The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Lamb and Wolf

Elise held Lothar’s arm, and the quasi [resources’ group] in the arena with him: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.; 6 Take a walk in the preparation area.

Lothar did not refuse Elise’s invitation. After all, he might join the Zha’afan family in the future, so he couldn’t have a deadlock with this woman.

Although there is a beautiful woman by her side, Lothar is also always on guard against everything about Elise. The Noxus emperor is no better than the wilderness of the Freljord. Every living creature here is always thinking about interests and conspiracies.

Quasi [resources’ group] of the arena: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 In fact, there are not many liquidators in the backup area. The liquidators have their own lounges, and most of the people here are wild beasts locked in cages.

“Did you know? This is a scale-eating monster.” Elise pointed to a three-person tall snake-necked snapping turtle beast, “This is a monster that only exists in southern Ionia. It is said that even a cannon Can’t break through its shell.”

“I don’t know, I’m not an Ionian…” Lothar glanced at the Scaled Eater. The torch poked at it, making it howl.

“What are they doing?” Lothar asked.

Elisabeth got closer to Lothar, and there was even a soft touch on Lotha’s arm: “They are stimulating it, arousing its ferocity so that it can play.”

Lothar resisted such an approach in his heart. Although the Freljord people would also hunt wild beasts, they respected even a rabbit as their prey. It was their deaths that made the Freljord countless. The life of the tribe.

But Lothar didn’t show it on his face. He watched coldly, and continued to be dragged around by Elise for a walk.

Elise kept asking long and short questions along the way, from what kind of girl Lothar liked to his first love. Anyone who is not a fool can see what Elise wants to do to him.

Lothar kept his aloof personality as much as possible, and kept saying Ashe’s name silently in his heart. Elise is indeed a goblin-like woman, whether it is her appearance, posture, way of speaking or unique temperament, she can make men fascinated, not to mention that she is still boldly expressing her love to Lothar, and Lothar can feel the amazement of others all the way And jealous eyes are like awns.

“That’s enough…” Even without Swain’s request, Lothar began to have the idea of ​​obtaining aristocratic status earlier, at least he would not be stabbed in the spine by this strange gaze.

Elise didn’t seem to care at all, but she was getting closer and closer to Lothar.

“Ahem.” Lothar coughed twice, “Ms. Elise, maybe you can be a little more reserved when you’re outside.”

“Outside…” Elise’s ruby ​​eyes flashed a smile, “Then, can I make out with you in private? How about tonight?”

Saying that, Elise took Lothar’s hand and gently stuffed it into the high fork of her skirt.

“Ai Xi Ai Xi…” Lothar kept using his wife’s appearance to counteract Elise’s charm.

“I still have a duel this afternoon. I’m afraid I won’t have the energy after the duel.” Lothar quickly pulled out his hand and made an excuse.

“Hehe…” Elise laughed coquettishly, “It’s okay, I have a lot of energy-boosting supplements and potions at home, and the effects are outstanding.”

As Elise said, her slender hands slowly moved towards Lothar’s waist.

“Look! It’s the troll that I fought against!” Lothar caught a glimpse of a big blue guy out of the corner of his eye, hurriedly shook off Elise, and strode towards that direction.

Elise’s beautiful eyes moved, the tip of her tongue lightly brushed her lips, and followed Lothar closely.

“This woman is really obsessive.” Lothar walked helplessly to the side of the frost troll, Voga, and the big guy fell to the ground with blank eyes.

Lothar frowned, grabbed an arena staff member next to Voga and asked, “What’s wrong with it?”

The staff was shocked by the cold air on Lothar’s body. He immediately recognized the mage liquidator standing in front of him, and replied respectfully: “Hello, my lord, this giant The demon is dead.”

“Dead?” Lothar looked at Voga in surprise, it was indeed lifeless, “Didn’t I kill it?”

“That’s right.” The staff member explained, “We dug it out of your magic that day, but it got sick after that and just died this morning.”

Lothar’s expression was normal. He knew the troll’s terrifying physique. A troll that could eat carrion, bones, and even stones was almost impossible to get sick.

Unless it is already extremely weak.

“You didn’t cure it”

“My lord, are you kidding me?, how can we find a doctor who can heal trolls. ”

Lothar was silent.

“What’s the matter?” Elise walked to Lothar’s side without saying a word, and wrapped her arms around him again.

“It’s nothing.” Lothar sighed inwardly.

“That’s right! It’s funny to say.” The arena staff suddenly remembered something, “Last night, Vogga didn’t sleep uncharacteristically. He just kept yelling at the sky, and he yelled out his blood alive. I guess it’s not Shahou might live a few more days, trolls are really stupid.”

Lothar looked at the staff coldly.

The staff member shivered. He originally wanted to say something funny to get close to the mage and his noble female companion, but judging from the mage’s expression, it didn’t seem to be of any use.

“What is it roaring?” Lothar asked.

“Ah, this…” The staff member was stunned for a moment, scratching his head, “It seems to be…Homo”

Lothar knew what Vogahou was talking about.

That’s Freljord, which means home.

Lothar looked at the troll’s corpse. It was very thin and emaciated, its pupils were dilated, and blood and saliva flowed from its mouth.

“Is it calling home before dying?” Elise asked suddenly.

Lothar was a little surprised. He didn’t expect that Elise seemed to understand Freljord.

“It’s so pitiful, but it can be regarded as a warrior who has been fighting for a long time.” Elise gently stroked the troll’s fingers with her hand, “May you leave under the guidance of the wolf spirit.”

The staff quickly offered flattery: “Madam, your kindness is as incomparable as your beauty.”

“Ah, that’s really a compliment.” Elise also seemed to be smiling happily.

Lothar ignored the hypocritical flattery, and just said to the troll silently in his heart: “I hope that the one who took you away was not the spirit of the wolf but the spirit of the sheep. May it give you peace.”

The troll Vogga remained motionless, with nothing but nothingness in his eyes.

Section 81

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“Klaus, I like you very much.”

In a private noble room in the arena, a handsome man in red and white hair was lying comfortably on the sofa, holding a beautiful girl in his arms who was staring at him infatuatedly.

In front of the man in red, a brawny shirtless man was kneeling on the ground. He was panting heavily, and his eyes were bloodshot, almost bursting his eyeballs.

“My… my lord…” The shirtless man seemed to be in pain, his whole body was bursting with tendons, and his body was so hot that he even began to emit white gas.

“Go, Klaus, it will be your turn soon.” The man in red smiled and kissed the lips of the girl in his arms. The girl was like drinking nectar, her face flushed with intoxication.

The man in red bit the girl’s tongue lightly, and caressed it: “Go and bring me the head of that ice mage, don’t let me down.”

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Qian Jue, the most widely believed god in Valoran.

The origin of the legend of Qian Jue has not yet been definitively verified. There are inferences that Kindred should have originally originated from the harsh environment of the Freljord, and some scholars infer from the image of Kindred that it should be a variant of the Ionian myth.

Although there are records about Qian Jue in the oldest documents obtained so far, the amazing consistency of the image and stories of Qian Jue in various places makes it hard to imagine that it is a god that has existed for a long time.

Qian Jue is the god of death, two in one. The image is a pure white sheep spirit holding a bow and arrow and a pitch-black wolf spirit with sharp fangs.

Lamb and wolf spirits are always on the hunt, hunting for the life of the dying to grant them death. The difference is that the sheep will give the dead a peaceful death, while the wolf will give the dead a violent death.

——Excerpt from “The Encyclopedia of Valoran Folklore” jointly written by several professors of Piltover University