The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Syndra

As the blood-ice flying knife fell into the pool with a thud, the white-haired woman opened her eyes.

The roots wrapped around her tightened suddenly, as if trying to pull her into the bottom of the pool, but it was too late.

The black torrent burst from the woman’s body and pushed everyone away, as if a heavy hammer had hit them.

Lothar, who was farthest away, was the least affected, but was also knocked back a few steps.

The temple was shaken to pieces by the black torrent, large areas of bricks and rubble collapsed and turned into ruins.

Lothar felt this strange wave of magic in surprise. He didn’t know what kind of magic it was, and it didn’t match any of the magic genres he had read in the classics, but the terrifying power was genuine. . So far, Lothar has only felt such exaggerated magical power in a very small number of existences.

Completely surpass the power of secular mages.

There was another black impact, blowing away the smoke and dust floating on the ruins. The white-haired woman was suspended, standing lightly in the air with bare feet, thick purple-black magic power flowing from her eyes, and the expression on her face was full of hatred.

She shook off the entanglement of the tree roots, and the pool water fell from her body, causing ripples in the pool.

Sirik struggled to crawl out from the ruins and looked at Syndra in horror. She failed, and she awakened people who could never wake up.

One of Aojin’s legs was broken by a big stone, but rather than the pain, he focused more on the white-haired woman, and his face showed a deep obsession with her strength.

The collapse of the temple had no effect on Karan at all. Vastaya stood unharmed, but he slowly stepped back a few steps in fear, his lips turned outward, and his yellow cat pupils kept shrinking.

The change of the white-haired woman is not over yet, one, two, three. Three black orbs of the darkest magic appeared beside her, circling around her. These orbs contained immeasurable magical power, they took away the starlight in the sky, and the night became even darker.

Black flames ignited from her body, and the white clothes turned into black clothes under the burning of the flames. A crown appeared on top of her head, and darkness gave it life, causing it to grow a pair of curved pointed horns. A darkest gemstone was embedded in the center of the crown, continuously burning with black flames.

The white-haired woman glanced around before her eyes. She stretched out her hand, and a beam of dark radiation shot at Sirik, strangling her neck from the air, and lifted her into the air.

“I recognize your breath.” The white-haired woman said, her voice was full of majesty and vicissitudes, like a supreme existence, “You used to be my jailer.”

“Strange… monster…” Sirik cursed with difficulty, foaming at the mouth.

The white-haired woman let go of her hand slightly, allowing Sirik to breathe: “How long have I been imprisoned?”

“Cough…cough…” Sirik smiled miserably, “For decades, we should have killed you from the very beginning! Syndra!”

Sirik regretted it as soon as she finished saying this. She felt Syndra’s hatred, which pierced into her chest like a knife, making her unable to even speak.

With a wave of Syndra’s hand, Sirik was thrown far away like a piece of rag.

“Wait! Syndra!” Aojin saw Syndra turning his gaze to himself, and hurriedly said, “We are Ionians! We are your compatriots!”

“Compatriot” Syndra showed a hint of confusion on her face.

“Yes! We are all children of Ionia!” Aojin said eagerly, “But the Noxians attackedHit our land! Killed our people! They’ve taken Fae’lor, and you can hear the land weeping! You must help us, Syndra! Help us drive the Noxians away! ”

Syndra suddenly laughed.

Her smile was beautiful, but in Ao Jin’s eyes, it was extremely permeating.

“You are right, I am an Ionian, this is a fact.” Syndra slowly floated in front of Aojin, “But all the pain and injustice I have experienced are all thanks to my fellow citizens .”

There was a cold flame in her eyes: “I don’t know any Noxians, but if they really slaughtered my compatriots, I would be very, very grateful to them.”

Aojin went limp and knelt on the spot. He didn’t realize how stupid he was until now. If Syndra was really so easy to persuade, the elders of Felor wouldn’t have sealed her up decades ago. .

Sindra raised her hand slightly, and a dark magic ball surrounding her floated into her hand: “Who allowed you to do it on your own?”

Syndra did not speak to Aujin, but to the people behind her.

Karan was firmly trapped by the black chain extending from the magic ball. His sharp claws were only a little away from Syndra’s back, but he couldn’t move at this moment, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t break it. Undo the magic wrapped around him.

Syndra turned around and looked directly into Karan’s yellow eyes: “I know you, you are another jailer, I have felt you in my dreams.”

Syndra held it with one hand, and the black chain slammed into Karan’s flesh, and a lot of blood spurted out. For the first time, this strong vastaya knelt on the ground weakly.

“You monster!” Karan roared, “Kill me if you have the guts!”

Syndra flicked her finger lightly, and Aojin, who had lost her will to fight, was bounced away by her. On the other side of the Dream Pool, the roots of the ancient tree spread out, as if they wanted to capture Syndra back again.

“I won’t kill you.” Syndra shot out pitch-black radiation from her hand, grabbed Karan, and threw her to the root of the tree.

The tree roots completely bound the lion and brought it back to the fantasy pool.

“It’s your turn to dream, jailer.” Syndra watched happily as Karan sank helplessly into the pool with a thud of the blood-ice throwing knife. The white-haired woman opened her eyes.

The roots wrapped around her tightened suddenly, as if trying to pull her into the bottom of the pool, but it was too late.

The black torrent burst from the woman’s body and pushed everyone away, as if a heavy hammer had hit them.

Lothar, who was farthest away, was the least affected, but was also knocked back a few steps.

The temple was shaken to pieces by the black torrent, large areas of bricks and rubble collapsed and turned into ruins.

Lothar felt this strange wave of magic in surprise. He didn’t know what kind of magic it was, and it didn’t match any of the magic genres he had read in the classics, but the terrifying power was genuine. . So far, Lothar has only felt such exaggerated magical power in a very small number of existences.

Completely surpass the power of secular mages.

Section 112

There was another black impact, blowing away the smoke and dust floating on the ruins. The white-haired woman was suspended, standing lightly in the air with bare feet, thick purple-black magic power flowing from her eyes, and the expression on her face was full of hatred.

She shook off the entanglement of the tree roots, and the pool water fell from her body, causing ripples in the pool.

Sirik struggled to crawl out from the ruins and looked at Syndra in horror. She failed, and she awakened people who could never wake up.

One of Aojin’s legs was broken by a big stone, but rather than the pain, he focused more on the white-haired woman, and his face showed a deep obsession with her strength.

The collapse of the temple had no effect on Karan at all. Vastaya stood unharmed, but he slowly stepped back a few steps in fear, his lips turned outward, and his yellow cat pupils kept shrinking.

The change of the white-haired woman is not over yet, one, two, three. Three black orbs of the darkest magic appeared beside her, circling around her. These orbs contained immeasurable magical power, they took away the starlight in the sky, and the night became even darker.

Black flames ignited from her body, and the white clothes turned into black clothes under the burning of the flames. A crown appeared on top of her head, and darkness gave it life, causing it to grow a pair of curved pointed horns. A darkest gemstone was embedded in the center of the crown, continuously burning with black flames.

The white-haired woman glanced around before her eyes. She stretched out her hand, and a beam of dark radiation shot at Sirik, strangling her neck from the air, and lifted her into the air.

“I recognize your breath.” The white-haired woman said, her voice was full of majesty and vicissitudes, like a supreme existence, “You used to be my jailer.”

“Strange… monster…” Sirik cursed with difficulty, foaming at the mouth.

The white-haired woman let go of her hand slightly, allowing Sirik to breathe: “How long have I been imprisoned?”

“Cough…cough…” Sirik smiled miserably, “For decades, we should have killed you from the very beginning! Syndra!”

Sirik regretted it as soon as she finished saying this. She felt Syndra’s hatred, which pierced into her chest like a knife, making her unable to even speak.

With a wave of Syndra’s hand, Sirik was thrown far away like a piece of rag.

“Wait! Syndra!” Aojin saw Syndra turning his gaze to himself, and hurriedly said, “We are Ionians! We are your compatriots!”

“Compatriot” Syndra showed a hint of confusion on her face.

“Yes! We are all children of Ionia!” Aojin said eagerlyTrue, “But the Noxians have raided our land! Slaughtered our people! They have taken Falor, you can hear the land weeping! You must help us, Syndra !Help us drive the Noxians away!”

Syndra suddenly laughed.

Her smile was beautiful, but in Ao Jin’s eyes, it was extremely permeating.

“You are right, I am an Ionian, this is a fact.” Syndra slowly floated in front of Aojin, “But all the pain and injustice I have experienced are all thanks to my fellow citizens .”

There was a cold flame in her eyes: “I don’t know any Noxians, but if they really slaughtered my compatriots, I would be very, very grateful to them.”

Aojin went limp and knelt on the spot. He didn’t realize how stupid he was until now. If Syndra was really so easy to persuade, the elders of Felor wouldn’t have sealed her up decades ago. .

Sindra raised her hand slightly, and a dark magic ball surrounding her floated into her hand: “Who allowed you to do it on your own?”

Syndra did not speak to Aujin, but to the people behind her.

Karan was firmly trapped by the black chain extending from the magic ball. His sharp claws were only a little away from Syndra’s back, but he couldn’t move at this moment, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t break it. Undo the magic wrapped around him.

Syndra turned around and looked directly into Karan’s yellow eyes: “I know you, you are another jailer, I have felt you in my dreams.”

Syndra held it with one hand, and the black chain slammed into Karan’s flesh, and a lot of blood spurted out. For the first time, this strong vastaya knelt on the ground weakly.

“You monster!” Karan roared, “Kill me if you have the guts!”

Syndra flicked her finger lightly, and Aojin, who had lost her will to fight, was bounced away by her. On the other side of the Dream Pool, the roots of the ancient tree spread out, as if they wanted to capture Syndra back again.

“I won’t kill you.” Syndra shot out pitch-black radiation from her hand, grabbed Karan, and threw her to the root of the tree.

The tree roots completely bound the lion and brought it back to the fantasy pool.

“It’s your turn to dream, jailer.” Syndra happily watched Karan helplessly fall into a deep sleep, and turned her gaze to the farthest person.

The black-haired boy had no expression on his face. He neither ran away in fear nor froze in place. He just stood there, silently massaging Syndra.

Syndra floated in front of the boy. There were two completely different magic fluctuations faintly on the boy, which was rare. Few mages would practice two kinds of magic at the same time.

“It was you who woke me up.” Syndra said. She pressed her hand lightly on the boy’s face, feeling a cold touch, “Give me a reason to spare your life.”

The boy looked at her silently.

Syndra was a little surprised. She didn’t suppress the magic in her body. On the contrary, the depression of decades of sleep made her release the magic more wildly, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted. Ordinary people simply cannot bear such power, especially for the Ionians, the existence of Syndra is a disaster in itself.

But this Ionian boy just looked at him without showing any emotion at all.

Through skin-to-skin contact, Syndra also felt that the boy’s body also contained not weak magic power.

“Is this what he relies on?” The black flame in Syndra’s eyes burned even more intensely.

The boy suddenly tilted his head.

It was only then that Syndra realized that the Ionian boy didn’t have any reaction, but his only reaction was… confusion.

“Are you also here to kill me?” Syndra asked.

The boy suddenly gestured.

Syndra frowned, the darkest gemstone on the crown of her head began to flicker, and the three magic balls behind her trembled faintly. As long as the boy dared to show a wave of magic in his hands, she would kill him without hesitation.

But the boy didn’t use magic, he just started gesticulating and speaking a strangely accented language at the same time.

It was only then that Syndra realized that the boy was not standing in front of her calmly.

He didn’t understand what he was saying at all.

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My strength is endless.

——Sindra