Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"Swain is up" Lothar followed the crow up.

Gradually, Lothar could hear some slashing noises, though they were masked by the thunderous flapping of the wings of the crows, but they were there.

"Swain's men haven't finished the battle... I hope Draven didn't go crazy and bring those mushrooms..." Lothar had no plans to join the battle. His only deal with Swain was to kill the emperor.

Where the raven took Lothar took him by surprise.

The audience hall, where Lothar and Darkwill just met.

"I came back here after a long time..."

Lothar rushed to the audience hall, but did not see the back of the old man in the coat.

A magic chain drilled out of the floor, strangling the crow that led the way to Lothar, without leaving a body, the crow seemed to have evaporated directly.

In front of the throne, stood the white-robed female mage.

"The ghost doesn't dissipate..." Lothar looked at the female mage, her robe was completely stained with blood, and Lothar could smell the strong **** smell on her body from a distance.

The female mage raised her staff, and the light at the tip of the staff lit up.

Lothar waited in earnest, and quickly summoned an ice shield.

But the light on the female mage's staff just flashed, and then dimmed again.

She bent her knees and supported her staff in both hands, looking weak.

"Is she hurt so badly?" Lothar thought to himself, "Should I take advantage of now..."

The female mage's staff lit up again.

"Try it, otherwise it will be very troublesome for her to keep pestering me. If it's a big deal, she will lose an arm or a leg and run away." Lothar rushed straight to the female mage, and threw a few ice knives.

The female mage summoned the magic chain with some difficulty, and stopped several flying knives in the air, but one missed and stabbed into her shoulder.

"She is really weak!" Lothar chased after the victory, the flying knife flew towards the female mage from all angles, and at the same time condensed an ice sword in his hand.

The female mage was unable to resist, and several flying knives plunged into her body.

She tried desperately to unleash the magic to stop Lothar, but it was too late.

The ice sword pierced her chest fiercely.

Lothar's hand, through the hilt of the sword, really felt the feel of the blade cutting into the flesh.

The female mage spit out a large mouthful of blood, the blood spilled on the ice sword, and then dripped to the ground.

"Success?" Lothar was a little surprised, "I killed her?"

Losar's eyes flashed, and the appearance of the female mage in her eyes began to distort, and finally turned into a familiar face to Losar.

Swain.

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I'm the most annoying to fight with mages, don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid, I just hate their tricks that seem to be inexhaustible. I know a lot of great mages, and you never know what kind of weird magic they will play back next second to disgust you.

Really annoying.

- Draven

Chapter one hundred and seventy-three tricks

Swain's crimson left arm firmly grasped Lothar's ice sword, and said plainly: "You fell into her illusion, it's me."

Lothar hesitated to release the ice sword, which was gently thrown by Swain and shattered into ice cubes on the floor.

Seeing Lothar looking at him suspiciously, Swain explained: "Ms. Pale's usual trick, she likes to let the enemy cut off her own neck."

Lothar took a few sniffs, and the **** aura that was so strong just now disappeared, as if what she had just experienced was really just an illusion.

"Wait..." Lothar suddenly realized that the place he was standing was exactly where he stood when he first came to the audience hall to meet Darkwill.

"Have I ever left here?" Lothar suddenly began to feel that all his memories of going underground were a little unreal.

The candlestick next to the throne was still flickering with flames.

"Darkwill said these flames were a symbol of his life, so he's not dead yet? No...he might be lying..."

Swain patted Lothar's shoulder lightly: "Don't be in a daze, have you killed Darkwill?"

"No...don't know..."

"Did you fail..." Swain didn't seem surprised, "Then the next battle will be very long."

He turned around and sat on the throne: "I will use magic to find out Darkwill's position, it may take a while, there are too many magical barriers in the immortal fortress, during my search, don't let anyone come. Excuse me, there are some powerful palace guards in the fortress, be careful yourself."

Lothar nodded.

Swain closed his eyes, and several crows got out of his coat, flew out of the audience hall, and went to all directions of the immortal fortress.

Lothar looked at Swain silently.

His ears moved, and there was some movement behind him.

At the entrance of the audience hall, a person walked slowly.

The second Swain, surrounded by crimson magic, has a pair of huge black wings behind him.

"It's illusion again..." Lothar sighed, looking at Swain on the throne, and at Swain at the gate, "Which of you two is real?"

"It should be faster to tell you the answer with facts." Swain at the gate stretched out his finger, and an electric light burst from his fingertips, hitting Swain on the throne.

Swain on the throne groaned, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Fakes can't defeat the real body." Swain, who had wings on his back, strode forward, the electric light in his hands condensed, and the color became darker and darker, as if he was going to give Swain a fatal blow on the throne.

Lothar's eyes were attracted by another thing.

Ice sword fragments lying quietly on the floor.

Swain walked past them, his figure reflected in the ice crystals.

The ice showed a pale-skinned woman with a cruel smile on her face.

An ice knife stabbed straight at Swain.

Before the Ice Flying Knife touched him, Swain's body had already changed, back to the masked white-robed female mage, her staff lightly moved forward, and the Ice Flying Knife turned into water directly.

There is no blood on the female mage's body, it is obvious that the weakness shown just now is fake.

Lothar covered his hands with ice and rushed towards the female mage. He was not sure whether Swain on the throne was real, but in short, he had to escape from the audience hall first.

The female mage's body flew up like a feather, and the second female mage suddenly appeared from behind her.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth... Before Lothar approached the female mage, a dozen identical female mage suddenly appeared and surrounded him.

"Which one is real?" Lothar looked at them nervously. Whether it was appearance or smell, Lothar could not tell the difference. "Or is it all fake?"

Lothar doesn't care, since there are so many enemies, let's attack them all together.

Two ice crystal flowers bloomed from Lothar's hands, each petal is an ice blade, and there are nearly a hundred of them stacked on top of each other.

Lothar jumped into the sky, exerting force on his shoulders and waist at the same time, and the whole person began to rotate with a strange torque.

The ice crystal flowers in both hands bloom, and the ice blades descend like a torrential rain.

This is the new trick that Blade taught him, the ultimate move used in Blade Fight to attack multiple enemies at the same time.

The name is Lianhua.

Sacrifice the precise hit and arc trajectory of the throwing knife, and instead gain a very wide attack range and degree of ferocity.

A round of ice flying knives was thrown out, and the female mages were all hit. After the flying knives sank into their bodies, they disappeared into a few thin wisps of smoke.

Lothar landed on the floor again, and the severe pain of tearing muscles came from his waist and shoulders: "No wonder the blade made me use this trick less before I am not proficient. Ordinary people may be directly disabled after a few strokes."

The handle of the ice knife was inserted into the floor, and the female mage had disappeared without a trace.

The pain on his body slowly subsided, Lothar turned to look at the throne, and Swain above was still searching with his eyes closed. He seemed to be completely devoted to the magical ritual of finding Darkwill. He opened his eyes.

"This Swain... is it real?" Lothar couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

Lothar suddenly caught a figure out of the corner of his eyes.

A man is hiding behind the pillars of the audience hall.

Lothar punched in that direction, and the fierce ice magic spewed out of the fist wind, and the huge icicle directly froze the place, engulfing the hiding person.

"It hurts to death!" Lothar felt that his whole body was about to burst apart, and the backlash of excessive use of ice magic did not spare him at all, and the pain seemed to be run over by a chariot.

"Have you killed her..." Lothar looked over there with twitching eyes.

Lothar's throat suddenly became sweet, and the cold blood came out. He felt that his lungs were punctured like a balloon, completely deflated.

The pain of the magical backlash temporarily dulled Lothar's senses, and no one was standing behind him.

But through the reflection of the icicle in front of him, Lothar saw who was attacking him.

female mage.

Lothar resisted the pain, grabbed back with his backhand, and caught a slender arm.

His mouth was full of blood, he roared loudly, grabbed the arm of the female mage tightly, and forcibly twisted his body backward.

Lothar's other hand reached out to his mouth, and he caught the blood he spat out, turning it into a rough blood-crystal dagger.

He raised his dagger high and chopped it down at the female mage's head.

The female mage struggled to break free, but how could Lothar let her go.

The blood crystal dagger stabbed fiercely, and the female mage tried her best to lean back. The dagger did not pierce the top of her head, but slashed down from her left eye.

Blood splattered, and the warm blood splattered on Lothar's face, dyeing his vision red.

Lothar's eyes blinked, and he was injured. The female mage who was lying on the ground at this time had changed.

Bright red hair, exposed leather, and a cold blade.

Lothar knew her, he remembered her smell, and they lingered with each other for so many nights, pouring out false sweet words like glue.

The blood crystal dagger in "Katerina" Lothar's hand turned into blood again and drenched on the female assassin.

Katarina groaned and covered her left eye with one hand, blood constantly spilling from her fingers.

She looked up at Lothar.

Lothar will never forget this look in his life.

Anger, hatred, humiliation, unwillingness, killing intent... But more of it is ridicule, I don't know if it's towards Lothar or towards myself.

"Are you...is it true?" The severe pain on Lothar's body has not subsided, but he is more concerned about this issue at the moment.

"Am I real?" Katerina spat out a mouthful of blood, grabbed the back of Lothar's neck with one hand, and kissed Lothar's lips all at once.

A very sweet kiss.

"It still smells like this. It seems that you are real. Now do you know if I am real?" Katerina let go of her mouth and said angrily, "The first knife should really stab you in the back of the head, idiot."

Lothar looked at Katarina silently for a while, the female assassin still covered her left eye and breathed softly, she was badly injured.

Lothar turned his head and looked at the throne.

Swain on the throne was gone. The female mage leaned on the armrest of the throne with her elbows and gently supported her face with her pale palms, as if she was an audience member enjoying a play, watching Lothar and Katerina perform.

From beginning to end, Lothar was played by her in the palm of her hand.

"Can you still fight?" Lothar asked Katerina in a low voice.

"Of course, but it would be better if you hadn't slashed." Katarina released her left hand to get the knife. Her hair was scattered, covering the wound on her left eye, but blood continued to flow down her cheek. .

"Feel sorry."

"go to hell."

"Next time I'll let you slash me."

"I really made a lot of money by slashing an immortal body."

"This woman can hallucinate magic, be careful."

"I learned it when I first arrived at the Immortal Fortress. I almost died. I don't need your reminder."

"Let's make an appointment first, what if you are caught in illusion again?"

"Kiss first, she can't even imitate the taste in her mouth exactly the same."

"good idea."