He was about to sneak into Samira's dream.

"If only Lilia's dream dust was still in my body." Lothar thought regretfully. The power of that deer is the power of dreams. With Mengchen in Lothar, there is no need to spy on other people's dreams.

Lothar closed his eyes and began to receive what the little ghost saw.

The heat, the sand, the crowds, the clamor of hawking.

Samira's dream begins in a bustling marketplace in Shurima.

Lothar turned into a passerby in the market. He looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, and then looked at a place in front of him where many people gathered.

"Don't miss it when you pass by! Shurima's best acrobatics! Shurima's best acrobatics!" A loud shout broke through the din of the crowd.

"Is someone performing an art?" Losar stepped into the crowd and came to the front of the crowd.

He saw a family of three who were performing.

A strong man stretched his arms to show the audience his toned muscles. He was picking up a piece of honeydew melon and bursting it with his armpit. The dripping juice attracted several cats and dogs to come and lick it. .

A beautiful and generous bronze-skinned woman, wearing a Shurima characteristic gauze dress and gold pendants, is dancing a moving belly dance, her waist and buttocks are flexibly twisting like a snake, and her posture not only attracts men , even women are fascinated by her.

However, what Lothar paid attention to was a little girl between the two.

The little girl looked only about thirteen or fourteen years old, with the same black hair as his father and the beautiful complexion of her mother, but she was neither showing her father's muscles nor dancing with her mother, she was doing a fairly Dangerous acrobatics - swallow fire.

The little girl put the flaming torch into her mouth, swallowed it in one bite, and stuck her neck in pain amid the exclamations of the crowd, but her pained expression soon turned into naughty, the pain just now was nothing more than Teasing the audience, she puffed out her lips, and a mouthful of fire was sprayed into the sky by her, winning bursts of applause and coins constantly thrown at her feet.

Lothar stared at the little girl who happily picked up the money on the ground: "This is Samila when I was a child... She's pretty cute."

Lothar saw a younger child sneaking into the field, also trying to pick up the money on the ground.

"Hey! Brat! That's the money we made!" Samira was barefoot, a sliding shovel raised the sand on the ground, tripped the kid who stole the money to the ground, and then grabbed his collar and started ruthlessly. Slapped him hard and slapped the child into a pig's head in two strokes, all of which took only three breaths to complete, and Samira's movements were frighteningly fast even by adult standards.

"Well, I was wrong, Samira was not very cute when she was a child." Lothar looked at Samira's beating with a funny look.

"Samilla!" The beautiful woman who was dancing stopped dancing, strode over to Samira, grabbed her ears, and dragged her away from the child.

The child who was beaten so badly didn't dare to steal the money, and fled into the crowd in a dog-crawling posture, never to be seen again.

"Everyone!" Shamira's father announced loudly. "This is the end of today's performance! Welcome everyone to join us tomorrow! It's the same place!"

People dispersed, Samira's mother half-kneeled in front of her and wiped the sweat from her forehead for Samira: "Didn't I tell you, don't beat people at every turn, it will be hard to deal with in case of trouble. "

Samira pouted disdainfully: "He stole our money! Beating him is cheap!"

"Well done, my little princess." Samira's father picked Samira up and gave her a hard kiss on the cheek.

"Oops! Dad, your beard is so hard!" Samira scolded her father with a smile.

"Husband!" Samira's mother said angrily at her husband, akimbo, "Don't get used to her in everything! You'll spoil her!"

"I'm just such a precious daughter, and I don't spoil her." Samira's father put his daughter on the neck, "Why did you make a good profit today, I'll bring you a good meal tonight!"

Samira's eyes lit up: "I want to eat raw beef!"

"Okay!" Samira's father circled the ground, making Samira, who was sitting on his neck, giggling.

"Really." Samira's mother looked at her husband and daughter helplessly, with a smile on her face, "You can only eat half a catty. If you eat too much meat, you will get fat."

"Know it!"

The family of three happily packed up the performance props and walked to the other direction of the city.

"What about a happy family." Lothar thought to himself, he didn't intervene, this was just Samira's dream, even if he ran to talk to Samira in the dream now, it would be meaningless.

Before the Samira family had stepped out of Lothar's sight, the surrounding environment suddenly changed dramatically.

Lothar watched all this calmly. Dreams are the feedback and reappearance of people's real experiences. It is not surprising that anything happens.

It was the same city, the same scorching sun and yellow sand. The only difference was that the liveliness and peace of the past no longer existed. Instead, **** slaughter and sacrifices took place.

"Dedicated to our great ancestor! Xerath!" A group of fully-armed fanatics set up a witchcraft altar in the center of the city. They kept forcibly dragging the residents onto the altar, using blue witchcraft fire Burn them to ashes.

"Xerath..." Lothar frowned upon hearing the name.

Lothar looked around, Samira was the main body of this dream, and Samira must be present in all the scenes in the dream.

Sure enough, Lothar soon found Samira's family of three.

They hugged each other, father and mother holding Sharmila in their arms, kneeling in the square like the rest of the residents, watched over by the armed thugs, whose trembling bodies could be clearly seen.

No, not everyone is shaking.

Samira didn't tremble, she didn't cry or sob like other little children, and she didn't hide her face in her parents' arms to escape reality.

Her eyes were fixed on the savage ritual going on on the altar, one innocent civilian after another being burned to ashes by the fire of witchcraft.

Samira's eyes were full of anger, and the anger was worse than the fire of blue witchcraft, and soon everything in the dream was burned up.

"Now I know why she hates magic stick wizards so much." Lothar let himself be swallowed up by Samira's anger, thinking.

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All gods must die!

—Samilla

Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-Six Died of Love (two chapters in one

Samira's anger engulfed her entire dream and dyed the whole city red. Lothar saw that Samira's body was growing rapidly, from that little girl to a girl with two guns and a big sword on her back. athletic female mercenary.

"Go to hell!" Samira rushed out of her parents' arms, her dual guns erupted with loud gunshots and dazzling gunfire, and countless bullets were shot at those witchcraft thugs, and one after another The blue flames also began to fight back against Samira.

Samira's fighting style can only be described as "sturdy". She didn't hide from the flames at all, but drew a big sword from behind and cut off the flames that shot at her. She was clearly not wearing any heavy weapons. The armor, but it didn't care that he was injured and launched a straight-line dash to the enemy.

Lothar watched the confrontation between Samira and the witchcraft thugs. This content obviously cannot be Samira's own memory. When these witchcraft thugs attacked the city, Samira was just a little girl. The reason why Mira fought in the dream was because it was her dream, and her unwillingness and anger made her dream self invincible, taking revenge on the enemies who destroyed her homeland.

"It's not quite right..." Lothar thought to himself, Samira had already smashed into the crowd of witchcraft thugs, and the pistols and swords were efficiently harvesting their lives, although Samira was also injured. , but she became more and more brave, the injury not only did not slow her down, but also inspired her blood.

"It's really a female version of Olaf..." Lothar was a little ashamed. Although Samira showed superb physical skills, which was different from Olaf's kind of berserker who would only act recklessly, but Samira's fighting style On the contrary, it is surprisingly similar to Olaf, both of which are extremely ruthless and fierce.

Samira rushed all the way to the altar, and a wizard summoned a huge magic elemental body to stop her. The blue magic elemental body was burning with witchcraft flames that were unbearable for ordinary people. It stretched out a big hand and pressed Sha Mira, just touch this mortal, and it can wipe it out.

Facing the monster beyond her imagination, Samira was not afraid at all. She threw the two spears into the sky, and then pulled out the big sword on her back. There was a mechanism, and I saw her jumping up with a movement that was difficult for ordinary people to do. The angle of the great sword was quite vicious and slashed into the arm of the sorcerer elemental body. At the same time, she pulled the trigger on the hilt of the great sword.

"boom!"

The flame of the explosion exploded on the elemental body, and the powerful impact directly destroyed the magical structure of the elemental body, and the element dissipated in the air again.

"That's... black powder." Lothar saw the secret that Samira's great sword could trigger the explosion. "What a madman to put that kind of unstable explosive in the weapon..."

Noxus' black powder is very famous. It is a high-grade gunpowder widely used by the Noxian army in wars. Its power is several times stronger than ordinary gunpowder, but it is very difficult to store stably. For every thousand enemies that Noxus killed with black powder, he had to kill one or two hundred of them first, so only Noxus, the war-mad country, dared to use it.

The huge explosion knocked Samira into the sky, but it didn't disrupt her dexterous movements. When the explosion occurred, she turned the sword sideways, and used the thick and wide side of the big sword to resist the explosion. Flames and shocks, and leaped into the air with the shock wave of the explosion, accurately catching the double guns thrown into the sky just now.

Samira stood upside down in the air, her arms spread downward, her body kept spinning and her guns fired in unison. The bullets mercilessly fell on the heads of the thugs like a torrential rain, and one life was lost in Samira's hands.

"Amazing..." Lothar wanted to applaud Samira. Such agile posture, exquisite swordsmanship and spear fighting skills, and madman-like skills in using black powder, even though Samira was a mortal, it was enough to make her Lothar was included in the category of "strong", "Unfortunately this is in a dream, I look forward to seeing her fighting in reality..."

All the thugs were killed by Shamira, she fell to the ground, stepping on the corpse of a thug under her boots, and the ashes of countless innocent people who had been burned, she gasped, and sweat dripped from her forehead fall.

Lothar looked at Samira silently. Although she had won, there was no lightness or smugness on her face, as if she could not perceive the joy of revenge.

No, it was Samira's joy that was suppressed by another, stronger emotion.

Samira turned back slowly, and she saw that all the people under the altar were looking at her.

The residents she knew were all expressionless, staring at her like a corpse.

"Why didn't you save us earlier?" They said in unison, their voices so neat that it seemed like only one person was speaking.

"I..." Samira looked at her hands in confusion. Her hands that clenched her guns were covered with wounds and calluses, which was proof of her years of fighting.

"Why didn't you save us earlier?" the crowd said again.

Samira raised her head sharply, she was horrified to see the blue witch flames ignited on the residents one by one, and the brown skin of the sand people was burnt black little by little.

"Why didn't you save us earlier!" The voice of the crowd no longer sounded like a human voice, but more like the roar of some hoarse monster, and the crowd with flames on their bodies swarmed towards Samira like crazy come.

"Don't come here!" Samira shot at them, forcing back one after another, and beating them into mutilated limbs. Her marksmanship is so good that even changing bullets is done in an instant, and the crowd can't rush at all. Go to the altar.

"Enough! Samira!" The two pushed through the crowd and rushed to the altar.

Samira stopped the fire immediately. She widened her eyes and looked at the two people in front of her: "Dad...Mom..."

"Enough, Samira..." Samira's mother embraced Samira in her arms. There was no flame on her body, and Samira felt the familiar warmth in her mother's arms, "You don't have to fight anymore... It's all over... I'm sorry... Mom and Dad couldn't let you live a stable and happy life..."

Samira's father stood in front of his wife and daughter and called off the people who rushed up: "Let us go! We just want to live in peace! Samira is just a child!"

"Child" Samira suddenly felt extremely heavy on her hands. The guns in her hands fell directly to the ground. Samira looked at her hands in surprise. Those rough hands covered with scars and calluses became small. and soft.

Samira looked at her mother, and in her mother's pure eyes, her childhood appearance was reflected.

"Mom," Samira murmured.

"Good...my daughter..." Samila's mother patted her back and kissed her on the forehead, "good...everything will be fine...Let's get out of here and live happily in a quiet, peaceful place …”

"Quiet...peace..." Samira's pupils were trembling, her mother's words made her irresistible, but there was always a strong resistance in her heart, and she wanted to rush out of her mother's arms.

"Good...Samilla..." Samila's mother hugged her daughter tightly, "Good...Samilla..."

Behind Samira, where she couldn't see, her mother's warm arms suddenly deformed, becoming sharp and sharp.

turned into a pair of sharp knives.

"Wake up!" In reality, Lothar, who was standing beside the sleeping Samira, suddenly opened his eyes. He suddenly pulled the little ghost out of his head in the desert and slapped Samira **** the forehead. .

"Ah!" Samira was awakened, and when she saw Lothar, she drew her gun directly and pressed it against Lothar's chin, "What the **** are you doing!"

"It's really the female version of Olaf..." Lothar muttered, "Even the swear words look exactly the same."

"I still want to ask you what you are doing." Lothar's expression was calm, as if he didn't see a pistol against him, "You fell asleep and shouted suddenly, I woke you up, you Is it a nightmare?"

"Nightmare" Samira was stunned for a moment. She suddenly felt the coldness behind her. When she touched her back with her backhand, she found that it was soaked with cold sweat.

Samira glared at Lothar in distrust, and finally put the gun down slowly: "I seem to be having a nightmare..."

Lothar looked back, and Talon, who was standing against the wall, woke up at the moment, staring at them.

At this time, Darius' door was also pushed open, and Darius came out with a blank expression: "It's so noisy early in the morning."

"Good morning, Darius." Lothar looked at the dimly lit sky outside the window, "Waking up so early and wearing such thick armor."

"The Trifali Legion has morning exercises every morning to temper the will of the soldiers." Darius explained lukewarmly, "You don't have to come to protect me, the commander told me that the killer can only assassinate me at night. , I also think that no one has the courage to kill me in broad daylight, you can go wherever you want during the day, and in short, don't follow me."

After speaking, without giving Lothar and the others a chance to ask a few more questions, Darius strode away.

"It seems that we are indeed hated." Lothar shrugged helplessly.

"Humph!" Samira kicked off the blanket, got off the sofa, and sneered at Lothar, "You are the only one who is hated. I am not hated by [Hand of Noxus]."

"I really don't know where your confidence comes from." Lothar responded casually to Samira, then looked at Tyrone, "Did you sleep well last night? Did you have any nightmares?"

"I did." Tai Long said very honestly, but judging from his calm expression, it didn't look like he didn't sleep well.

"You did too" Samira frowned.

"Well." Tyrone said.

"What have you done"

"…"

Seeing that Tyrone didn't want to answer, Lothar smiled and said, "It seems that the only one who didn't have a nightmare last night was me who didn't sleep."

"It's really a nightmare to assassinate Marshal Darius," Talon asked.

"Didn't you all experience it?" Lothar said to the two of them, "Do you think it's a coincidence that you both had nightmares at the same time?"

"Who knows if it's you who did it?" Samira raised her gun again and said to Lothar's face, "Studyingly standing beside me while I was sleeping, maybe it's you, the magician. What the hell."

"Don't talk nonsense." Lothar blocked Samira's muzzle with his palm, "If I came to kill Darius, wouldn't it mean that Commander Swain wanted to kill him? So I am the most There can be no suspicion."

Samira looked at Lothar playfully, and then made a gesture that she would keep staring at him: "If you show any flaws, I will definitely shoot you without hesitation."

"Whatever." Lothar said indifferently. Through Samira's dream, he already knew why this woman hated the gods, but Lothar had no interest in trying to please her.

"If it's as you said, the assassination of Marshal Darius was a nightmare." Tyrone walked over and asked Lothar, "Then why didn't you ask him if he had a nightmare?"

"It must have been done." Rosa said, he clearly felt that the breath of life on Darius was a little dimmer than yesterday. Although it was invisible on the surface, Darius definitely didn't sleep well last night, and he was Seriously didn't sleep well.

"How do you know?" Samira asked.

"I just know." Lothar didn't bother to explain. With Samira's disgust for him, Lothar explained that she probably wouldn't believe it.

"Cut..." Samira walked to the sofa disdainfully and packed her things.

"Where are you going?" Lothar asked.

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