The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Arena

Lothar was meditating in the room.

This is the cultivation method recorded in the magic book. By letting yourself go, you can feel the magic in your body.

According to the records in that book, when practicing ice magic, you will feel a distinct chill during meditation, as if you have come to winter.

But Lothar felt like he was in the extremely cold ice. The magic in his body is not a simple ice element, but pure ice, an extremely cold thing that never melts.

“Ha…ha…ha…” Lothar reached the limit again. He interrupted his meditation, breathing heavily, sweat pouring out continuously, and then freezing into ice slag and falling off his body.

Because of the coldness in his body, he already felt very painful at ordinary times, and meditation aggravated the pain a hundred times.

But after enduring this pain, Lothar is not without gains.

An ice crystal longbow condensed between his fingers. Unlike the feathers he showed in front of Swain, the appearance of this longbow is not rough at all, and even the arrows created together are extremely sharp. If you don’t see that it is made of ice, it is the same as that made by an experienced bowsmith.

When Lothar faced Swain, he always had to keep some cards for himself.

There was another sharp throbbing pain coming from his body, and every time he used ice magic, the pain on his body would intensify.

Lothar smiled wryly and looked at the icy blue imprint of wings on his chest: “Can’t you make me feel better…”

no respond.

Lothar lay down on the ground. The pain caused by Zhenbing made it take him a long time to fall asleep every day.

“When Ashe uses that bow…does it hurt that much…no…she is an iceborn, maybe she will feel better than me…” Lothar looked out the window, and could see the falling flowers in the gap between the ivy. thick snowflakes.

Winter has been here for a long time, and he failed to keep his promise to return to Avarosa.

“How is she now…” Lothar closed her eyes, quietly waiting for the pain to subside.

He waited for a long time.

…

Glory Arena.

It was the first time in Lothar’s life that he saw a real sea of ​​people.

There is almost no gap between people. It takes a lot of time to take a few steps forward, and even if you don’t pay attention, you will be pushed further back.

Of course, there is only one purpose for people to gather here – to enjoy fighting.

“Enough is enough…” Lothar began to wonder if the Noxians’ brains were full of blood, “What’s so good about killing people? It’s stinky and disgusting. It’s interesting to watch the fights in the tavern, and you can watch it while drinking… …”

The Freljord also has a similar arena, but usually there is no duel between life and death. After all, every tribe in the Freljord cannot be said to be prosperous and will not waste precious lives in the Colosseum inside.

After deeply feeling the cultural differences in a foreign country, Lothar couldn’t bear it anymore.

He took off his cloak, and the cold air on his body leaked out. Everyone around Lothar felt the sharp cold wind cut on them like a sharp blade, and they all feared to avoid it.

Lothar finally had a way to go, and he didn’t care about the strange eyes of others, so he went straight to the Arena of Glory and counted.One of the gates – the liquidator registration office.

“I’m here to sign up as a liquidator.” Lothar directly grabbed a person wearing the uniform of an arena staff.

The middle-aged man who was caught by Lothar jumped in fright. Naturally, the reason was the chill coming from Lothar’s body that made his heart palpitate.

The middle-aged man was obviously surprised, and a gloomy gloomy flashed in his eyes, but he hurriedly put on a smile on his face: “Dear mage, did I hear you right? You want to sign up as a liquidator.”

Lothar speaks proficient Noxus, and he has to admit that Swain is a good teacher. In a short period of time, he taught Lothar’s accent like a native of Noxus: “There is a problem. ?”

“Of course not!” The middle-aged man smiled flatteringly, “It’s just that mages who come to be liquidators are really rare. Generally, mages will serve in the army or serve nobles.”

“Well… Anyway, I want to be a liquidator, how do I sign up?”

“Are you sure? Please follow me!” The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up, and he warmly greeted Lothar into a guest room. “Just call me Keluo. I need you to fill out some documents first.”

Lothar drank the hot juice from Crowe and looked at the contents of the documents on the table.

“Isn’t this the status of life and death…” Lothar roughly scanned the content of the document, except for death matters, there are almost no other important contents, which can basically be summarized as – winning the arena will give you a lot of money, losing You won’t get a point if you lose your life, and if you accidentally lose your life, the arena will not give any pension to your family.

Lothar looked up at Crowe: “Just sign these things and I can enter the arena to fight?”

“Of course!” Crowe said with a smile, “This afternoon’s game is not yet full. If you want to play quickly, I can call the shots and let you join the team.”

Lothar was a little stunned. The Noxians didn’t seem to value life at all. In the Freljord, life-and-death duels had to go through a long series of rituals and sacrifices before they could start.

However, through Swain’s dictation before coming here, Lothar also had a general understanding of the rules of the arena, so he was not too surprised.

After signing the documents in two or three strokes, Lothar said, “I’m going to play today, arrange a stronger opponent for me.”

Crowe took the document and rolled his eyes: “Is that Mr. Luosha? You are indeed an Ionian.”

Lothar raised his eyebrows: “You can understand Ionian.”

Crowe smiled and lifted his clothes. There was a huge scar on his stomach: “It was cut by the Ionians. I served in the army and retired after receiving this injury.”

Lothar rubbed his chin and thought, “No wonder he didn’t look right when he looked at me just now…Does he really hate Ionians…”

Crowe put away the documents: “I’ll go and arrange a match for you right now. According to the rules, the first match will be played anonymously. Your name will be announced in the arena only if you win three or more games in a row.”

Lothar waved his hand, signaling that he understood.

Crowe politely exited the room. As soon as the door was closed, his expression immediately became gloomy.

After a few steps away from the room, Crowe cursed in a low voice: “Damn Ionian, the wolf spirit let you fall into my hands, even if you are a mage, I will kill you.”

“But I’m not an Ionian…” Lothar stayed quietly indoors, with a helpless expression on his face, and said to himself, “And you should go a little further before scolding me.”

Lothar drank hot orange juice, and seemed not worried that Crowe would trip him up, but simply thought: “It seems that although Noxus is a country that gathers many races and regions, discrimination and hatred are everywhere. It still exists internally… just like the guild of the Conqueror Assassins, it seems to hate the tauren…”

Lothar doesn’t care whether Crowe will arrange too strong opponents for him, because he also wants to see how far he has grown.

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In Noxus, there is a kind of warrior called “Liquidator”. The place where they fight is not the battlefield, but the arena surrounded by high walls.

The sport of bloody combat is very popular in Noxus, almost all the territories and colonies of Noxus can find arenas established by them. The liquidators will fight with their lives as a bet in the arena. Although the death rate is extremely high, the top liquidators can enjoy treatment no less than that of nobles in Noxus.

Not all liquidators are voluntary. With the conquest of Noxus, if the people in the defeated regions persist in resisting and not surrendering, they will become slaves. The strongest of these warriors are forced to become liquidators, and sometimes they are even forced to fight against their own kind.

——Excerpt from “Valoran Travel Notes: Noxus