The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Filor

Lothar stayed in the cabin room, completely naked, letting the cold air in his body escape as much as possible.

The whole room was covered in white, and the spreading frost was like a creeper covered with flowers, dyeing all directions in mottled ice blue.

No mage can change the surrounding environment just by staying here like this. After all, a mage is only a person who uses magic, not a person who creates magic.

But Lothar seems to be magic itself.

“Huh…” Lothar spit out the frosty air that he had been holding back for a long time, and a pile of ice crystal shards fell on the ground.

“It’s so cold…” Lothar’s teeth were chattering. No matter how long it had passed, Lothar couldn’t get used to the cold, which was completely beyond the limit of the human body.

“Aren’t you the god of life and healing? Why do you make me so uncomfortable, and I can’t go back home.” Lothar looked at his chest. The ice blue wing tattoo was still the same, not at all. Will respond to Lothar.

“Oh…” Lothar sighed, an ice bow in his handCohesion.

He has always liked to use bows, whether as hunting tools or weapons, bows are his most handy props.

But after breaking his hand, he couldn’t draw the bow, and after recovering his hand, he couldn’t hold the bow again.

As soon as Lothar’s hand touched the bowstring, the whole string would be frozen brittle by the frost, and it would break when he pulled it. He tried to find bowstrings made of many materials when he was in the Noxus capital, but they couldn’t use them normally. .

Lothar stroked the bow with his finger, and an ice crystal four-wire linked the bow arm.

Lothar pulled lightly, and the entire bow broke.

“How did Ash get that bow?” Lothar was puzzled. “How come her bow is also made of ice, so she can draw the bowstring?”

After trying for a long time, Lothar still couldn’t come up with an answer.

He tensed his body so that the cold in his body would not escape too much, otherwise ordinary people would shiver just by approaching him.

“It’s always getting colder and colder.” Lothar touched his body, “I won’t end up turning into a popsicle if it keeps getting worse.”

Knowing that his situation was not optimistic, Lothar turned to another kind of magic, blood magic.

This is really a very interesting kind of magic.

Blood magic has a wide range of uses, attacking, poisoning, corroding, coagulating, berserk, healing… It is almost an all-round magic. It is no wonder that the Noxus army, which aims to be practical and efficient, favors this kind of magic so much. Sex is simply superior compared to other genres of magic.

Compared to ice magic, Lothar also prefers blood magic. He is a hunter, and he likes a variety of tools, not ice magic, which is powerful but relatively simple.

More importantly, practicing blood magic will not bring pain to Lothar like ice magic.

Lothar feels that the liquid flowing in his blood vessels has truly become a part of himself, and they become subject to the command of Lothar’s will like his own hands and feet. Lothar wants them to flow as fast as he wants them to come out .

“Hmm…the book says that blood acceleration will warm the body, why don’t I feel it? It really doesn’t work for me…” Lothar thought regretfully.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a knock on the door of Lothar’s room, and a woman’s voice came from outside the door: “Luosha! We are almost reaching the shore!”

“Come out.” Lothar replied, put on his clothes and opened the door.

“Oh!” The woman outside the door was startled by the cold wind gushing out of the room, “It’s so cold! You’re practicing your magic again.”

“Yes, Mrs. Lestara, haven’t you gotten used to it yet?”

Lothar thought it was quite interesting. Lestara was obviously a Demacian, but he didn’t reject himself who knew magic at all.

Le Stara hugged herself and rubbed her upper arms to keep warm: “I really can’t get used to it, forget it, come quickly, I can see the shore!”

Lothar followed the slightly excited Lestara and walked onto the deck.

They were on a transport ship of the Noxus army, followed by a transport team consisting of more than a dozen ships. Lothar took a ride with the token Swain gave him.

As for why Le Stara is with him, it’s because their destination is actually the same.

On the map that Swain gave Lothar, the first choice was the giant island in the northeast——Ionia.

“Udyr also told me that he practiced here.” Lothar looked into the distance, “I hope this place won’t disappoint me.”

The Noxus naval soldiers on the deck are all busy, making preparations for landing [resource; source group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 Bei, a few soldiers saw Lothar and would temporarily stop what they were doing and salute him.

“The token Swain gave is really useful.” Lothar ignored the soldiers, and walked to the side of the ship with Le Stara.

A girl was lying on the railing, sluggish like a frost-beaten eggplant.

“Quinn, are you still feeling sick from seasickness?” Lestara patted Quinn’s back with concern. After leaving Noxus, Quinn suffered a lot at sea.

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“I…it’s okay…” Quinn said weakly, with pale lips.

Unlike his current owner who was in great pain, Hua Luo was quite happy at sea, and he could see its heroic figure swooping down to catch fish in the distance.

“Oh, it’s so hard for you, a girl who grew up in the mountains.” Lestara touched Quinn’s forehead distressedly.

Lothar and Quinn looked at each other, and then quickly staggered away. Their current relationship is rather awkward, and they basically maintain a state of not communicating unless it is important.

“Luosha, what’s the name of the place we’re going to board?” Lestara massaged Quinn while looking into the distance expectantly.

“Filor.” Lothar has done a lot of homework on Ionia these days at sea. In addition to the book Swain gave him, he also collected a bunch of other books to supplement his knowledge. On the island on the west side, there is a fortress on the island, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack.”

“Built by the Ionians”

“Well, the Ionians used this fortress to resist Noxus’ attack, but it was breached a few years ago. Now Faelor belongs to Noxus.”

Le Stara’s expression was a bit sad: “Those people who originally lived there must have been in great pain, Noxus…”

Lothar looked around calmly, and interrupted: “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?”

Le Stara closed her mouth wisely, but the worry on her face remained undiminished.

When the fleet arrived, Lothar and his party walked down the deck.

“Sir!” A sergeant saidWalking up to Lothar, he gave him a military salute, “Lord Karan, the lord of Felor, heard that you are coming, and he is preparing for you in the fortress. ‘.5,,8’5. ;6 Prepare to welcome. ”

Lothar cursed secretly, how could he have any reputation in the Noxus army worthy of being interviewed by a lord in person. This is obviously someone who doubts the identity brought by his token and wants to verify it through the lord.

But Lothar is not easy to refuse, so he can only agree.

“It seems that we can only stay in this fortress for one night tonight.” Lothar said while observing the surroundings.

The fortress is very large, built by the sea, with atolls on both sides. The walls are high and smooth, with densely packed cannon ports. In addition to merchant ships and transport ships, there are more than 30 large Noxus warships docked at the pier, and the well-helmed guards are constantly patrolling along the coastline. It seems that the evaluation of being easy to defend and difficult to attack is not groundless.

“Do the Ionians also use artillery?” Lestara asked curiously while supporting Quinn.

“It should be newly built after the Noxus occupied it, maybe…” Lothar stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Lestara almost bumped into Lothar’s back and stopped hastily.

Lothar turned around and asked suspiciously, “Did you hear any strange sounds?”

“No, what’s the matter?”

“No, it’s nothing…” Lothar was a little absent-minded, he always felt that something was wrong.

The land under his feet looked ordinary, just mud and sand, but when Lothar walked on it, he felt a little…

“Am I seasick too…” Lothar shook his head, and walked towards the fort under the guidance of the sergeant.

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According to the rumors, Ionia is a magical land.

All those who have sincerely set foot here claim that they have undergone a radical transformation.

As for whether it is true or not, no one knows.

Maybe you should try it.

——Brochure of Piltover Travel Agency