"Sincerely, are you sure you didn't pester me for other reasons?"

"We could have been very good, and now, we will be a very happy couple."

"Happiness is always short-lived." Lothar was unmoved, "and the happiness promised by a spider is not credible to be honest."

Elise continued to walk in, and the spiders were less than a few steps away from Lothar: "You can't escape my spider web, Luo Ji, you are my thing."

"I don't belong to anyone." Lothar closed his eyes gently, and a long cold air flowed from every inch of his skin, "It's not yours."

Elise's eyes narrowed, and while they were talking, Lothar seemed to have some magic ready.

She stretched out her arm, and the spiders followed her instructions and rushed towards Lothar.

The cold wind blew gently across Elise's skin, making her goosebumps.

She hasn't had goosebumps in hundreds of years.

An incomparably violent magical force erupted from Lothar's body, like a monstrous flame erupting from a volcano on the surface of the earth, but what was ejected from Lothar's body was not extreme heat, but extreme cold.

The air was instantly frozen and condensed into indestructible transparent ice crystals.

Each spider was frozen and lost its life in an instant.

Elise took the cold snap head on, and the severe cold pain she had never experienced almost tore her whole body apart.

The spikes on her back flapped wildly, leading her out of the audience hall.

Elise got up from the ground trembling all over, her proud white and tender skin was frozen to death in large areas and turned into rotten flesh.

The expression on Elise's face at this time was very complicated, with anger, shock, and ecstasy.

"You are mine! Luo Ji!" Elise screamed, "you are mine!"

The audience hall has been completely filled with huge ice crystals. The ice crystals are different from ordinary ice. They are filled with unimaginable magical power. Even if ordinary people just get close, their lives may be in danger.

And the source of this magical power is Lothar, who is in the center of the ice crystal.

The pain in Lothar's body was ten times greater than Elise's.

He used his trump card, the only means he could fight against Elise - the True Ice Magic, and it was released to the maximum extent.

Lothar is not an ice bloodline, and Zhenbing is absolutely forbidden to him.

But now it is not as simple as touching. The magic power of Zhen Bing is released from his body from the outside to the inside, and Lothar's internal organs, limbs and bones are all torn and smashed, and no one is spared.

Not to mention that Lothar is not from the Frost Bloodline, even if it is the real Frost Bloodline, it will never be able to withstand such a huge amount of True Ice magic power.

But Lothar wasn't dead, and again, some incredible force within him stitched up his body.

Lothar gasped for breath, he needed to breathe, but even breathing, the air filled with the magic of True Ice made him aching.

Lothar struggled to support his body and looked out of the ice crystal. Through the ice crystal, he saw that the shadow of a graceful woman was deforming, huge spikes pierced out of her body, and then her body began to expand and twist, gradually becoming a Looks like a giant spider.

"Damn, she's really a female spider, I've slept with her for so long." Lothar wanted to vomit, but he was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to vomit.

At this time, the audience hall was completely filled with Zhen Bing, and only a small circle around Lothar was still empty, allowing him to move around a bit.

He stood up staggeringly, his brain slowly healed, and his thoughts slowly became active: "Zhen Bing doesn't know if I can stop that female spider. If she breaks all this, I really have nothing to do."

He spit out a mouthful of cold blood: "Swain is really slow enough, is Madam Pale too strong, and he hasn't done it yet."

The ice crystal began to vibrate, and the giant spider outside the audience hall was hitting it.

"It's really a monster to hit the ice with the flesh." Lothar smiled wryly, Elise's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations.

True Ice was strong, stronger than steel, but Lothar was not sure if Elise had the strength to break it.

Suddenly, the corner of Lothar's eyes caught a light and shadow.

A flicker of light and shadow was reflected on the Zhenbing beside him.

Lothar was stunned for a moment. He turned around slowly and saw the source of the light and shadow.

candlelight.

On the candlestick beside the throne frozen by Zhen, those candles are still burning.

What kind of fire can remain inextinguishable when it encounters the ice

"Darkwill said..." Lothar dragged his heavy steps towards the throne, "These candles are connected to his life..."

Candles burn in ice.

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Illusion is just an illusion, a trap hidden in the blind spot of human psychology.

The deepest secrets are often hidden beneath the most obvious appearances.

- Swain

Chapter 176 Lights out

Katarina jumped and moved on the city wall, her posture was faster than that of a bird, and she was more agile than a cunning fox.

"Hiss..." Katerina took a breath, her injuries were not minor, and her running too fast affected the wound.

But she did not slow down, but came directly to a very high sentry tower in the immortal fortress.

She swung a few times and easily jumped to the top of the tower.

Katarina took out what Lothar had entrusted to her, a cylinder.

Anyone who has served in the Noxian Army will not be unfamiliar with this thing. This is a bazooka, which is filled with traces of black powder, paint and smoke ice, and can emit eye-catching colored smoke into the sky.

Katarina skillfully tore off the leads and held the bazooka high with one hand.

boom!

A bright blue plume of smoke swooped into the sky, prominent in the dim twilight obscured by the crows.

"Let me see, who is your rescuer?" Katerina looked into the distance.

In the dark sea of ​​​​crows, a blue shadow flew over.

A vigorous bird of prey landed on the top of the tower, and its claws also grasped a figure covered in bright armor.

"Quinn!" Katarina made no secret of her disappointment, "Luo Ji's trump card is you!"

Quinn stretched out an arm, Valor stood firmly on it, and she shook her head at Katarina: "Do you think I want to interfere with your Noxian affairs? If he hadn't begged me..."

Katarina noticed the equipment on Quinn's body, the beautiful and sturdy black steel rock light armor, the new crossbow, the bulging quiver in the quiver, and even the bird was wearing a brand new armor.

"Where did you get that weapon?" Katarina frowned, she had clearly warned Quinn not to leave her base.

"Luo Ji gave it yesterday." Quinn looked up at Crow Sea in the sky, "He asked me to help him today, but he never told me that the sky would become like this."

"That guy... deliberately told me about Swain a few days in advance, asked me to find him, and then took the opportunity to contact Quinn behind my back..." Katerina guessed what happened in a few moments, extremely She gave Quinn an unhappy look.

Quinn looked at Katarina inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing...just a little disappointed." Katerina took Quinn's hand, "Forget it, it's better than nothing, come with me."

Quinn shook off Katerina's hand: "Luo Ji promised me that I would not be involved in the battle, and I would also protect Madame Lestara so that no accident would happen."

"Don't fight!" Katerina was furious, "Then what are you doing here! Are you watching a play!"

"Find someone." Quinn said, rubbing Valor's head on her arm.

Hua Luo turned his head, and his sharp eyes glanced at the entire immortal fortress.

Not a single worm can escape from under its nose.

...

Lothar swiped on the ice, and the ice covering the throne was all dispersed, and the flame on the candlestick was still burning, as if it was not affected by the outside world at all.

Lothar's hand slowly approached the candle.

It was hot, like a real fire.

A little bit of cold air flowed out of Lothar's hands, and the flames fluttered a few times with the cold wind, but it still didn't go out.

"It's not fire!" Lothar's heart sank, his hand grabbed the flame of the candle and pinched the wick firmly.

The hot touch came from his hand, but Lothar never let go. The pain was nothing compared to the cold pain he had endured for so long.

The flame in Lothar's hand was like a dying snake, twisting frantically, and the flames kept popping out of Lothar's fingers, forcing him to let go.

Lothar is just not loose.

Finally, the candle let out an unwilling neigh, a wisp of smoke rose from Lothar's fingers, and the candle went out.

At the same time, the noisy crow's chirping reached Lothar's ears through Zhen Bing, and it was the huge crowd of crows outside calling.

Lothar remembered the cries, the crows quack and quack every time Swain brought snacks to feed them.

The candle went out and the crow croaked, as if urging Lothar to continue.

Lothar walked to the second candle, reaching for the flame.

The flames suddenly jumped out high, and in the flames, the white-robed female mage looked at Lothar coldly.

This was the first time that Lothar saw the eyes of a female mage. They were amber, very beautiful, and very dazzling, like a dazzling rainbow light, and like the gleam of an abyss.

She didn't speak, but just standing like that made Lothar's hand stop in the air.

The crow's cry urged Lothar.

Lothar twitched the corners of his mouth in pain and smiled, "Ms. Pale, I will **** you to death."

Lothar speaks Freljordan, a **** learned from some berserker.

He grabbed the female mage's chest with both hands, and there was no soft and beautiful flesh to touch, but the burning of pure fiery flames.

Lothar wanted to see the anger, or even a little embarrassment, in the eyes of the female mage, but he was disappointed, and the eyes of the female mage did not waver.

"Ah!" Lothar roared, grabbing the chest of the female mage figure in the flames and twisting it. He now looks like a despicable satyr who molests a woman, but his face is full of unrestrained pleasure.

"Go to hell!" Lothar tore his hands, and the female mage in the flame was torn in half by him, turning into white smoke and dissipating.

"Ha...ha...ha..." Lothar gasped in exhaustion, the smell of burnt flesh in his hands, "Fuck, **** woman..."

When the second candle went out, there was another crow's cry outside.

He looked up and looked ahead, and there were still a few candlesticks waiting for him to extinguish.

Lothar turned and looked behind him. The figure of the giant spider outside Zhen Bing was much bigger than before. Elise actually knocked some Zhen Bing away a little and slowly approached the audience hall. There was no doubt that Zhen Bing had hurt her, and the giant spider kept screaming in terrifying pain, but she still didn't give up and kept hitting Zhen Bing.

"Women of Noxus..." Lothar went to the third candle. "It's a **** lunatic."

A third candle was attached to his hands, and a familiar face appeared in the candlelight.

Ash, she was crying.

"Still using this trick..." Lothar just hesitated for a moment, and grabbed the flame mercilessly, "I won't be deceived by you again."

Ashe's face disappeared in the flames.

Lothar successfully snuffed out the candle, and he tore off the wick, like a hunter, cutting off the viper's head alive.

Fourth, fifth, sixth...

The candles were extinguished by Lothar one by one, and the pale lady seemed to give up, and there were no hallucinations in the flames.

Finally, all the flames went out.

A huge gap appeared in the magical barrier that had been shrouded in the entire immortal fortress, and the crows that had been blocked out instantly boiled, and their cries poured into every corner of the immortal fortress like a flood. horn. Along with a thunder, the giant object outside the audience hall roared and fell.

Through Zhen Bing, Lothar saw the shadow of a giant crow. Its sharp claws stepped on the giant spider's back, and the giant spider screamed a few times and pushed the giant crow away.

The giant crow retracted its wings, leaving only the silhouette of a man outside.

Lothar lay on the stairs in front of the throne, stretched out his hand and waved, the ice in the audience slowly melted away, and the violent magic power slowly returned to Lothar.

The audience hall was reopened, and the old man standing at the gate walked in slowly.

"It's really slow enough." Lothar coughed a few times and complained.

"The pale lady is more difficult than imagined." Swain approached with a smile. "She has built the barrier in the immortal fortress for so many years, and the most critical part is still destroyed by you."

The old man bent down and stretched out his hand to the boy lying on the ground: "We won."

Lothar didn't pick it up: "Darkwill isn't dead yet."

"He can't live." Swain smiled confidently. "Without the wings that protected him, he's just a chicken to be slaughtered now."

Lothar saw that, in the sky outside the audience hall, a blue flying shadow flew by.