Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"Crazy or not, at least we are temporary comrades now." Garen reminded his teammates to concentrate on the battle.

"How long do we have to wait?" Rodion asked breathlessly. Although Olaf's appearance eased the tense battle, the number of Nightmare Legions still showed no sign of decreasing.

"Watch until Lux..." Galen looked at Olaf's **** back, hesitated, and continued, "And that kid named Rorschach is back, we can only trust them now."

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Lux held up her cane, the light from the tip acting as a lantern of illumination.

I don't know if it was because she was too tired, or because the shadows in the open space were too deep and rich, the light from the walking stick could barely illuminate a small area, and the visibility was only seven or eight meters.

Lothar's eyes were full of golden light, and Lux ​​kept injecting magic power into his body, so that he could see more clearly.

"We seem to be almost there." Lothar looked straight ahead and said to Lux on his back.

Foss Ian's tomb is not luxurious at all, it is just a small hill covered with weeds, and the weeds grow recklessly, almost covering the entire tomb. At the head of the tomb was a huge stone tablet engraved with a tribute to the exploits of Ian Crownguard of Foss, but the stone slab was also broken and decayed, covered with cracks and moss, and a corner was missing. A simple cairn was piled with stones at the top of the tomb bag, and black smoke floated on it.

"Did you say your grandfather hid a magic weapon or something in his grave?" Lothar recalled something, and suddenly he asked with a faint phantom pain in the missing right arm.

"Ha" Lux was stunned, "what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, when I didn't say it." Lothar shook his head, and then turned his eyes to a person standing in front of the stone tablet.

With his back to them, the man was not tall, very thin, and looked like a little boy no more than eight or nine years old. The clothes on his body looked like they were of good quality, but now they were tattered and covered with dirt and leaves. Said to be standing, but he was actually standing and floating in the air, barefoot off the ground.

"No wonder he couldn't find any trace of him leaving his home. It turned out to be floating out." A doubt in Lothar's heart was resolved.

Lux called the little boy softly: "Is that you, Luca?"

The little boy did not answer.

Lux was a little frightened, and continued: "Luca, your mother Giselle asked us to pick you up home."

The little boy shook his shoulders gently: "go home"

Lux nodded: "Well, go home, Luca."

Luca turned around and faced them.

Lothar and Lux ​​breathed a breath of cold air at the same time, shuddering.

The little boy's eyes were expressionless, he couldn't see the whites of his eyes, and his whole eyes were pitch black.

He was smiling at Lothar and Lux, with a cruel arc at the corners of his mouth.

"But I don't want to go home." Luca chuckled, "and I'm not Luca anymore."

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I shall die not forgetting the berserkers of the Freljord.

They are like monsters that can't be hacked to death, with infinite power. If the head doesn't fall off and the chest doesn't wear out, it will never die. Even if their arms or legs are cut off, they can continue to fight on their stumps.

In conclusion, what I'm trying to say is that if you see a group of Freljord warriors on the battlefield with horribly blushes, run as far away as possible and let the artillery and archers deal with them. Trust me, even if you're covered in armor, these lunatics can rip a meat or two off you.

—Excerpt from the autobiography of a retired Noxian veteran

Chapter 66 The Devil

A chill came to Lux's heart. She could feel the magical energy rippling from the little boy. It was pure darkness. The power of nightmares was being nurtured in him, growing quietly, just waiting to break out of the ground.

The light inside Lux was frantically telling her to run away, away from the little boy. She felt like a weak star in the endless night, unable to dispel all the darkness at all. If she didn't run away, she could only be swallowed by it.

Lux's magic was polluted by the power of the little boy, and she felt even weaker, her arms hanging around Lothar's neck like a weeping willow. Lux pressed against Lothar's body hard, which would reassure her.

Lothar also felt extremely uncomfortable. The ominous aura on the little boy made his hair stand on end, and his whole body seemed to be filled with lead, making it difficult to continue to approach him.

"Who the **** are you?" Lux asked.

"Do you know a woman named Evelyn?" Lothar added.

The smile on Luca's face grew wider and wider, and even split the corners of his mouth, and blood flowed down his chin: "Evelyn told you her name, it's been a long time since I heard it. , is she okay?"

Lothar and Lux ​​were shocked—the monster recognized Evelyn.

Luca took a deep breath and smiled even more exaggeratedly. The corner of his mouth even reached the root of his ear: "It's interesting, you all have Evelyn's mark on your body, and you are her predetermined prey."

"What's up with the tagging?" Lothar asked.

Luca didn't answer Lothar's words: "Both of you are Evelyn's favorite prey. It seems that she has a good appetite and will stock up on food. No wonder she is so active recently. I can feel countless things about her while lying here. The nightmare. But she's really bad luck, you have to be enjoyed by me first."

Lothar frowned: "What does this devil mean, Evelyn is very active, we have been stocked by her"

"Luca, wake up!" Lux tried to awaken the little boy's mind and let him get rid of the control of the monster in his body, "This is not you!"

"It's not me, who do you think I am?"

"The demon in the grave!" Lux said, "You are the legendary demon who was killed and sealed by Foss Ian."

"I'm not dead." Luca's smile has been exaggerated to the point of distortion, and his entire face has been deformed. "I'm just sleeping, healing, recovering, and waiting for a chance to recover."

"Your chance is Luca," Lux said with anger, "You found a child with a gift for magic and possessed him! The child is innocent!"

Luca laughed: "This child is afraid, he is afraid that his magical talent will be discovered, and he will be expelled or killed by this country called Demacia. He has nightmares every night, and he keeps crying. The taste of tears is like a spring, which wakes me up from my slumber. I put him to sleep so that I can taste everything about him, although his magic is weak, but his fear is full, every nightmare is fresh, for For a hungry me, it's already a warm welcome."

Lothar felt Lux trembling on her back, out of anger and fear.

"What about you, little girl?" Luca threw the pebble with one hand, staring straight at Lux with all black eyes, "Compared with this child, the gap between your magic is like a vigorous stove and insignificant embers. So powerful. What would happen to you if your magical talent was exposed in Demacia?"

Lothar heard the shadows around him hissing, as if something was hiding in the shadows, surrounding them and cutting them off.

"Nightmare monster?" Lothar felt the weight of a knife hidden in his pocket. Although it might be just a meaningless struggle, he also needed to fight at a critical moment.

Lux seemed to be dragged into the quagmire by Luca's words, and her mind kept flashing about her exposure to magic—she would definitely be kicked out of Demacia, even if she was the daughter of the Crownguard.

The prohibition of demons is an iron law of Demacia, and no one can break it.

"Luca, please." Lux said with difficulty, the nightmare had been implanted in her mind, and she had to do her best not to fall into it, "You have to resist him and not be used by him."

"Luka can't hear you." The little boy smiled cruelly, holding a small stone in his hand and swiping at Lux's forehead, "It seems that you don't have enough nightmares in your head, I should use a stone Smash your head and dig up more nightmares."

A new nightmare flashed into Lux's mind—the nightmare of Rorschach leaving Demacia and never coming back.

The little boy turned his attention to Lothar: "It's so interesting that you love him, no wonder Evelyn has a crush on you."

"Stop talking..." Lux grabbed Lothar's shoulders, fear, shame and sadness almost overwhelmed her, only the light in her body was still desperately protecting her.

"Ass, don't be frightened by him!" Lothar found that Lux on his back was as soft as mud at this time, and the breathing beside his ear was extraordinarily weak, "It's just some nightmares! It's all fake!"

"The dream is indeed false." Luca tasted Lux's fear, and seemed to be intoxicated, "but the fear in her heart is real, she is afraid that the secret of being a mage will be discovered, and she is afraid that you will leave her side, really Cute, isn't it?"

Lothar glared at Luka: "Do you know what a guy like you who only plays with people's hearts is called in the Freljord? Rotten heart!"

Luca sneered at Lothar: "I can do more than play with people's hearts, little guy. But let me taste your nightmares first."

Luca pointed the pebble at Lothar's forehead.

"Ass! Wake up!" Lothar shouted hastily, and if he too fell into a nightmare, all his efforts would be in vain.

In a panic, Lothar only had one arm to use, so he grabbed Lux's **** with his hands.

"Ah!" The strong tactile sensation from her private part made Lux suddenly straighten up, and she broke free from the shackles of the nightmare in an instant, her face blushing like the rising sun.

"Well" Luca looked a little surprised, as if he didn't expect Lux to escape the nightmare.

"You're going to hit me with a full head bag and I'll talk about it later!" Lothar rushed to Luca with Lux on his back, "It's up to you!"

Lux also reacted immediately, temporarily suppressed the shame and anger in her heart, invoked magic, and formed a spherical light curtain to protect them.

"Stupid resistance." Luca snorted coldly, and countless nightmare monsters lurking in the shadows rushed towards them.

I don't know if it was because they were so close to the source that these nightmare monsters did not completely dissipate when they hit the light curtain, but were just thrown out, and then rammed into the light curtain one after another, and the color of the light curtain also became more and more. dimmer.

Lux mobilized all the magic in her body to continuously fill the light curtain. If the light curtain was broken, they would be torn to shreds in an instant.

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There are all kinds of demon legends circulating all over the world in Valoran, such as the seductive seductive woman, the crazy murderous clown, the source of nightmares hidden in the shadows, the lord of the river who lured people into traps, brought the crowd. Crows and Scarecrows of Fear and more.

It is difficult to judge the authenticity of these folklore, because some of the rumors are so outrageous that one wonders if they are made up, or if they are the work of some magician. But in general, most of these folklore are similar and vague, and no scholar is currently interested in traveling all over Runeterra to organize them into volumes.

—Excerpt from a lecture by a professor of folklore at Piltover University

Chapter 67 Rescue

Lothar moved with heavy steps, advancing step by step on the muddy ground. The pressure of nightmares was accumulating on him. Lothar felt that every inch of his skin was extremely heavy, and he wished he could just fall to the ground and fall asleep.

The distance between him and Luka was only a dozen or so steps, but each step was as long as an hour.

"Why struggle?" Luca smiled grimly, "I'm just showing you what you're afraid of."

The pain burned in the chests of Lothar and Lux, and the vision appeared in front of them, as if their whole body was on fire, and the pain spread to the internal organs in an instant.

Lothar nearly fell to his knees, his toes gripping the ground, blood oozing from his shoes, but he continued to walk.

Lux's magic gradually began to be overdrawn. In order to support the light curtain to cope with the tireless attacks of the nightmare creatures, Lux had begun to lose consciousness, and blood flowed from her mouth and nose.

Both Lothar and Lux ​​knew that the person they were relying on had not given up, so they couldn't say anything to fall.

Luca frowned and looked at the two people who were approaching him step by step: "Stupid mortal and mage."

He didn't step back, as if he decided that Lothar and Lux ​​couldn't hold out until they came to him, he just watched coldly, waiting for the scene when they collapsed and were swallowed by the nightmare creatures.

But that scene never came.

Lothar spat out a mouthful of bruised blood and walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The light on Lux's cane was getting weaker and weaker, but it never went out.

Luca's expression became more and more ugly, and his face was so distorted that it was almost impossible to distinguish his facial features.

Losar is only three steps away from Lucca.

Luca moved, he was backing away.

Lothar moved suddenly, he bent down, and with one hand, he used all his strength, supported Lux's butt, and threw her forward.

The distance of three steps is so short that it only takes an instant.

A look of shock appeared on Luca's face. He hurriedly wanted to fly backwards, but Lux, who was thrown by Lothar forcefully, didn't need to do anything to reach him.

The golden crown on the tip of the cane lightly touched Luca's cheek.

The contact time was very short, but it was enough.

Lux poured all her light into Luca's body, and the fiery brightness burst out in his eyes.

"Ah ah ah ah!" Luka burst into a harsh roar, and the monster in his body loosened slightly from his attachment to his body.

An incandescent flame ignited on him, the intense light dispelled all shadows, the nightmare creatures and the night disappeared one after another, and in the end, the light was so intense that Lothar couldn't see anything.

But Lux can still see clearly, to be precise, she can perceive the magic in Luca's body.

The evil dark energy was suppressed by the light, and Lux ​​found a faint magical aura, which should belong to Luca himself.

Lux could feel a little boy sitting on the ground, hugging his knees, crying helplessly.

He raised his head, his eyes were hazy with tears, his face lost the hideousness of a monster, but replaced by the innocence and fear that belonged to a child: "I'm afraid..."

Lux said gently: "Don't be afraid, Luca, nightmares can't defeat you."

"can you help me?"

"Of course, but you have to go back with me."

"But I'm afraid..."

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Lux said, "I know you're afraid that people will know your ability, that kind of hesitation and fear, my sister and I have experienced it... Maybe even now."

Lux went to Luca's side and smiled: "But there's nothing to be afraid of, the magic in your body is neither evil nor terrifying, it's just your ability, just like you can make wooden toys yourself, You just need to master it proficiently, and I can help you."

"Really?"

"real."

"you promise?"

"I promise."

Lothar crawled forward with difficulty on one arm, a delicate hand wrapped around him.

"What happened?" Lothar asked.

"Luka is a very strong child." Lux took Lothar's hand, which was scarred and calloused, but more comfortable than silk. "He will overcome it."

The surrounding light expands again, bright beyond imagination, Luca's magical power is stripping away the darkness, the black gas disappears, and the whereabouts are unknown.

Then the light faded, and Lux ​​saw the empty field in her memory, the same as it was many years ago. Grass, hills, cairns, and slates still record the deeds of Fossian. The power of darkness is gone, and the distorted forest has returned to normal. The branches that had been ghosted just now turned back into ordinary bushes, and the night sky also showed a midnight blue, sprinkled with stars, and echoed in the canopy of the forest. The chirping of nocturnal birds.