Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Dear Ranger Corps Commander:

I am Lestara Bouvier, head of the Bouvier family.

I wrote to you hastily because I heard that you rejected the application of a girl named Quinn to join the army.

You may be surprised that I am writing to you for a commoner girl, but what I want to say to you is that Quinn is a brave, strong Demacian daughter. She and her brother had rescued me from the horns and claws of the flesh-toothed beast, and many of the Bouviers, whose Caleb had just died.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not recommending Quinn out of sheer guilt. Rather, I understand Quinn's abilities. She is still young, and her abilities surpass those of many warriors who work in my family. She is bound to be a good Demacian soldier in the future.

I'm willing to vouch for her in my name that as long as you can get her to join the Rangers, within ten years, she'll be able to make enough for her to become a lieutenant commander.

Please give her a chance, a girl who has lost her brother, a chance to serve her country with the qualities of loyalty, perseverance, sacrifice and fearlessness.

—Lestara Bouvier, Patriarch of the Bouvier Family

Chapter 125 Dead Corpse

Rat Assassin Guild.

The president looked at his wallet painfully. He spent a lot of money to buy the upper room of the best hotel in their town, and temporarily bought two maids, all to meet Katerina's requirements.

The most troublesome thing is the white sand incense. This is the first time the president heard the name today. He had to break his leg before he found a little bit at a traveling merchant. His face twitched for an hour.

In addition, in order to save his life with Katerina, the president deliberately went to the brothel to exercise continuously for an afternoon, until there was no more evil thoughts in his mind.

Everything was ready, and the president didn't sleep all night, sitting in the guild in an uneasy mood, waiting for Katerina to come back.

After the clock struck six times, the figure of the beautiful girl finally appeared at the gate of the guild.

The president hurriedly put on a smile and trotted towards the girl: "Miss Katerina, how is the battle today? I have prepared everything you ordered, just wait..."

The president suddenly stopped because he saw Katarina carrying something on her shoulders.

one person.

"This is..." the president asked cautiously.

"Dead man." Katerina said coldly.

The president hurriedly silenced, and he could hear from Katerina's tone—she was in a bad mood.

Katerina said directly: "Take me to the room prepared for me, the servant is no longer needed, I will be alone tonight."

"Yes yes yes." The guild leader nodded and said, "If the corpse is left here, it's fine. There are people in the guild who specialize in dealing with corpses."

"No need." Katarina kicked the president, "Lead the way."

The president strangely walked in front and led the way. After bringing Katarina to the hotel room, she slammed the door directly, walked in with only the corpse, and locked it.

"This... deliberately brought a corpse back to the room..." The president couldn't help thinking, "This lady won't have a necrophilia..."

The president shuddered, no matter what kind of strange hobbies such a big man has, he is not something he can ask.

The president was suddenly envious of the corpse. Although he was dead, being able to sleep with a beautiful woman like Katerina might be worth it. The chest, the slender waist, the beautiful buttocks, the beautiful legs, And those red lips. This is still Katerina's age, if you give her a few more years of growth...

The president's lower body seemed to have a tendency to raise his head. He hurriedly covered his crotch and fled the hotel in a panic.

…

Katarina laid the body flat on the bed.

There was white sand incense in the air. It was Katarina's favorite incense. She fell in love with it when she and her family lived in Shurima, but now, all her attention was on the bed. on the corpse.

From the appearance, it is a young boy, about the same age as Katerina. The appearance is not outstanding, it can only be said to be ordinary, the skin is white and yellowish, the hair is short and black, and there is an ice blue wing tattoo on the chest.

From the looks of it, it looks like...

"Ionian." Katarina pinched her chin and thought, "An Ionian mage, two Demacians with a complicated identity, how did they get together? They came to Noxus. for what"

Katerina took off all the boy's clothes and carefully inspected every place on the boy's body. She checked the clothes, the mouth, and even the anus. As an assassin, she knew that these places were the best places to hide things. .

But Katarina found nothing, no valuable clues about the boy.

The remaining clues are only the corpse itself.

Katerina recalled the hoarfrost that engulfed her. The severe cold made her almost unable to move, and it was not until half an hour later that she slowly recovered.

The forest was covered in hoarfrost for miles around, and in Katarina's memory, even the most powerful mage in the Noxian army couldn't do a single magic that could affect such a large area.

"Who the **** are you?" Katarina was puzzled, this boy must be a powerful mage, so powerful that Katarina has only seen it in her life, but she killed such a powerful mage at will, which made Katerina a little bit Can't believe it.

Katerina has confirmed many times that the boy's heart has stopped, his body is extremely cold, and he is completely dead.

"Oh... Forget it, let him take a look when he comes over." Katarina temporarily gave up the idea of ​​figuring out the identity of a teenager, letting the living die is her specialty, but letting the dead talk is really not her specialty.

Katarina looked at the tub on the side of the room, under which was a smoldering charcoal basin, keeping the hot water warm.

Katerina planned to take a bath first. Today, she was fighting the eagle again, and was attacked by the frost again. She was a little tired after a day of strange things and needed to relax.

Katarina put the blade on the cabinet and took off her bra and leather pants. Katerina's body is slender yet plump. She has not a trace of fat on her body after special assassin training, and her waist is so thin that it seems that it will break when touched, but in fact it contains a lot of core strength. As a woman, Katarina did not drop a single spot that should bulge. Without the restraint of the leather jacket, Katarina could make those elastic soft fats sway charming waves just by walking.

Although Katerina is still a year or two away from adulthood and has not yet fully developed, her figure is enough to make all men lose their minds.

It's a pity that there are only her and a corpse in this room now, and no one can enjoy this beautiful scenery.

Katerina shook her long hair and jumped into the tub deftly without splashing at all.

On the bed, the boy's body was motionless.

…

Lothar felt cold.

Lothar felt hot.

Two contradictory feelings appeared in him at the same time.

The cold caused him pain, but the heat tickled him.

"I'm not dead" Lothar immersed himself in this wonderful feeling.

The source of the cold is the cold air in his body. These cold air does not belong to him. It is equivalent to forcibly stuffing a piece of pure ice in his body, which can only destroy his body.

The source of the heat came from Lothar himself, or more precisely, his blood.

His blood was hot.

Where the heat came from Lothar did not know, but he knew that the heat was fighting the cold.

Lothar's wounds were itching more and more as his blood healed himself.

"It's amazing." Lothar didn't know whether to be happy or worried about the changes in his body, but for now, the results were good.

He survived again.

Now that I think about it, maybe his right arm that suddenly regrew is related to the mysterious heat in this body.

Lothar's heart began to beat, his pulse began to recover, and the wound on his body, although his body temperature was colder than ice due to the cold, all his vital signs had returned.

Lothar opened his eyes.

The pain of being pierced by the blade has all disappeared, and he is lying comfortably on a bed, which is very good, except that it is still cold as always.

Lothar took a light breath through his nose. There was a touch of incense in the air, as well as the scent of a woman's body.

And that taste doesn't belong to Quinn, and it doesn't belong to Lestara.

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Corpses are the cutest and cutest things in the world.

— Noxian Assassin Sayings

Chapter 126 Fighting

Lothar's ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of water, and the sound of skin rubbing.

"A woman, taking a bath." Lothar glanced slightly to the side. The decoration of the room was relatively delicate. An incense burner was slowly burning light smoke, and a ceiling oil lamp was emitting dim light. At first glance, he was not an ordinary person. Affordable.

But what caught Lothar's attention the most was the clothes on the cabinet and the various knives that were placed with them.

Lothar moved his body slightly without making any sound.

In the wilds of the Freljord, how to not let the sound of stepping on the snow expose yourself when walking is a compulsory course for every hunter.

Lothar, sharing all fours, crawled out of bed as silently as a nimble spider.

He stood up slowly, and on the other side of the room, with her back to him, a red-haired woman was soaking in the steaming tub, still humming a tune that Lothar had never heard before.

Lothar walked slowly towards the woman.

The woman didn't seem to notice that Lothar was behind her, leaning on the edge of the tub and wiping her white body with a towel, the perfect back curve was exposed in front of Lothar.

But Lothar isn't in the mood to be a lecher now.

He walked three steps behind the woman, and with just a slight leap forward, he could subdue the woman.

No one or beast would expose the back to the enemy, which would be an absolute disadvantage.

"She probably thought I was dead, so she took it lightly..." Lothar stretched out his hands slowly.

Lothar suddenly saw something.

His reflection was revealed on the clear water in the tub.

Dead silence.

The room was dead silent.

The dead silence only lasted for a moment, Lothar did not hesitate at all, and grabbed the woman's neck with both hands in a pincer-like shape.

The bright red hair suddenly came out of the water, and the hot flesh jumped out with the hot water.

Lothar's hand was an inch from the woman's body.

At the same time, he also saw a hilt in the woman's hand, and a sharp edge popped out from the hilt.

scoff!

A flying knife stained with water drops stabbed into Lothar's right eye, and the blade completely sank into his head.

The pain came from the wound, and Lothar's hand couldn't take a step forward, and he fell back, in a pool of blood.

The red-haired woman fell from the air, turned around beautifully, and sat on the edge of the bathtub, her slender legs were raised, and the scenery between those legs was looming.

"What a pity." The girl shook her wet hair and showed her beautiful frontal body in front of Lothar, speaking Noxian, "It's impolite to disturb a girl's bath. ."

Lothar was unresponsive, lying on the ground, unable to rest his eyes.

"Aren't you surprised why I still bring a knife when I take a shower?" The girl jumped out of the tub with a smile, stepped on Lothar's stomach with bare feet, squatted down with her knees in her arms, and gently pressed her fingers on the On the hilt of the throwing knife in Lothar's head, "As an assassin, I will never be unarmed. I really want to thank my parents for raising me into a daughter. It is a lot more convenient to hide the knife in this way. Well, say that. You can't hear it. It's a pity that I finally got to see the beautiful Katarina taking a bath. She died like this. She must be unwilling to die. I'm afraid that only the wolf spirit will come when Qian Jue takes you away. ."

Katerina's smile slowly faded, and turned into a naked ferocity. She looked at Lothar's face and pondered: "You actually wanted to attack me, it turned out to be a fake death... But I clearly checked very carefully. , is it some kind of special magic..."

Katerina did not doubt whether the current Lothar was dead. She had seen many guys who were very difficult to die. Severe injuries such as cuts in the waist, massive blood loss, and piercing into the heart did not necessarily make people die. But Katerina had never heard of a person who was still alive after being stabbed in the head with a whole sharp knife.

Katarina pulled out the flying knife, flipped the mechanism, and the blood-stained blade shrank into the hilt, while blood gurgled out of Lothar's eyes.

"Tsk, it's really troublesome." Katerina looked at the corpse in distress, "I wanted to sleep comfortably tonight, but there is so much blood, if a bloodfly or something attracts me, should I sleep? "

As Katarina pondered what to do with the dead man, the boy under her feet moved.

Lothar stood up suddenly, Caterina was caught off guard, and was hugged directly by Lothar, her arms were firmly wrapped around Katerina's torso, and she threw her to the ground.

Katarina, who was pinned under her body, was only surprised for a while, her eyes suddenly increased with murderous intent, and her hand holding the flying knife stabbed straight at the back of the boy's neck.

Stab it!

There was a feeling of the blade cutting into the flesh, but Katarina didn't stop, she pulled out the flying knife and continued to stab.

But Katerina's hand stopped in the air because she felt the boy's teeth against her carotid artery.

"I'll ask you to answer." The boy said, in Demacian, and Katerina could even feel the cool breath in his mouth, "Otherwise your neck will not be protected."

Katerina struggled for a while, she was very strong, and ordinary men couldn't restrain her at all, but this boy's strength was beyond ordinary, and Katerina didn't break free in the slightest.

The boy's body was so ice-cold that Katerina, who was still in the hot bath just now, was hugged by such a frozen body, and she got goosebumps all over.

"Who are you!" Katarina scowled in Demacian with an angry face, "let me go!"

"It seems that you don't know your situation very well." Lothar's teeth pressed slightly and bit into the girl's neck lightly. With a little more force, the teeth could pierce the flesh. "I ask you, you name."

Katarina stopped resisting temporarily, but she didn't give up, her eyes and mind were constantly looking for an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

"Can't you hear?" Lothar bit harder, the pain let Katerina know that she was in danger, "I warn you in advance not to lie, I can smell the breath of lies."

Katarina was unmoved, her legs quickly wrapped around Lothar's waist, her ankles were buckled, and her thighs were clamped tightly.

The feeling of suffocation came from the waist. Lothar was surprised to find that this slender girl could burst into amazing strength with only her legs. He felt that his waist and abdomen were suddenly squeezed, and his blood was surging. Being treated like this, the lumbar spine may have been directly broken.