The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Phantom of Fear

“Ash” Lothar stared blankly at the little girl, “Why are you here?”

“Lothar…” Ashe’s face was faintly visible under the light of the torch, and he couldn’t see clearly, but Lothar recognized those eyes, which seemed to hold the coldness of the entire Freljord, pure and beautiful .

“Hey!” The falcon standing on Lothar’s shoulder suddenly woke up. It spread its wings, its feathers stood on end, and neighed at Ashe.

“Quiet, quiet…” Lothar grabbed the falcon’s beak, “She is a friend, not an enemy.”

Falcon was still shaking his head and shaking his head non-stop, even kicking Lothar’s face with his claws, struggling very fiercely.

“What’s the matter, did you eat barbecue and eat your stomach? Ashe, wait! I’ll get this guy honest first…” Lothar grabbed the falcon’s wing root, but the falcon was too strong, and it was it Lothar was tossed enough by flapping his wings all the time.

“Lothar…” Ashe’s voice came again.

“What…what’s the matter?” Lothar spat out the feathers in his mouth, desperately holding down the falcon that had been screaming at Ashe, “I’m sorry, I just caught this guy, he’s a little dishonest…”

“Lothar…” Ashe walked a little closer to Lothar.

“Wait, Aixi, don’t come here! There are many thorns here!” Before Lothar finished speaking, Aixi had already walked into the range of the bright light of the torch.

Lothar was stunned for a moment, because Ashe’s face was full of tears.

“You…why are you crying?”

“Lothar…why…” Ashe’s voice was trembling all the time, her young body seemed to be crushed by a boulder, and she might fall apart at any moment.

“What…why?” Lothar felt a strange feeling in his heart. All his perceptions told him that the person in front of him was undoubtedly Ashe, but he felt hairy for no reason.

“Why…you didn’t save me?” Ashe grabbed Lothar’s arms and said hoarsely.

Lotha looked at Aixi’s teary eyes in a panic, not knowing what Aixi was talking about, and said incoherently: “I…you…blood…don’t cry…”

“It’s late! It’s late! He’s already…” Ashe’s words were caught in the middle, and Lothar saw a tall black figure standing behind her, her neck was severely strangled by a big hand, the young Ashe’s neck was so slender that the big hand felt like it could be easily snapped with just a little effort.

“Who is it! Let go of your hand!” Lothar glared at the black figure that suddenly appeared behind Ashe, and raised the torch, illuminating his face and the one-eyed totem on his face.

Frost Priest, Marukolo.

The dark chess sent by Lissandra to Avarosa.

“Avarosa’s war mother Glenna vainly attempted to get involved in the throne of Avarosa. It is an unforgivable crime.” Marukolo said coldly, “I would like to follow the orders of my lord Lissandra, and destroy all Avarosa. family.”

“No!” Lothar exclaimed.

Click!

Marukolo didn’t give Lothar a chance to stop him. With a twist of his hand, Ashe’s neck snapped like a twig.

Lothar felt that his whole body was covered with ice, which was even more heart-wrenching than the extreme cold he experienced at the bottom of the Howling Abyss.

He couldn’t understand what was happening now, he could only look at Ashe’s head tilted away, those eyes were no longer clear and transparent, and they no longer smiled at Lothar, replaced by endless hatred.

“Lothar…why…you didn’t come…save me…” Ashe’s words echoed in Lothar’s ears over and over again.

This sentence seems to be piercing into Lothar’s soul, and it has been lingering in Lothar’s ears.

“Don’t…don’t…don’t say any more!” Lothar covered his ears, but instead of weakening, the voice became louder and shriller.

“Lothar!!! You!!! Why!!! Didn’t come to save me!!!” Ashe’s words were hoarse to the extreme at this moment, like the uncomfortable noise produced when a stone rubs against an iron surface, but still It’s infinitely worse than that.

Lothar’s ears were bleeding, and he couldn’t feel anything anymore. Apart from the never-ending noise that pierced his ears, there was nothing in his world.

“Little Lothar!” A sound as crisp as a spring hitting a stone, and like a gem falling to the ground, penetrated the overwhelming harsh noise and woke up Lothar.

Lothar raised his head abruptly. Ashe and Marukolo in front of him were gone. What he saw in his eyes was a head that was about to be swallowed and crushed. Jaws of metal fangs.

Lothar immediately stuffed the torch into that mouth, and the bloody mouth was blocked by the torch. The monster screamed and ate the torch, and Lothar took the opportunity to jump backwards. He felt that he was being connected by two rows of familiar ribs. live.

“Little Lothar, are you okay?” Zooey knocked Lothar on the head, “Really, why don’t you let my sister worry so much, she left for a while and you almost died.”

“Zoe” Lothar grabbed the rope that tied the falcon, stared at the monster figure that had chewed the torch in two or three bites in front of him, “What is that!”

The monster looked like a human being, but its body was disproportionately deformed. It was as thin as a stick, bent over, and its upper body seemed to be covered with a piece of torn sackcloth. It holds a sickle-shaped weapon in one hand, and the other hand is very long, dragging on the ground, and its fingers look sharper than the blade.

The figure of the monster only appeared for a moment. After the torch was eaten by it, its figure disappeared into the darkness again. Lothar could only see the faint red light protruding from its head, as well as the ghosts coming out of it. Unpleasant metal rubbing sound.

“This monster looks really ugly.” The torch was gone, and Zoe’s colorful long hair became the only light source now. She didn’t seem to be afraid at all, and even commented on the appearance of the monster.

“It’s attacking me!” Lothar pulled out the knife from his waist, and at the same time grabbed the falcon that was still struggling to fly away. “Sister! Kill it!”

“Did you forget something, little Lothar?” Zooey poked Lothar’s face jokingly, “Didn’t I say that I will help you with nothing in Demacia except to find Baimuyan. ”

“Then why did you save me just now?”

“I’m your older sister. At most, I can only protect you from death. The rest is up to you.” Zooey let go of Lothar’s hand and cheered for him, “Come on, little Lothar! If you can get rid of this ugly demon, you will become a protoss directly!”

“What kind of devil is that devil?” Lothar wanted to ask clearly, but the figure of the skinny monster completely disappeared into the darkness, and the piercing metallic noise also stopped abruptly.

Lothar could only hear the fluttering and screaming of the falcon, as well as his own heavy heartbeat and breathing. He held the knife tightly and felt everything around him nervously.

He knew that the monster hadn’t left. This was his intuition from being a hunter for so long.

But this time, Lothar was the prey.

“Let me give you a little hint, little Lothar, you should know about this ugly devil.” Zooey seemed to take out a bag of potato chips and eat them, thinking about it.

“I know”

“Well, this ugly devil is quite famous, and it is known in many places.” Zoe ate a piece of potato chips, “It’s called Fiddlesticks.”

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Fiddlesticks’ story is very special.

At first glance, it is nothing more than an ordinary ghost story – a man-eating demon – but what is unusual about it is that its stories have spread too widely.

Demacia, Noxus, Freljord, Ionia, Shurima, Piltover Zaun, Bilgewater… You can hear about Fiddlesticks in any remote place s story.

Although the descriptions of Fiddlesticks’ image in different regions are slightly surprising, they are generally consistent – a skinny and shabby strange figure, wielding a scythe, accompanied by a group of crows, harvesting the lives of the victims.

What’s interesting is that many local folks not only attribute the missing persons to Fiddlesticks, but also regard some lunatics who suddenly became insane as people who “unfortunately” survived from Fiddlesticks.

And these lunatics will really claim that Fiddlesticks destroyed their minds.

They usually say that Fiddlesticks knows what their fears are.

——”Folk Strange Tales”