered all over the floor.

"This person is absolutely abnormal!" The alarm bell rang in Lothar's heart, and the intuition he cultivated in the wilderness for many years told him that danger was imminent.

"Ahhh!" Klaus's roar became extremely unpleasant because of his dislocated jaw. He stepped on the ground with his feet, and his body shook back with all his might.

scoff!

In the uproar of the entire arena, Klaus forcibly tore off his arms.

Klaus' backward thrust sent him rolling several times on the ground, his head covered in blood and sand, and only a few pitiful tendons remained in his dropped jaw.

"God! What happened? Klaus's arms were broken by the killing?" Karl was also stunned, but after all, he was the general manager who had been in charge of the arena for more than ten years. Seeing the abnormality, "No! It was Klaus who took the initiative to tear off his arms! The wolf spirit is on top! This is crazy! What does Klaus want to do!"

Lothar can see very clearly in the ice cube. He changed the shape of the ice, and the ice in front of his eyes became the shape of a convex lens. This is a little trick he saw in the last book of the Ice Mage. With the help of this technique Lothar saw the changes in Klaus clearly.

Claus is very wrong, it is impossible for humans to do the ability to survive by docking their tails like a gecko without the help of tools.

Lothar saw clearly, the blood surging from Klaus's wound.

The blood wasn't simply falling, it was squirming, boiling, bubbling, not like blood but more like... a living thing.

"This feeling..." Lothar's eyes widened. He actually felt a little familiar aura on Klaus. Although it was only a little, Lothar really felt it.

The scent of the crimson giant encountered in the Horde of Tryndamere.

Lothar felt a chill in his chest, and if he looked down, he could see the icy blue tattoo on his chest faintly glowing.

"Ahhh!" Klaus swung his body sharply, blood spurting out of the large wound on his shoulder, spilling on the ice that wrapped Lothar.

"This..." Lothar was surprised to find that the blood released by Klaus was actually corroding his own ice.

No, it's more accurate to use cannibalization rather than corrosion.

Klaus' blood is eating ice.

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Noble seat.

Klaus' crazy move that shook the entire arena caught everyone's attention, but not Elise.

She was lying comfortably on the mat, taking off her shoes, her legs stretched out. Admire her beloved Luo Si fighting while eating the precious fruits imported from Ionia.

But after Klaus ripped off his arms, Elise's good mood was immediately ruined.

Her beautiful face was full of chills, and her red eyes glanced coldly on the aristocratic seat.

"I didn't find... that hateful man..." Elise bit her thumb nail, displeasure and anger made her perfect face even more stern, "How dare you shoot at my things..."

Elise turned her gaze back to the battlefield. Not only did Klaus, who had broken his arm, not reduce his combat power at all, on the contrary, he moved even more frantically. Using both legs and teeth, he launched a fierce attack on the Ice Mage, and the effect was unexpected. It was very good, and Luo Ji was temporarily suppressed in the unbelievable eyes of the audience.

But Elise is different from those who only see the appearance. Of course, she knows that it is not Klaus's legs and teeth that really put Luo Ji into a hard fight, but his blood.

And this blood does not belong to Klaus, but another man who makes Elise extremely angry.

"Since you're going to play tricks to move my people, then I'm welcome."

Elise looked down at Klaus with gloomy eyes. She tore off the ruby ​​necklace around her neck and threw it on the ground casually.

The ruby ​​on the necklace shattered, and a small dark spider emerged from it.

"Go, little guy, bite him." Elise's jade feet lightly tapped on the little spider's head, and the little spider made a happy "squeak" sound, and climbed briskly on eight legs, about to Jump from the guardrail of the noble seat to the battlefield.

Snapped!

Before the little spider could take off, it exploded directly on the guardrail, and its body was torn apart.

Elise's eyes turned from gloomy and cold to malicious, she let go of her anger, her hands were clenched until they turned white, and her nails were deeply embedded in her flesh.

On the guardrail, the blood stains left by the little spider after it exploded were so dazzling.

The blood formed a smiley face.

"Good! Good! Good!" Elise laughed in anger, but her extreme anger calmed her down and turned back into that elegant and beautiful woman again.

Elise looked at Luo Ji with a smile, and picked up a fruit from the fruit bowl: "He is the same person as me, do you think you can kill him with these little tricks?"

Elise ate the fruit, the sweet pulp and juice filling her mouth.

She held her cheeks lazily and looked at Luo Ji with gentle eyes: "You can definitely win, if you win, I will give you a great reward..."

Elise twisted her waist a bit, her legs clamped involuntarily: "Ah... I really... hate it... I'm a little wet..."

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Noxus is a multi-ethnic and multi-cultural country. There are naturally many beliefs, but there is only one **** officially recognized by Noxus, and that is Kindred, especially the wolf spirit in Kindred. Even Noxians who don't believe in gods will often say "Wolf spirits are above" habitually.

The Noxians are extremely warlike, and the poor local resources have inspired Noxus' expansionism. Noxus has continuously expanded its armaments for hundreds of years.

The strength of the Noxian army and the national policy of the supremacy of the Noxians made them attach great importance to military merit. Every soldier fought bravely and fearlessly for the purpose of obtaining more military merit. If you die, you can let the wolf spirit take you away.

The pursuit of violent death is the pursuit of Noxians.

--Excerpt from Ezreal's "Valloran's Travels: Noxus Chapter Two: Myths and Legends"