The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Swain

The capital of Noxus.

A military carriage drove unimpeded on the main road in the middle of the night, and no soldiers stopped it, because the emblem on the carriage marked one thing—it was the car of an imperial general.

A statue is placed at intervals on both sides of the main road. The statue is engraved with a vaguely shaped wolf. Its body is wild and disorderly, like a black shadow in motion. The moonlight sprinkled on the statues was like sinking into the sea, without adding any vitality to these statues.

The carriage drove straight to a hidden cellar. After a while, a completely different carriage drove out from the other side of the cellar.

The man sat quietly on the carriage, his expression was completely shrouded in darkness, only the eyes that were sharp enough to cut through everything were extremely clear in the shadows.

The man is very patient. Every time he returns to the imperial capital, he has to change to several carriages before going to his real destination. Although it is a bit troublesome, it is very effective for getting rid of some people with malicious intentions.

The last ordinary carriage the man sat in came to a dilapidated mansion.

The house seemed to have been neglected for a long time. Ivy covered the walls, the dust at the gate was as thick as a carpet, and there was no light from the windows. From the outside, it looked like a dead house.

The coachman lifted the curtain and nodded slightly to the man.

The man took out a huge wooden box from the camera obscura under the seat, carried it and disappeared into the carriage.

The night wind blew gently, but the house was still lifeless, as if only a few ivy leaves moved slightly.

The man appeared on the second floor of the house, and the floor was covered with dust. He walked forward without leaving any footprints on the ground while carrying a heavy caisson.

He came to a door, which was ajar, with only a crack exposed.

The man pushed it away, and the room was empty. There was only a table, a chair, and a fireplace covered in cobwebs. There was no breath of life at all.

There is one more person.

He is an old man who is about to enter his twilight years.

The old man was full of white hair, watching the wolf with eagle eyes, and was writing something with a quill pen. There was no light in the room, and he was writing entirely with the little moonlight leaking in from the window.

The man closed the door behind his back, and put the big wooden box on the ground: “I brought the person you want.”

The old man didn’t look up, but nodded slightly: “Thank you, you can go.”

The man did not leave, but remained silent for a while and said, “Are you really going to do this? Swain.”

Swain dipped the ink with a quill: “I have to do this.”

“But……”

“No but.” Swain’s tone was very gentle, but for some reason, there was an irrefutable majesty, “It will be over soon, whether you succeed or fail, it has nothing to do with you, you will always be Noxus.” General, no one can change it. You should take care of your daughter more, she is very lost now.”

The shadow hid all the expressions of the man, and he didn’t say anything, and disappeared without a sound.

Swain finished his writing patiently, put the quill back into the pen holder, and stood up.

The old man was tall and tall, and his standing posture was very straight, but the sleeve of his left arm was slumped, as if there was nothing inside.

A crow appeared from nowhere in the room. It was slightly larger than ordinary crows, and its dark feathers glowed with an evil dark red light.

The weirdest thing is that this crow has four eyes.

Swain kept standing quietly, watching the crow fly to the wooden box and peck open the copper lock on the wooden box with its beak.

A “squeak” sounded, and the wooden box was automatically opened.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, as if swept by a cold current, and a thin layer of hoarfrost began to condense on the ground.

The wooden box was already filled with ice crystals, and there was a boy lying on his side inside.

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The young man was naked, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and a knife was stuck in the back of his head. Anyone could see that he was a corpse.

The crow jumped onto the boy’s head, pecked open some ice, opened its beak, bit the handle of the knife, and pulled it hard.

The blade was pulled out slowly, and there were barbs cast on the edge of the blade, which caused a lot of flesh and brains to be pulled out when it was pulled out.

The knife fell to the ground with a clang, and the crow flew to Swain’s shoulder with the handle in its mouth.

Even without direct contact, Swain could still feel the stinging chill from the knife, almost making a gash in his face.

Of course, the chill didn’t come from the blade itself, but from the flesh and blood left on it.

Swain stretched out his hand, flicked his nails lightly, and the hard blade shattered into ice scum.

The four-eyed crow also got into Swain’s robe and disappeared.

At the same time, the hole poked out in the back of the boy’s head disappeared.

…

Lothar suddenly opened his eyes.

The pain at the back of his head made him a little dizzy, but that wasn’t the worst thing, the worst thing was the cold.

Lothar curled up his body hard, but it was of no avail. The cold radiated from his body from the inside out, and now he himself was a piece of ice.

“Can you turn your head and look at me?” A calm voice came from behind Lothar.male voice.

Lothar’s heart trembled, not because there was a stranger standing behind him, but because what the stranger said… was Freljord.

Lothar trembled and slowly turned his body, and what he saw was a white-haired old man, who was actually not very old. Although his hair was completely white, there was an indescribable coercion in his eyes and aura.

For some reason, Lothar felt that this old man gave him a very…familiar feeling, but he couldn’t remember when he had seen him.

“Try to stand up.” The old man encouraged with a smile, his tone was kind and soft, but it seemed like an irresistible order.

Lothar clasped his arms tightly and stood up tremblingly. The frosty air surged through his body, and his breathing alone covered the old man’s white eyebrows and hair with a thin layer of frost.

The old man didn’t take it seriously. He snapped his fingers lightly, and a cluster of flames suddenly ignited in the fireplace: “Get warm.”

Lothar raised his eyebrows and asked, “Mage?”

The old man smiled and said, “That’s right.”

Since he is a mage, Lothar basically ruled out the possibility of returning to Demacia.

The fire in the fireplace is a fatal temptation for Lothar right now. Without even thinking about it, he started to warm up in front of the fire on the small runway: “Do you have any clothes?”

“Give you a quasi [resource; source’ group]: 9? 8; 0; 2?. 0′. 5,, 8″5. ;6 Prepared, at your feet. ”

Lothar paused, and then looked down. There was a carpet under his feet. He lifted the carpet, and there were neatly folded thick velvet clothes inside.

Lothar hesitated for a moment, but put it on anyway.

What made him even more disturbed was that this suit was very close-fitting.

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief. The pain in his head had subsided, and the coldness on his body was also slightly relieved with the help of the stove and clothes. He regained the ability to think seriously.

“Who are you, where am I, and what do you want to do?” Lothar asked three questions in a row.

The old man said slowly: “You can call me Swain. This is the capital of Noxus, at the foot of the Immortal Fortress. I came here to help each other.”

Lothar frowned, and the old man’s straightforward answer not only failed to solve his doubts, but made him even more vigilant.

“I just arrived in Noxus before I passed out. Why did I come here suddenly? Where’s the assassin chick?”

Swain replied patiently: “I was the one who brought you here. Katerina is still alive and well. See you again when you have a chance.”

“Why should I meet a woman who stabbed me?” Lothar looked Swain up and down, and found that the sleeve of his left arm was empty. “Why did you bring me here so we can get to know each other?”

“I know you, but you don’t know me.” Swain said, “The child who grew up in the wolf’s den, the blood alliance of Avarosa’s war mother, Lothar, right?”

Lothar’s heart suddenly rose to his throat: “How do you know?”

“There are very few things in this world that I don’t know about.”

“Since you know everything, why are you looking for me?”

“Because I think you need my help in your current situation, and I just happen to be useful to you now, for mutual benefit.”

“Mutual benefit and reciprocity” Lothar thought about the word, “How much do you know about me?”

Swain pointed to Lothar’s right arm, “Was it broken there before? It was broken because of a girl.”

Lothar felt cold, but he didn’t show it on his face.

“You don’t have to be too surprised, in fact, our two encounters are very similar.” Swain stretched out his left arm and shook the dangling sleeve, “This arm was broken in Ionia, and it was also broken by a The girl was chopped off.”

Lothar didn’t answer.

“More than that.” A thick dark red light suddenly appeared on Swain’s body. Lothar stared at the old man with great vigilance. The coldness overflowing from his body increased sharply, and he was always on guard against his sudden attack.

But the red light didn’t attack Lothar, they just gathered together, gathered in Swain’s sleeve, slowly filling it up.

A dark red translucent arm was formed, and a dim redness flowed inside.

Swain moved his left arm and looked at the stunned Lothar: “And both of us have experienced a rebirth, a rebirth that made us stronger.”

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Jericho Swain led the Forty-seventh Army in 986 of the Noxus calendar and suffered a defeat when he attacked Presidium in Ionia. The Forty-seventh Army was wiped out. Jericho Swain himself was crippled.

Jericho Swain is hereby stripped of all his military ranks and expelled from the military. Read that he has made outstanding military achievements, and has made great achievements in exposing the empire’s rebellious party, so he retains his status as a nobleman, but he and his children within three generations cannot have fiefdoms.

——”Reward and Punishment Battle Report: No. 9870066″