Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Another black impact blew away the smoke and dust floating on the ruins. The white-haired woman was suspended, standing barefoot in the air, her eyes emitting thick purple-black magic power, and the expression on her face was full of disgust.

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

Sirik struggled to climb out of the rubble, looking at Syndra in horror, she failed, she awakened the one who could never wake up.

Okin's leg was crushed by a large rock, but he focused more on the white-haired woman than on the pain, and his face was fascinated by her strength.

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

The change of the white-haired woman is not over yet, one, two, three. Three black darkest orbs appeared beside her, revolving around her. These orbs contain immeasurable magic, they rob the sky of starlight, and the night becomes darker.

Black flames ignited from her body, and the white clothes turned into black attire under the burning of the flames. A crown appeared on top of her head, and the darkness gave it life, making it grow a pair of curved sharp horns. A darkest gem was set in the center of the crown, and black flames continued to burn.

The white-haired woman glanced around in front of her eyes. She stretched out her hand, and a dark radiation shot at Xiric, grabbed her neck from the air, and lifted her into the air.

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

"Strange...monster..." Cirick scolded hard, foaming at the mouth.

The white-haired woman released her hand a little, allowing Hiric to breathe: "How long have I been locked up?"

"Cough...cough..." Cirick smiled miserably, "For decades, we should have killed you in the first place! Syndra!"

Xirik regretted it as soon as he finished saying this. She felt Syndra's hatred, and it stabbed into her chest like a knife, making her unable to speak.

With a wave of Syndra's hand, Sirik was thrown far away like a rag, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead.

"Wait! Syndra!" Orgin hurriedly said when he saw Syndra turn his eyes to himself, "We are Ionians! We are your compatriots!"

A look of confusion appeared on "Compatriot" Syndra's face.

"Yes! We are all children of Ionia!" said Orgin eagerly, "but the Noxians have attacked our lands! They have slaughtered our people! They have taken Feilor, and you should be able to Hear the land cry! You must help us, Syndra! Help us drive the Noxians away!"

Syndra laughed suddenly.

Her smile was beautiful, but it was very penetrating in Okin's eyes.

"You're right, I'm an Ionian, that's true." Syndra slowly floated up to Orgin, "but all the pain and injustice I've been through is all thanks to my fellow citizens. ."

There was a ruthless flame in her eyes: "I don't know any Noxians, but if they did slaughter my people, I would be very, very grateful to them."

Orgin collapsed and knelt on the spot. Only now did he realize how stupid he was. If Syndra had been so easy to persuade, the elders of Feilor would not have sealed her decades ago. .

Syndra raised her hand gently, and a darkest orb floating around her floated into her hand: "Who allowed you to do it without authorization."

Syndra said these words not to Orkin, but to the people behind her.

Karan was firmly trapped by the dark chain extending from the orb. His sharp claws were only a little distance from Syndra's back, but at this time he could no longer move. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break it. Unlock the magic wrapped around him.

Syndra turned and looked directly into Karan's yellow eyes: "I know you, you are another jailer, I felt you in my dreams."

Syndra held it with one hand, the jet-black chain slammed into Karan's flesh, and a large amount of blood spurted out. For the first time, this strong Vastaya knelt on the ground weakly.

"You monster!" Karan growled, "Kill me if you have the seeds!"

Syndra flicked her finger lightly, and Orkin, who had lost her fighting spirit, was thrown away by her. On the other side of the Dreaming Pool, the roots of the ancient tree spread out, and it seemed that she was going to recapture Syndra.

"I won't kill you." Syndra shot black radiation from her hand, grabbed Karan, and threw it to the root of the tree.

The root of the tree completely bound the male lion and brought it back to the fantasy pool.

"It's your dream, jailer." Syndra happily watched Karan fall into a helpless slumber and turned his eyes to the person furthest away.

The black-haired boy was expressionless, neither fled in fear nor froze in place, he just stood there, silently feeding Syndra a lot.

Syndra floated in front of the boy, and the boy had two completely different magic fluctuations.

"It was you who woke me up." Syndra said, her hand lightly pressed against the boy's face, feeling the 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 on her body. On the contrary, the depression she had been sleeping for decades made her release her magic more wildly, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted. Ordinary people simply cannot bear such power, especially for Ionians, the existence of Syndra is a disaster in itself.

But the Ionian boy just looked at him like that, showing no emotion at all.

Through skin-to-skin contact, Syndra also felt that the boy's body also contained a strong magic power.

"Is this what he relies on?" The black flame in Syndra's eyes burned even more intensely.

The boy tilted his head suddenly.

It was only then that Syndra realized that the Ionian boy wasn't unresponsive, but that his only reaction was... bewilderment.

"Are you here to kill me too?" Syndra asked.

The boy suddenly made a gesture.

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

But the boy didn't use magic, he was just beginning to gesturing and speaking in strangely accented language.

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 power is inexhaustible.

- Syndra

Chapter 185 Choice

Lothar really didn't understand what the white-haired woman in front of him was saying.

He could faintly hear that she was speaking Ionian, but the woman's accent was so strong that Lothar felt like she was learning Ionian for nothing.

Syndra and Lothar had a few conversations. Both tried to communicate in Ionian, but the results were unsatisfactory. The two didn't understand anything but the other's name.

Syndra found that the Ionian boy's attire didn't look like Ionian at all, he should have grown up somewhere else.

Syndra felt a little disinterested. Although the boy woke her up, she couldn't get any information if she couldn't communicate. Killing him didn't seem to make sense.

"Forget it, no one can bind me anymore." Syndra decided to ignore the boy, she was free, and she would no longer be controlled by anyone.

"First of all, I want a home that will never be disturbed by other people." Syndra flew into the sky and overlooked Philo from a high altitude.

Lothar watched Syndra gradually fly away, confused, he still didn't quite understand what happened.

"It seems that a very important guy has been released." Lothar scratched his head, but the woman didn't attack him, and he didn't seem to have any reason to attack her first, "Let's see if Karan is still alive, ask What the **** happened to him."

Lothar, with a bunch of doubts in his heart, was about to walk towards the ruins, but the ground began to tremble.

"No way." Lothar stared at the sky in a stunned manner.

...

Karan knelt on the ground, motionless, waiting reverently.

He was waiting for the prophet to speak.

The prophet's appearance is very strange, her skin is purple, even the petals of the purple night sable are not as dreamy as her skin color.

She was dressed in a yellow shirt, with a single horn in front of her forehead that glowed like a crystal agate, and she had legs that looked like goat hooves.

Maybe most people who see her will think that she has the blood of Vastaya, but Karan knows that she is not Vastaya, her existence is even much older than her ancestors, and the magic she uses even Beyond the very concept of magic, it is a true power that cannot be learned and understood.

Because of this, Karan has no doubts about her power.

The Prophet clasped her fingers together and prayed to a crescent-shaped staff. She opened her eyes, which were like bright stars, and the whole cave became bright and warm because of her eyes.

But Karan's heart sank to the bottom.

He saw sadness in the prophet's eyes.

"You will face a choice." The Prophet said, her voice was as quiet as a fallen leaf falling on the lake, "An extremely painful choice."

Karan took a deep breath, he was already mentally prepared: "Please tell me what to do."

"I can't tell you what to do, I can only tell you that there are two roads, each of which is a thorny road, and there is no light at the end."

"Please say."

"The first, you stand up against the enemy who invaded the First Lands. In the Presidian of Navoli, there will be a great battle, and with your help, you will win the battle with difficulty, and you will be honored As a hero, you and your soulmate will live happily ever after. But you will be doomed to send a pair of children under your knees, and they will all die."

Karan felt as if his heart had been slapped by a whip: "What about the other one?"

"You will fight alongside your enemies, you will kill many of your people, and everyone in the First Land will hate you, Vastaya and human. You will never see your soul, you will Forever bearing the name of a traitor. You will go to Philore, where you will guard the Dream Pool."

"Where are my boys?"

"They'll live, they'll hate you for the rest of their lives, and you'll never see each other again."

"But they will live"

"Yes." The Prophet stroked the top of Karan's head sympathetically. "I'm sorry, child, it was a difficult choice."

"No, Prophet," Callan said. "The choice is simple."

The Prophet sighed softly and already knew Karan's choice. She continued: "If you choose this path, you must know that you must never let go of the people in the Dream Pool."

"What will be the consequences"

"She will wreak havoc in the First Lands, and your children will not be spared."

"I see." Karan said decisively.

He looked down at his claws, the claws hidden in the pads of flesh so sharp that he had sworn to use them to defend his clan.

But now, he was about to break his oath.

...

"Hey, wake up."

It was a Noxian word that woke Karan, and the cold.

He opened his eyes, and there were countless icicles under him, rising from the fantasy pool, supporting him in the air.

"I'm dreaming." Karan shook her body and shook the splash from her hair.

The young mage from the imperial capital stood on the ruins: "You finally woke up. If you don't wake up, I will consider stabbing you."

Karan jumped to the edge of the pool and held Lothar's shoulder: "What about her?"

"Did you mean the woman named Syndra?" Lothar pouted and pointed to the sky, "It's there."

Karan looked up at the sky, fear and shock running through his spine like an electric current.

It was already noon, the sky was brightly colored by the sun, and the huge object above the flowing clouds could be clearly seen.

Fortress of Philor.

The fortress is suspended in the sky along with a large area of ​​Philore land, and the gravel hangs around it, forming a sky castle.

And above the castle, the huge dark sphere like the sun told Karan whose masterpiece it was.

Syndra single-handedly made the entire fortress rise to the ground.

Karan was speechless, he knew that Syndra was powerful, and her murderous name had spread throughout the half-born land decades ago, but such a terrifying power...

Karan looked at the sea in the distance. One of the ships originally docked at the dock had disappeared, and all of them had become debris floating on the sea. The Noxus soldiers stationed in the fortress were afraid of bad luck.

Karan suddenly grabbed Lothar and asked loudly, "Why today! Why did you wake up when you came to Syndra! What on earth did Swain send you to!"

Lothar raised his eyebrows. The big lion seemed to have misunderstood something. He didn't know Syndra's existence at all, and Swain was only trading with him. In fact, Lothar didn't have any task at hand.

But Lothar felt that no matter what the lion said, the lion would not believe it.

Karan looked at the sky anxiously. The fortress in the sky was so far away from him that it was difficult for even a bird to fly to that height.

Seeing that Lothar said nothing, Karan pushed him away angrily.

Lothar followed Karan: "Where are you going?"

"Go find someone to deal with Syndra," Karan said fiercely. "Go back and tell Swain that if he wants to go on an expedition to Ionia, find a way to get rid of Syndra!"

"Who are you looking for!"

"It's none of your business!"

An icicle grabbed Karan's heel and dragged him to the spot.

Karan looked back at Lothar, and the boy said, "If you can really find someone to deal with Syndra, then I'll go too. The ship has been destroyed, and I can't go back to the imperial capital."

Karan narrowed his eyes, thinking about whether the boy was trustworthy: "Don't you have a mission?"

"My two... three companions are still up there." Lothar pointed to the fortress in the sky, "I will save them."