The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Dreaming

When Lothar and Tyrone returned to Darius’ mansion, Samira was sitting there.

This female mercenary bought a large lump of raw beef from nowhere, and was cutting it into thin slices with a knife, dipping it in wasabi and soy sauce with lemon and chili.

“Is it delicious?” Lothar sat in front of Samira and watched her eat the meat, “Dipping raw beef, I remember it is a traditional food in northern Shurima, it seems that your dipping sauce lacks the powder of Mishaxiang .”

“Misha incense is difficult to preserve. You can’t buy it here in Noxus, so you can only eat it.” Samira’s attitude towards Lothar was much colder than when they were playing cards. Thin translucent beef slices, dipped in the dipping sauce and thrown into the mouth, chewing while saying, “It’s really bad in taste, have you been to Shurima?”

“I’m familiar with it.” Lothar pointed to the raw beef in front of him, “Can I have some?”

Samira pulled the plate half a table away from her: “I’m sorry, I don’t like to eat with the magic stick, I will get infected.”

Lothar asked curiously: “You seem to really hate magic sticks. Why? It’s not just because you’ve been cheated, right?”

“I don’t like men who ask questions.” Samira smiled, but that smile already contained threats.

Lothar spread out his hands: “It seems that I have been deducted points in your heart again, what a pity.”

“Just know.” Samira pulled out a pistol from her waist and slapped it hard on the table. “If you deduct points, you’ll be shot.”

Lothar raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender. He saw Tyrone standing alone with his back against the wall and his eyes closed, and the door of Darius’ room was closed again: “It seems that the object we want to protect I’m back, and I’ve already fallen asleep, it seems that there’s no need for all three of us to stay awake and watch the night, how about taking turns sleeping?”

“If you want to sleep, go to bed first, I’m going to finish my beef.” Samira said casually.

“I’ll sleep first.” Tai Long said something unexpectedly, and then said something while maintaining a standing posture.

“He sleeps standing up.” Samira looked at Tai Long in surprise, “What a weird person.”

“It’s not surprising that an assassin has learned to rest in all kinds of harsh environments.” Lothar looked at Tailong motionless, and his breathing became very slow, “He slept soundly, every assassin knows that a good sleep is beneficial. How important it is, after all, the nerves are tense every minute and every second when you are awake.”

Samira had no plans to continue chatting with Lothar. She ate the rest of the beef in silence, said to Lothar, “I’m going to sleep too,” and then lay down on the sofa with a blanket.

Lothar looked out the window, there were still about two or three hours before dawn.

“Will Nocturne act again…” Lothar looked at the sleeping Tai Long and Samira. He flipped his hands, and a cloud of dark green souls appeared in his hands.

This little ghost is so dilapidated that there is almost only a wisp of soul left, and it is completely unrecognizable as it was when it was alive.

But Lothar knew who it was, it was the remnant soul of the soldier who died in the third room just now.

“People who are killed by demons, even their souls will become dilapidated…” Lothar looked at the soul in his hand, he didn’t think the demon would understand necromancer magic, and this soul didn’t look like it was destroyed by magic like this Yes, it was more like being cut apart by a force that Lothar did not know, and turned into such a sad shape, even if Lothar put this soul back into the body of the dead, it would not be able to save it.

“Stinky girl…” Lothar couldn’t help but think of the little girl on Shadow Island who was also crippled, and his mood suddenly became much worse.

A book suddenly appeared in Lothar’s hand. He turned the pages and chanted softly in an incomprehensible voice: “Death comes quietly and goes quietly.”

All the breath of the living on Lothar’s body disappeared at once, and people could no longer feel the smell, temperature, breath, and sound.

Lothar stood up and walked towards Samila. His footsteps were light and slow, so that Samila would not notice his approach.

Samira fell asleep with her eyes closed, but Lothar felt that she was actuallyShe was just in a light sleep, and a slight movement would wake her up, but Lothar would not cause any movement now, even if Lothar was secretly touching her chest, she would not be able to detect it.

But Lothar won’t do that.

In addition to being in a light sleep, Samira also carried some strange things on her body, such as a small bottle filled with camel bone oil, a dried hemlock pendant, an iron bracelet with picture runes, and so on. The blanket she was covering had a faint smell of magic.

“As expected of a mercenary licking blood on the edge of a knife, with so many props to defend against magic and Gu, it seems that she really doesn’t trust me at all, or she doesn’t trust the mage at all.” Lothar thought, “But such a shallow Sleeping is not enough, let her sleep soundly.”

Lothar flipped through the “Book of the Dead” and found a hypnotic mantra: “The grave is the cradle of eternal sleep.”

Samira’s eyelids blinked quickly, and her consciousness quickly became blurred. Soon, Samira opened her mouth slightly and fell into a deep sleep.

“Very good, as expected of necromancer magic that few people have mastered, none of these defensive magic props on Samira were triggered.” Lothar thought, and then he held the remnant soul in his hand above Samira’s head, Softly chanting Ou Chen’s mantra, “The dead have no secrets.”

The remnant soul began to gather its remaining strength, and finally turned into a little cute ghost. It looked at Lothar, then at Samira, jumped off Lothar’s hand, and got into the into Samira’s head.

Introducing the soul into the body, this is the necromancy magic that Karthus used secretly on Lothar, sneaking into a person’s body through the dead spirit, not only can spy on other people’s memories, but also tamper with it to a certain extent, Karthus once used This magic spied on Lothar’s memory, and made him temporarily forget the existence of the pure white hunting bow.

A soul thread was attached to Lothar’s hand, leading the ghost that sneaked into Samira’s mind.

Section 336

He wants to sneak into Samira’s dream.

“If only Lilia’s Mengchen was still in my body.” Lothar thought regretfully, the power of that deer is the power of dreams, and there is no need for Mengchen in Lothar to bother to spy on other people’s dreams.

Lothar closed his eyes and began to receive what the little ghost saw.

The heat, the yellow sand, the crowded crowd, and the loud hawking.

Samira’s dream began in a bustling market in Shurima.

Lothar turned into a passerby in the market. He looked up at the venomous sun in the sky, and then looked at the place in front of him where many people gathered.

“Don’t miss it when you pass by! The best acrobatics in Shurima! The best acrobatics in Shurima!” Loud shouts pierced through the noisy voice of the crowd.

“Is someone doing a show?” Losa stepped into the crowd and came to the front of the crowd.

He saw a family of three performing.

A strong man extended his arms to show the audience his muscular body. He was picking up a piece of honeydew melon and popping it with his armpits. The juice dripping on the ground attracted several cats and dogs to come and lick it .

A beautiful and generous bronze-skinned woman, wearing a Shurima characteristic gauze dress and a gold pendant, is dancing a moving belly dance. Her willow waist and hips are flexible and twist like a snake. That figure not only attracts men , even women are fascinated by her.

But what Lothar paid attention to was a little girl between the two of them.

The little girl looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with black hair like her father and fair complexion like her mother, but she neither showed her muscles like her father nor danced with her mother, she was doing something quite Dangerous acrobatics – swallowing fire.

The little girl put the flaming torch into her mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and stuck her neck in pain amidst the exclamation of the crowd, but her painful expression quickly turned into naughty, the pain just now was nothing more than Teasing the audience, she puffed up her lips, and a mouthful of fire was sprayed into the sky by her, which won bursts of applause and coins thrown at her feet.

Lothar stared at the little girl happily picking up money on the ground: “This is Samira when I was a child… she’s pretty cute.”

Lothar saw a younger child sneaking into the field and also wanted to pick up money on the ground.

“Hey! Brat! That’s the money we earned!” Samira was barefoot, kicked up the sand on the ground with a sliding shovel, tripped the kid who stole the money to the ground, and then grabbed his collar and began to savagely Slapped him hard, and turned the child into a pig’s head with two slaps. All this was done in just three breaths. Even Samira’s movements were by adult standards. :9?8;0;2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 is also scary fast.

“Well, I was wrong. Samira was still not very cute when she was a child.” Lothar looked at Samira beating someone with a funny face.

“Samila!” The beautiful woman who was dancing stopped dancing. She strode up to Samira’s side, grabbed her ears, and dragged her away from the child.

The child who had been beaten miserably did not dare to steal any money anymore, and fled into the crowd in the posture of a dog crawling, never to be seen again.

“Everyone!” Samira’s father announced loudly, “This is the end of today’s performance! Welcome everyone to join us tomorrow! It’s still the same place!”

People dispersed one after another, and Samira’s mother half-kneeled in front of her, helping Samira wipe the sweat from her forehead: “Didn’t I tell you, don’t hit people easily, if you get into trouble, it will be difficult to deal with. ”

Samira pouted disdainfully: “He stole our money! It’s cheap to beat him up! ”

“Well done, my little princess.” Samira’s father hugged Samira and kissed her hard on the face.

“Oh! Dad, your beard is so hard!” Samira scolded her father with a smile.

“Husband!” Samira’s mother said angrily to her husband with her hands on her hips, “Don’t spoil her for everything! You will spoil her!”

“I’m just such a precious daughter. I don’t spoil her.” Samila’s father put his daughter on his neck. “We made a good profit today, so I’ll bring you something to eat tonight!”

Samira’s eyes lit up: “I want to eat raw beef!”

“Okay!” Samira’s father spun around on the ground, making Samira who was sitting on his neck giggle.

“Really.” Samira’s mother looked helplessly at her husband and daughter, with a smile on her face, “Only [source’ group]: 9?8;0;2?.0′ .5,,8″5. ;6 Eat half a catty, if you eat too much meat, you will gain weight. ”

“Know it!”

The family of three happily packed up the performance props and walked in another direction of the city.

“A happy family.” Lothar thought, he didn’t get involved, this was just Samira’s dream, and it would be meaningless for him to talk to Samira in the dream now.

Before the Samira family got out of Lothar’s sight, the surrounding environment suddenly changed dramatically.

Lothar looked at all this calmly. The dream is a reappearance of people’s real experience. It is not surprising that anything happens.

It’s still the same city, with the same scorching sun and yellow sand, the only difference is that the hustle and bustle and peace of the past no longer exist, replaced by bloody massacres and sacrifices.

“Dedicated to our great ancestor of witchcraft! Xerath!” A group of heavily armed fanatics set up a witchcraft altar in the center of the city. Burn them to ashes.

“Zeras…” Lothar frowned upon hearing this name.

Lothar looked around. Samira was the subject of this dream, and Samira must be present in all the scenes that appeared in the dream.

Sure enough, Lothar soon discovered Samira’s family of three.

They embraced each other. Father and mother held Samira in their arms, and knelt on the square like other residents. They were guarded by the armed thugs, and their trembling bodies could be clearly seen.

No, not everyone is trembling.

Samira didn’t tremble, she didn’t cry or sob like other children, and she didn’t bury her face in her parents’ arms to escape reality.

She fixed her eyes on the barbaric ceremony that was going on at the altar. One after another, innocent civilians were burned to ashes by the witchcraft fire.

Samira’s eyes were full of anger, the anger was even worse than the blue witchcraft fire, and it quickly burned everything in the dream.

“Now I know why she hates wizards and wizards so much.” Lothar let himself be swallowed by Samira’s anger, thinking.

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All god sticks must die!

– Samira