The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Dispute

She felt something was wrong.

The little girl was walking on the path in the forest, and the soil gave her a flat footing. This is the path she often walks, and it is also the only way to see Lingliu.

The forest is so beautiful. This is the scenery that the little girl will never tire of seeing. The closer she is to the Spirit Willow, the more charming the scenery will be. No matter how many grievances she suffers in the daily life, taking it in this forest will make her happier.

But now she is not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

The little girl looked around in confusion. Something was wrong, very wrong.

She has a strong sense of déjà vu. She seems to have seen the surrounding scenery thousands of times, and even the position of every leaf seems to exist in her memory.

“Who!” She turned her head to the side vigilantly. Behind the tree, a fluffy little butt flashed past and disappeared, leaving only the rustling sound of trampling on the leaves.

“It turned out to be just a deer.” The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, “Did I overthink it? Ah Choo!”

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She turned around and wanted to continue walking, but suddenly sneezed. It was the cold wind from the forest that attacked her.

“Bad dish…” the little girl rubbed her nose and cursed secretly, if she caught a cold, she would have to be kicked out of the room by her mother to sleep in the firewood room.

She sniffled, and suddenly frowned.

This cold wind has a fishy-sweet smell.

It’s like blood.

…

Sirik drew out a dagger and walked towards Syndra.

The white-haired woman in the pool slept very peacefully, and she didn’t seem to cause any harm.

But Sirik knew that she had to die, and her power must not be awakened by the Noxus. Those ignorant lunatics arrogantly thought that everything could be their battle strength, but they didn’t understand what they were facing.

The tip of the dagger hung over Syndra’s throat.

“Wait, sister.” A hand grabbed Sirik’s wrist, and the dagger couldn’t stab it.

Sirik looked at his younger brother: “What do you want to do, Aojin”

Aojin swallowed his saliva, and said dryly: “Have you ever thought about a possibility?”

“What?” Sirik began to have a bad feeling.

“Syndra can be our strength.” Okin said, “The elders say she is very strong, and she can help us regain Faelor.”

Sirik’s heart sank to the bottom.

She knew the emotion on her younger brother’s face. Like the group of Noxians, he began to think that he could control forces that were beyond his control.

“Have you forgotten the teachings of the elders!” Sirik sternly dissuaded, “Syndra is not something we can order!”

“Of course I know we can’t control her.” Aukin was a little emotional, “but she is also an Ionian! She is our compatriot! She woke up and saw her home was invaded by Noxians. Maybe it will help Let’s kill them!”

Sirik felt that her breathing was going to be stuck. When did her brother become so stupid.

At this time, the third person without a word also came to Sirik’s side. From his face, it could be seen that he also supported Aujin’s views.

It was only then that Sirik realized how deeply her companions were obsessed with taking back their homeland, so deep that they could no longer maintain reason.

Sirik was about to say something, but the three of them looked in the direction of the temple entrance at the same time.

A burly male lion Vastaya stood there, his claws were outstretched, and sharp claws like scimitars came out of his fingers.

The bodies of the three innocent people tensed instantly. They knew that what they were facing was a vastaya.

Karan moved.

His movements were so fast that it was difficult for human eyes to catch them, but all of them were warriors who had practiced for many years, and their combat experience accumulated over the years allowed them to respond.

Aujin let go of Sirik’s hand, the blade was in front of him, and it collided head-on with the sharp claw.

But Aojin fell for it. Karan’s target was another person. The eyes of the third person without a teller were wide open, and he didn’t understand how Karan went around behind him and pierced his chest.

Sirik quickly took out a bag of hemp grass powder from her waist, which she prepared specially for Karan [source; group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 Prepared, the powder bag fell on the lion’s face, the extremely pungent smell for cats made Karan yell, and staggered back a few steps.

Sirik seized the opportunity and stabbed fiercely at the woman in the pool with the dagger in his hand, but was stopped by Aojin.

“You can’t kill her!” Aojin’s voice was so loud, “She is our hope!”

“She’s not anyone’s hope!” Sirik was almost desperate for his younger brother.

“Hahahahahahaha!” Karan rubbed his eyes, tears of blood came out, making half of his burnt face look even more terrifying. “You humans are so ridiculous that you are still fighting among yourself.”

Aukin said angrily: “You Noxus lackey, what right do you have to say that! If you hadn’t surrendered to the enemy in Presidio, how could Ionia have lost!”

“Hahahahaha!” Karan laughed heartily, “There has never been Ionia, human beings, this is just a name you took without authorization, giving you the illusion that you are actually one ethnic group. In fact, you have never been united. The cultures of thousands of mortals on earth have never been united.”

Karan flicked his paws, bloody hands splashed on the ground: “Even if I didn’t surrender to the enemy, you wouldn’t be able to win.”

“We will win!” Aojin said firmly, “You will definitely lose!”

“Win or lose.” The smile on Karan’s face disappeared, and his back was arched high again, ready [source; source group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8 “5.;6 Prepare for the second sprint, “There’s never a win or a loss, boy, and this war will never end. ”

Aojin could no longer restrain the urge to kill the Ionian traitor. He threw a few hidden weapons at Karan. The martial arts he trained hard was for this moment.

Karan’s speed was very fast, but several hidden weapons were still inserted into his body.

Kalan didn’t care, he was a vastaya, and his physique was far from comparable to that of a human being. Attacks that didn’t hit the vitals were meaningless to him except for multiple scars.

Sirik turned around quickly. She knew that Karan was killing her younger brother, but she didn’t help her. Although her heart ached, her responsibilities and missions still drove her to give up her relatives and do what she should do.

The dagger stabbed for the third time.

…

“What the hell is going on?” Lothar hid outside the temple, watching what happened inside.

Karan fought with a few intruders. Although their conversation fell into Lothar’s ears, Lothar had just learned Ionian not long ago, and these people all spoke with heavy accents. Sa understood nothing except a few sporadic words such as “war”, “betrayal”, and “unity”.

Even if Lothar came forward now, he didn’t know what he should do, so he just hid and watched the changes.

Most of Lothar’s attention was in that pool.

The white-haired woman in the pool is very beautiful. I don’t know if it’s because her hair color is the same as that of his beloved wife in the Freljord. Lothar had a good first impression of her.

“This woman seems to be the target of these intruders. They want to kill her for what they want, but these intruders seem to disagree, and Karan also cares about this woman…” Lothar thought.

What made him most curious was why this woman was sleeping here.

The battle in the temple became fierce. One of the intruders stabbed the woman in the pool with a blade.

I don’t know whether it was out of instinct or on a whim, Lothar made a move.

He didn’t use ice crystalsFlying knife, condenses water out of thin air, and then condenses into ice quasi [resource group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 The preparation time is a bit long, and it is too late.

So Lothar used a quicker method. The blood spurted out of his fingertips and coagulated instantly.

A blood ice throwing knife flew out, and flew past Karan’s armpit at a tricky angle, shooting down the dagger in the intruder’s hand.

The blood ice throwing knife fell into the pool water.

…

The little girl carefully felt the cold and bloody aura. It seemed that they did not belong to this world. They were strange, but she wanted to touch them very much.

She could faintly hear the sound of metal clashing, as if someone was fighting nearby.

No, not nearby, but very close.

“No, I shouldn’t care about these things. I should go to Lingliu’s place now and cry and tell my mother and elder brother that they treat me badly, and then those bad kids will come and throw stones at me…”

The little girl was stunned suddenly: “Why would I know what happened next?”

She doesn’t have the ability to meet the future, so there is only one possibility left.

She has experienced this countless times.

This is a dream.

Anger and resentment immediately occupied the little girl’s heart, and jet-black matter poured out of her eyes.

She is going to wake up.

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Ionia is dotted with villages and towns of many different cultures.

Most of these villages and towns rely on the martial arts practice organizations of sects or monasteries. Because the Ionians do not like disputes, some villages and towns are not even protected by armed forces at all. Ionia is endowed with rich natural resources, which makes these villages and towns basically lead a self-sufficient life, and there are very few exchanges with each other, only simple trade.

The absence of any large-scale authoritative political institutions made Ionia basically unable to be called a country.

——Excerpt from “Izreal: Travels of Ionia