The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Eggs

The cold current that Lothar felt was very subtle, almost as imperceptible as a silk thread. But Lothar’s keen perception made him feel as if a thin needle had been inserted into his skin, and this secret chill made him stop unconsciously.

Surrounded by a hot wall of fire, even the ground under your feet feels hot. Where does this chill come from?

As if inspired, Lothar followed the chill.

Among the inconspicuous ruins of the burned camp, Lothar found the source of the chill.

He used his feet to dig through the charred ruins and found something.

A piece of ice, a piece of transparent ice, a piece of egg-shaped ice.

“This is” Lothar has never seen such a thing. There are indeed many ice sculptors in the Freljord. They are devoted to carving ice into all kinds of beautiful handicrafts, some of which are extremely complex and exquisite. Compared with his works, this egg-shaped ice cube is not very brilliant.

But for some reason, Lothar felt some natural beauty from this egg, and it took him a few minutes of daze before he thought of taking it out.

Strange to say, this ice cube egg showed no sign of melting even though it was in the fire, and there were not even water droplets on the surface. If it wasn’t for the fact that it didn’t exude the stinging chill that can be felt from a distance like true ice, but rather a soft and icy touch, Lothar would have suspected that it was actually a piece of true ice.

Lothar picked up the ice cube egg. The ice cube was as big as his head.It’s not very heavy.

“Could it be empty inside?” Lothar tapped the ice cube egg lightly, and the sound he made told him that the egg was really hollow.

“The sword…leave…it…” A weak voice suddenly entered Lothar’s mind, and he was so frightened that he trembled. This voice did not pass through his ears, but directly rang in his mind.

“Who is that you?” Lothar looked at the ice egg in his arms. It seemed impossible that the sound was made by anything else besides it.

“Leave…the sword…don’t…touch…” The voice did not answer Lothar’s question, but kept repeating weak words.

Lothar’s heart began to pound, and he probably already guessed the identity of the egg in his arms.

According to myths and legends, Anivia will never really die. Her death is actually Nirvana. She will be reborn to her original appearance and experience her life all over again.

“Damn it!” Lothar suddenly realized something, Dan told him that the words were very clear—there was a problem with the giant sword that fell with the scarlet giant.

Section 62

“Damn it!” Lothar didn’t care that he might be holding a god in his arms. He rushed back to where the sword was, and he wanted to tell everyone to stay away from it.

“Leave…that…sword…don’t touch it…” Bingdan’s voice kept repeating, as if she was really urging Lothar to hurry up.

But Lothar was still too late.

“Ahh!”

The sound of fighting spread into his ears, and Lothar saw the warriors of the tribe falling in a pool of blood one by one at an extremely fast speed. Take your life.

But the murderer was another warrior.

Lothar recognized his face, he was a member of Tryndamere’s men. He was holding the giant sword in his hand. Even though the giant sword was several times bigger than himself, he was still able to lift it up.

The warrior’s face was ferocious and terrifying, and the skin all over his body was wriggling, as if there were countless insects hidden underneath. Every time he killed a person, his skin became more and more red, and his body size became larger and larger. The flesh and blood of the dead merged into his body, making him more and more deformed.

“What are you doing! Hank!” Tryndamere also rushed over, calling out the name of the warrior with the giant sword.

But that warrior didn’t respond at all. He was just laughing wildly, roaring, and slaughtering every living creature within sight.

“What’s going on?” The thoughtless Olaf also dared to come when he heard the sound. He found Lothar at a glance, and hurried over to ask him, “Hey, boy, what’s the situation now? What are you holding?”

Lothar looked at the giant sword nervously. There seemed to be a heart beating on the giant sword. Every time someone was killed, the color of the heart became more and more strange.

“That person is under control!” Lothar shouted loudly, speaking to both Olaf and Tryndamere, “That sword is the enemy!”

Tryndamere immediately understood the situation, and commanded: “Attack that sword!” Then he raised his weapon and took the lead in charging.

“There’s a fight! I’m going too!” Olaf also excitedly followed.

But the situation was beyond everyone’s expectations. The giant sword kept sucking in flesh and blood, and then filled it to the bearer’s body. The controlled warrior’s stature skyrocketed, as tall as a tree. The clothes and armor all over his body were bursting, his skin was so red and black, strange-shaped barbs grew on his body, and membranous wings grew out of his back, just like the scarlet giant.

It was only then that Lothar understood one thing – the Scarlet Giant is not dead, or in other words, that sword is the Scarlet Giant’s body, and only those who hold it will become the Scarlet Giant.

“Ahh!” Tryndamere was not afraid, and the cold iron sword slashed at the scarlet giant’s leg, but only left a shallow mark.

Olaf also joined the battle, but the damage he caused was not significant

The scarlet giant let out an ugly roar. He didn’t know whether he was enraged or simply wanted to be bloodthirsty. His giant sword swept across everything around him mercilessly. The scarlet sword energy dispersed, and all the warriors within the range were chopped off at the waist. Only Tryndamere and Olaf used their weapons to protect themselves in time, but they were still blown away from afar. Losar was also affected.

The ice egg in his arms blocked the sharp sword energy for him, but the unparalleled terrifying impact was not removed. Lothar’s body was hit directly, and his whole body fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.

His chest cavity was completely shattered, ice cubes were embedded in it, all internal organs were shattered, and a huge amount of blood oozed out of it.

Surprisingly, Lothar did not lose consciousness immediately, he moved his body with difficulty, he wanted to escape.

“I… can’t die here…” Lothar’s last desire to survive supported him to escape, but he couldn’t stop the loss of blood.

Finally, Lothar stopped breathing.

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“Mommy mommy!”

“Come on, my little brat, where did we talk last time?”

“You said you wanted to tell me how Anivia fought against a powerful enemy!”

“Yes, that’s right. Anivia is a god, but sometimes a god will encounter an extremely powerful opponent. She will use all her strength to die with the enemy.”

“But won’t she die in this way?”

“Of course not my dear. Anivia is the god of eternal life and the god of reincarnation. Every time she dies, she is not a real death, but turns into her newborn appearance.”

“an egg”

“That’s right.”

“Wow! Then will she hatch again?”

“Of course, one day, sheShe will break out of her shell again, grow back into a new Anivia, and continue to protect the Freljord. ”

“Has she always done this?”

“Yes, she has been doing this for millions of years.”

“Won’t she get tired? Or won’t it hurt to die if you hate doing this all the time?”

“Oh, my dear. Protecting the things you love, you will never feel tired or bored no matter what, just like I want to protect you and you want to protect your mother. This is a feeling that blood is thicker than water.”

“So Anivia loves the Freljord”

“She loves her more than anyone else.”

–bed time story