The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

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Lothar knew Fiddlesticks.

This is a ghost story that adults use to scare children.

When the tales of trolls, bearmen, and snowmen fail to scare older children, adults will move out the frightening legends of Fiddlesticks.

Legend has it that it screamed and crawled out of the frozen abandoned tomb. Its slender body was a messy mix of helmets, shields, furs, and wood left by the dead. And when you see it, you can’t escape it.

“It seems that I have encountered another thing that I told Ashe that she probably wouldn’t believe it.” Lothar felt warm in his body, because the blood that had stagnated when he fell into fear just now began to flow back.

Lothar already understood that Ashe and Marukolo he just saw must be hallucinations. In fact, as long as he calms downWhen you think about it, you will realize that they are not Zoe, and they don’t have wings, so how could they fly to Demacia so far away all of a sudden.

“But that hallucination is too real…” Lothar looked up at the tree, and a group of crows were flying and screaming above his head, making him uneasy.

“In the story, Fiddlesticks seems to be related to crows.” Lothar stroked the falcon, “How about a discussion? You fly up and help me kill all those crows, and I’ll make you barbecue.”

The Falcon yelled twice, and it was obvious from the tone of his voice that he did not agree.

“Think about it. If I die, you will probably die here. Besides, your injury is still not healed. If I die, who will give you the medicine?” Lothar continued to talk about the conditions.

The falcon blinked a few times, and it pecked at the rope on its feet a few times.

“Okay, I won’t tie you up in the future, let’s make a deal”

“Oh!”

Lothar cut the falcon’s rope, it flew high, rushed into the crowd of crows, and fought with them.

“I don’t know if this will affect Fiddlesticks.” Lothar looked around with the light of Zoe’s hair, hoping to find Fiddlesticks.

Lothar saw a tall and thin scarecrow figure in the jungle in the distance, holding a dim kerosene lamp.

“Fortunately, the bow was also brought here.” Lothar took off the bow, put on an arrow and shot in the direction of the scarecrow.

The arrow pierced through densely packed thorns and branches, quasi [resource; source’ group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 hit the scarecrow exactly, and the lights there went out.

Of course Lothar didn’t think he could kill Fiddlesticks with one arrow, so it didn’t deserve to be called a legend.

“Sister, can you think of a way for me to escape?” Lothar asked.

“I said I won’t help you, think for yourself.” Zooey floated around Lothar with a look on her face.

“I think… the only way I can think of right now is to wait until dawn…” Lothar looked at the dark forest, “It’s not realistic to wait until dawn… to escape from the forest… Fiddlesticks doesn’t know if it will Chase me out of the forest… In short, let’s go to an open place first.”

Lothar slowly retreated to the place with the statue. Although the ground was full of thorns, there was only one old tree around, and the field of vision was much wider.

Lothar shot another arrow through the scarecrow with the lantern that appeared in the distance, and the lights turned on again.

Although under the shadow of the lamp, the scarecrows that appeared every time looked very similar to Fiddlesticks, long and thin, but Lothar knew that they were definitely not Fiddlesticks’ real body.

Behind Lothar is a statue and an old tree covered in thorns, and he has no time to think about what the statue is carving now. Fiddlesticks brought him huge psychological pressure, and Lothar took a deep breath in his heart. If he let go, he would be overwhelmed by Fiddlesticks’ momentum.

Momentum.

Lothar has seen many powerful and inexplicable beings so far, but Fiddlesticks gave him a very different feeling.

It’s not like a god like Ornn, who is full of majesty greater than the mountains and the sky, nor is it like the witch Lissandra, whose every gesture is icy colder than pure ice.

As for the giant eye under the Howling Abyss… Lothar still can’t describe his feelings about it in words.

The feeling that Fiddlesticks brought to Lothar was pure – pressure.

Pressure from various sources, hallucinations at the beginning, unpleasant metallic noises, crows circling overhead, and scarecrows with lanterns appearing in the distance from time to time.

“Is it… trying to scare me?” Lothar seemed to gradually understand what Fiddlesticks wanted to do, otherwise he really couldn’t figure out why he didn’t attack a child like him for so long, “Or Said it was afraid of Zoe, said it could see Zoe?”

Although I know that what Fiddlesticks did is likely to make Lothar accumulate pressure and make him feel scared, thus crushing him mentally, but Lothar has to admit that this trick is very effective for him at present .

The reason is very straightforward. Lothar’s current mental state is really not good.

He has not slept for several days in order to endure the eagle, and his spirit is already on the verge of the limit. After experiencing the illusion of Ashe created by Fiddlesticks, his spirit is even more depressed. Now even if Lothar hears Even the slightest disturbance would wear down his remaining mental strength.

“Why don’t you just sleep like this… Anyway, Zoe said that I won’t let me die…” After shooting off countless scarecrows, Lothar felt more and more tired, and Fiddlesticks didn’t attack for a long time. Come here, fight a tug-of-war with Lothar, and sooner or later Lothar will be unable to hold on.

“Damn it…” Lothar’s eyelids gradually lost their hold and were about to close slowly.

…

She looked at the little boy.

A very strange little boy, wearing a Freljord-style costume, but with an oriental face. He also carried a blue rock falcon that was considered extinct long ago. It was the symbolic eagle of Demacia. The wings on the national emblem of Demacia “Wings Embracing the Sword” were taken from the blue rock falcon. Wings, how could they be grabbed by a little boy.

These things alone are weird enough, but what’s even weirder is that beside him is the Twilight Protoss, that girl with colorful hair who can’t grow up anyway.

She saw the girl who had inherited the power of Twilight secretly smile at her when the little boy wasn’t paying attention.

Is Twilight protecting that boy? It seemed so, but why didn’t Twilight go straight to Fiddlesticks?

Moreover, the Twilight she knew was mischievous and full of bad deeds.Space and life should be just things for her to play with at will. How could she stay so honestly by the side of an ordinary little boy or because she has been far away from the starry sky and the protoss for too long. Is the perception of light obsolete?

Anyway, she felt that maybe she shouldn’t do anything.

The existence of Fiddlesticks is very special. It is a kind of existence called a demon that she can’t understand at all. All its actions subvert her understanding of magic. Not only Fiddlesticks, she has seen some other demons on the land of Demacia for hundreds of years. They are so weird and unpredictable, even with the knowledge and wisdom of the protoss, it is impossible to figure out what they are. Where did it come from and what does it mean.

She has tried to deal with demons, and all these actions are for the purpose of harming human beings, which she cannot tolerate, but she may be able to defeat them and drive them away, but she can’t kill them anyway. Backlash.

She gradually understood that the existence of the devil very restrains the weakness of the human heart. Once caught by it, no matter how powerful the magic power is, it may be swallowed.

As time passed, she no longer took action against the demons. She knew that every time she took action, the demons would get to know her better. When they really knew the fragile part of her heart, she would die too.

But tonight, a little boy walked by her side with Twilight beside him, still being attacked by demons.

Is this due to fate or the deliberate arrangement of the Twilight protoss?

Section 188

She stared closely at the Twilight Protoss, and the colorful-haired girl looked at the little boy who was about to lose it all with ease, and had no intention of helping him at all. The moment he fell, Fiddlesticks would have rushed out and eaten him to pieces, and she’d seen a lot of that.

“Should I make a move?” She was thinking.

After all, the little boy couldn’t hold on any longer. After all, he was just a child. Even veterans who had experienced many battles, few could last so long in front of Fiddlesticks. She really marveled at the willpower of this little boy.

Just because of this, she decided not to let this little boy die like this.

The moment the little boy fell, Fiddlesticks’ real body jumped out of the darkness, and its appearance became even darker and more terrifying. Countless slender shadow arms grew out of it, and they waved wildly, Crawling, rushed towards the little boy at an extremely fast speed.

She made a move.

Deep flames ignited from the black and purple thorns all over the ground. Those flames were viscous and quiet. They attached to Fiddlesticks, burning his body.

The flames only slightly blocked Fiddlesticks’ progress, but the burning thorns all over the ground suddenly stood up, entangled Fiddlesticks, and imprisoned him in place.

Fiddlesticks didn’t give up yet. It let out a manic and piercing roar. The crows who were still fighting with the falcon swooped down to the thorns and fought with them instead.

A slender shadow arm grew out of Fiddlesticks’ body. It held a crude long-handled sickle. The arm stretched out and slashed fiercely in the direction of the little boy.

A purple magic shield unfolded on the little boy.

…

Losami was blindfolded, and he really didn’t want to fall down, but he had really reached the limit, like a piece of completely carbonized firewood, which couldn’t burn no matter how ignited it was.

He fell on the ground of thorns, unexpectedly did not feel any pain, as if the thorns did not pierce him with their thorns.

The last scene Lothar saw was a pair of bare feet stepping on the thorny ground.

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Fei De… Tik…

– Whisper of the devil