The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: The Mystery

Wei En took a deep breath, the cold night air seemed to freeze her lungs, but the warmth in her blood prevented her from feeling cold: “I tried for a long time, and I managed to find a handful that I could use right away. The weapon, that’s it.”

Wei En held the hand crossbow tightly.

“The monster that killed my parents used evil dark magic.” Wei En continued, “I hate magic, but only dark magic makes me hate it. It only kills innocent people and ruins human lives.”

Lothar has no objection to this point. He has also seen some dark magic users, and none of them are good people, such as Marukolo, such as Fossbarrow’s nightmare.

“I swore that I would kill all users of dark magic. I have read a lot of books on how to fight against dark magic, but to no avail.” Wei En slightly opened her eyes, looking at the magic hair hanging on her eyelashes. Snowflake, “My father and mother traveled all over Runeterra before they gave birth to me. They told me stories of the iceborn warriors of the Freljord fighting the evil frost witch’s minions.”

Losa calmed down his somewhat turbulent mood, and asked, “So you came here to learn how to fight. Do you know that you are likely to die?”

“It’s reckless, stupid, right? But I have no choice. If I can’t take revenge, I might as well die.” Wei En clenched the crossbow tightly, the cold shell made her fingers hurt slightly, “I am alone I came here alone and didn’t know how to survive in the wild. I was almost frozen to death a few times, and was almost eaten by a bear once, but I was lucky and barely survived.”

“Then you are really lucky.” Lothar touched Wei En’s forehead, and then wiped the snow from her hair. “Perhaps your parents are protecting you.”

For the first time, Wei En didn’t dislike Lothar touching her, and murmured: “Maybe… But when I met a troll for the first time, I thought I was really going to die.”

“Frey saved you,” Lothar guessed.

“Yeah.” Wayne’s eyes flickered, “Frey is a wandering warrior. Her child died at the hands of the Frost Guard. She has been fighting against the dark magic of the Frost Guard all her life.”

Wei En gently pushed Lothar’s hand away, and sat up: “I think she is very similar to me. My relatives have died at the hands of evil beings, and my mind is full of revenge. So I decided, I must let her teach me How to fight.”

“Her answer is”

“She rejected me.” Wei En sighed, “She said that I was seventeen years old and missed the best age for exercise. But I didn’t give up, and tried every means to beg her.”

Lothar looked at Wei En. This thin girl was sitting on the snow and was blown tottering by the wind, as if snowflakes could crush her.

“And then, Frey seemed to be unable to stand me anymore, and left alone.” Wei En hugged her knees, “I wanted to find her, but in the end I fell into the trap of the troll, and then I was saved by you. ”

Lothar recalled the day when he found Wayne. A string of wolf footprints led him to find Wayne.

The string of footprints finally turned into a human appearance.

“Frey is a shape-shifter.” Lothar’s face was a little cloudy, “How did she learn to change shape in case…”

As Julotha knows, the only way for human beings to transform into animals is to rely on… dark magic, except for some particularly powerful beast spirit walkers.

Lothar found it strange at the beginning. Frey didn’t have a true ice weapon in his hand, nor did he have any signs of magic. It was a bit unbelievable to think that he could instantly kill a troll and ten frost guards with just his skill. But if she borrowed some kind of power that shouldn’t be used, then things seem to make sense…

Lothar looked at Wayne, girlLooking in the direction of the battlefield, there is a touch of expectation in his eyes.

Section 48

Lothar temporarily suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart.

The demon that killed Vayne’s parents, and the source of Frey’s power, Lotha did not tell Vayne what he knew.

One is that he himself doesn’t know everything, and the other is…he is afraid that this girl who has just rekindled her hope will not be able to bear it, and he doesn’t know what the consequences will be if she talks too much at the moment.

“How long will they fight?” Wei En’s gaze was firmly fixed on the beacon fire in the distance.

“Soon…soon…” Lothar put away his complicated emotions, and began to pray for Ashe and Avarosa, “They will definitely win.”

The two wounded people quietly waited for their most important person to return in triumph.

…

The battle lasted all night.

It wasn’t until a milky white halo appeared in the sky, and when the sun was about to rise, that the middle of the migration team sent out a new flame signal——

Avarosa won.

Lothar didn’t close his eyes all night. He kept watching the flames of war in the distance. He didn’t heave a long sigh of relief until he was sure that the tribe had won.

Lothar slumped on the snow ground powerlessly, without the slightest desire to stand up.

“No… I still have to go find Ashe…” Lothar sat up again with a groan, supporting his eyelids that were constantly fighting.

He looked at Wei En at the side. The girl had fallen asleep a few hours ago, she was too tired.

Lothar checked Wei En’s condition. She was breathing evenly, and the wound showed no signs of deterioration.

“Hey, wake up.” Lothar gently pushed Wei En’s shoulder, but she didn’t respond at all. No matter how Lothar called, she fell asleep tightly.

“Really.” Lothar sighed helplessly. There were some things in his hunting bag that could stimulate people to wake up, but after thinking about it, he still didn’t use it on Wei En, “You’ve worked hard too, take care have a rest.”

Lothar stood up and took a lot of effort to carry Wei En on his shoulders. Fortunately, the girl is very light, otherwise Lothar would not be able to carry her with his broken leg.

Lothar limped and walked slowly towards the middle of the migration team.

The more he walked in that direction, Lothar saw more and more corpses and wreckage. Some of the surviving furnace households were tending the tribe, or kneeling to pray, and the atmosphere was gloomy.

Lothar didn’t care about this, he went straight to the battlefield.

The tragedy here is even more serious than he thought.

There are corpses everywhere, including those of tribal warriors, trolls, frost guards, and animals such as Juvask wild boar…

The blood seeped into the snow, and large swaths of snow were dyed dark red. Even though the wind and snow kept going, Lothar could still smell the strong bloody smell that made people dizzy.

There wasn’t a living troll or frost guard on the battlefield. The warriors and shamans of the tribe were cleaning the battlefield, using spears to repair the enemy’s body, and the shamans were healing the wounded.

Lothar saw Ashe.

Half of her silver hair was stained with blood, and almost all of her body was dyed red. Her eyes burst into blue light, still sharing vision with the Herald Eagle. The True Ice Longbow in her hand shone with cold light, and the small area around her was completely frozen, with blood red and ice blue intertwined.

“Ash!” Lothar called his wife’s name.

The young silver-haired war mother turned her head and looked at him.

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The research on shape-changers is indeed a very interesting topic.

Many people confuse the shapeshifters with the vastaya race, but they are actually completely different definitions.

The vastaya refers to a group of people. They have ancient blood, and they have the characteristics of both humans and beasts. This is their natural appearance. But the shape changer is different. The shape changer refers to transforming oneself from a human form into a beast or even a magical creature through strange magic, and can quickly obtain powerful power that humans should not have.

This kind of shape-changing magic is very unique and rare, and usually requires a lot of sacrifices and cumbersome rituals, some of which are expensive or even appalling, so shape-changing magic is generally classified as evil dark magic. Much of the shape-changing magic has been lost, and only a small number of shape-changers remain in the Freljord in the northwest and Ionia in the northeast in the existing records.

——Excerpt from the Piltover University Dissertation Magazine article “The Magical Origin of the Shape-Changer”