A familiar voice remembered beside Lothar.

"Who is it!" Lothar got goosebumps all over his body. He accidentally hit the scarecrow with the torch, and the scarecrow turned into ashes and disappeared in an instant.

Lothar had no time to be surprised, because he saw a person in the direction of the dead old tree.

ashe.

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"Lothar...why...why don't you..."

- unknown voice

Chapter 300 Fear Illusion

"Aishie" Lothar stared at the little girl blankly, "Why are you here?"

"Lothar..." Ashe's face was looming under the light of the torches and could not be seen clearly, but Lothar recognized those eyes, which seemed to contain 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 upright, and neighed at Ashe.

"Quiet, quiet..." Lothar grabbed the falcon's beak. "She's a friend, not an enemy."

Falcon was still shaking his head and shaking his head, even kicking Lothar's face with his claws, struggling fiercely.

"What's the matter, eating barbecue meat and eating a bad stomach? Ashe, wait a minute! I'll get this guy honest first..." Lothar grabbed the falcon's wing roots, but the falcon was too strong, instead it used the Has been tossing Lothar with his wing beats.

"Lothar..." Ashe's voice came again.

"What... what?" Lothar spat out the feathers in his mouth, desperately holding down the falcon who had been screaming at Ashe, "I'm sorry, I just caught this guy, it's a little dishonest..."

"Lothar..." Ashe walked slightly closer to Lothar.

"Wait, Ashe, don't come here! There are many thorns here!" Before Lothar finished speaking, Ashe 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, as if a boulder was pressed against her young body, and she might fall apart at any time.

"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 uneasy for no reason.

"Why...you didn't save me?" Ashe grabbed Lothar's arms and said hoarsely.

Lothar looked at Ashe's tearful eyes in a panic, and he didn't understand what Ashe was talking about. He said incoherently: "I...you...blood...don't cry..."

"It's too late! It's too late! He's already..." Ashe's words were stuck in half, Lothar saw a tall shadow standing behind her, her neck was severely strangled by a big hand, and the young Ai Xi's neck was so slender, that big hand felt like it could easily be broken with just a little more force.

"Who is it! Let go of your hand!" Lothar glared at the dark shadow that suddenly appeared behind Ashe, and the torch was raised, illuminating his face and the one-eyed totem on his face.

Frost Priest, Marukolo.

Lissandra sent to Avarosa's dark chess.

"Avarosa's mother-in-law Glenna's attempt to encroach on Avarossa's throne is unforgivable." Marukolo said coldly, "I follow the orders of my lord Lissandra and destroy all of Avarossa. clan."

"No!" Lothar exclaimed.

click!

Marukolo didn't give Lothar a chance to stop him, he twisted his hand so hard, Ashe's neck snapped like a twig.

Lothar felt as though he was covered in ice, more heart-wrenching than the extreme cold he had experienced at the bottom of the Howling Abyss.

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

"Lothar...why...you didn't come...help me..." Ashe's words echoed in Lothar's ears over and over again.

These words seemed to penetrate into Lothar's soul, lingering in Lothar's ears all the time.

"Don't...don't...don't say it anymore!" Lothar covered his ears, but instead of weakening, the voice became louder and more shrill.

"Lothar!! You!! Why!! Didn't come to save me!!" Ashe's words were already hoarse to the extreme at this moment, like the uncomfortable noise produced when a stone rubs against an iron surface, but it is even more unpleasant than that. times.

Lothar's ears were bleeding, and he couldn't feel anything. There was nothing in his world except the constant noise that kept piercing his ears.

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

Lothar raised his head suddenly, Ashe and Marukolo in front of him were no longer there. What he saw in his eyes was a picture that was about to swallow his head and smash it into pieces. A **** mouth with metal fangs.

Lothar immediately put the torch into that mouth, the **** mouth was blocked by the torch, the monster shrieked and swallowed the torch, Lothar took the opportunity to jump back, he felt that he was caught by two rows of familiar ribs. live.

"Little Lothar, are you alright?" Zoe tapped Lothar on the head, "Really, why are you so uneasy about your sister, you almost died after she left for a while."

"Zoe" Lothar grabbed the rope tied to the falcon and stared at the figure of the monster chewing on the torch in front of him, "What is that!"

The monster looked like a human being, but the body was disproportionately deformed, as thin as a wood, stooped, and the upper body seemed to be covered with a rag. It held a scythe-like weapon in one hand, and the other hand was so long that it dragged on the ground, and its fingers looked sharper than blades.

The figure of the monster only appeared for a moment, and after the torch was eaten by it, its figure disappeared into the darkness again. Lothar could only see the faint red light on its head, and the clothes that came out from its body. Unpleasant metal rubbing sound.

"This monster looks really ugly." The torches were gone, and Zooey's long colorful hair became the only light source now. She didn't seem to be afraid at all, and even commented on the monster's appearance.

"It's attacking me!" Lothar took out a knife from his waist, and grabbed the Falcon who was still struggling to fly away, "Sister! Kill it!"

"Have you forgotten something, little Lothar" Zoe jokingly poked Lothar's face, "Didn't I tell you that in Demacia, I won't help you with anything other than looking for Baimuyan. "

"Then why did you save me just now?"

"I'm your sister, I can only keep you from dying, and leave the rest to you." Zoe let go of Lothar's hand, cheering for him, "Go on, little Lothar! If you can kill this ugly demon, you will be able to become a star spirit directly!"

"What devil?" Lothar wanted to ask, but the figure of the skinny monster completely disappeared in the darkness, and the harsh metal noise stopped abruptly.

In Lothar's ears, he could only hear the thumping and screaming of the falcon, as well as the sound of his own heavy heartbeat and breathing. He clenched the knife tightly and felt everything around him nervously.

He knew that the monster had not left yet, this was his intuition after 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 have taken out a bag of potato chips and ate them, thinking about it.

"I know"

"Well, this ugly devil is quite famous. Many places know about it." Zooey ate a potato chip. "It's called Fiddlesticks."

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Fiddlesticks' story is very special.

At first glance, it appears to be nothing more than a commonplace tale—a man-eating demon—but what makes it so unusual is that its tale has spread so widely.

Demacia, Noxus, Freljord, Ionia, Shurima, Pilgrim Zaun, Bilgewater… you can hear about Fiddlesticks anywhere in the world story.

Although the descriptions of Fiddlesticks in different regions are slightly strange, they are generally the same - a skinny and eerie figure, wielding a scythe, accompanied by a flock of crows, reaping the lives of the victims.

Interestingly, many local folks will not only blame the disappearance of people as Fiddlesticks, but also regard some crazy people who suddenly become mentally ill as people who "unfortunately" survived from Fiddlesticks.

And these lunatics really claim that Fiddlesticks destroyed their minds.

They usually say that Fiddlesticks knows what their fears are.

- "Folk Customs"

Chapter 301 She

Lothar knew Fiddlesticks.

This is a ghost story that adults use to frighten children.

When tales of trolls, bears, and yeti don't scare older kids, adults move on to Fiddlesticks' horror tales.

Legend has it that it crawled screaming out of the frozen abandoned tomb, its lanky body a jumbled mix of helmets, shields, furs and wood left over from the dead. And when you see it, you can't escape.

"It seems that I have encountered another thing that I told Ashe that she probably won't believe it." Lothar felt his body warm, because the blood that had stagnated when he fell into fear just now began to flow back.

Lothar already understood that the Ashe and Marukolo he just saw must be hallucinations. In fact, as long as he calms down and thinks about it, he will react. They are not Zoe, and they don't have wings. How could they fly like this? from Demacia.

"But that hallucination is too real..." Lothar looked up at the tree, and a group of crows were flying above his head, making him uneasy.

"In the story, Fiddlesticks does seem to be related to crows." Lothar touched the falcon. "How about a discussion? You fly up to help me kill all those crows, and I'll get you barbecued meat."

Falcon called twice, obviously not agreeing from the tone.

"You think about it, if I die, you will most likely die here. Besides, your injury is not healed. Who will give you medicine when I die?" Losar continued to explain the conditions.

The falcon blinked a few times, and it pecked the rope on its own feet.

"Okay, I won't tie you up in the future, let's make a deal"

"Hey!"

Lothar cut the falcon's rope, and it soared high into the flock of crows to melee with them.

"I don't know if this will affect Fiddlesticks." Lothar looked around through the light of Zoe's hair, hoping to find Fiddlesticks.

Lothar saw that in the distant jungle, a tall and thin scarecrow figure was carrying a dim yellow kerosene lamp.

"Fortunately, I brought the bow too." Lothar took off the bow, took the arrow and shot it in the direction of the scarecrow.

The arrow passed through the dense thorns and branches, and hit the scarecrow accurately, and the lights there disappeared.

Of course, Lothar didn't think that he could kill Fiddlesticks with one arrow, so it didn't deserve to be called a legend.

"Sister, can you think of a way for me to escape?" Rosa asked.

"I said I won't help you, think to yourself." Zooey floated around Lothar with a look on her face.

"I think... The only way I can think of right now is to wait until dawn..." Lothar looked at the dark forest, "Waiting until dawn is unrealistic... Escape from the forest... Fiddlesticks doesn't know if he will chase me out of the forest. ... Anyway, let's go to a more open place first."

Lothar slowly retreated to the place with the statue. Although there were thorns everywhere, there was only one old tree around, and the vision was much wider.

Lothar shot an arrow through the scarecrow with a lantern that appeared in the distance, the light again.

Although the scarecrows that appear every time look very similar to Fiddlesticks with the help of the lamp shadow, they are lanky and weird, but Lothar knows that they are definitely not Fiddlesticks' real body.

Behind Lothar was the statue covered with thorns and the old tree. He didn't have time to think about what the statue was carving. Fiddlesticks brought him huge psychological pressure. Lothar held a sigh of relief in his heart. If loosened, he would be crushed by Fiddlesticks' momentum.

momentum.

Lothar has seen many powerful and inexplicable beings so far, but Fiddlesticks feels very different to him.

Unlike gods like Ornn, who are full of majesty greater than mountains and the sky, nor like Lissandra, the witch, every gesture is colder than real ice.

As for the giant eye beneath the Howling Abyss... Lothar still has no words to describe how he feels about it.

The feeling Fiddlesticks brought to Lothar was pure—stress.

Pressure from all sides, the illusion at the beginning, the unpleasant metal noise, the crows circling overhead, and the scarecrow with lanterns that appears from time to time in the distance.

"Is it... is it trying to make me feel scared?" Lothar seems to gradually understand what Fiddlesticks wants to do, otherwise he really can't figure out why he is so slow to attack a child like him, "Or say Is it afraid of Zoe saying it can see Zoe?"

Although he knew that what Fiddlesticks did was probably to make Lothar build up pressure and make him feel scared, thus breaking him down mentally, Lothar had to admit that this move was very effective for him at present. .

The reason is very direct, Lothar's current mental state is really bad.

In order to boil the eagle, he has not slept for several days, and his spirit is on the verge of the limit. After experiencing the Ashe hallucination created by Fiddlesticks, his spirit is even more sluggish, even if Lothar hears it now A little disturbance will consume his remaining spiritual power.

"Why don't you just sleep like this... Anyway, Zoe said he won't let me die..." After shooting down an unknown number of scarecrows, Lothar felt more and more tired, and Fiddlesticks hesitated to attack. There is a tug of war with Lothar, and sooner or later Lothar won't be able to hold on.

"Damn..." Lothar's eyelids gradually couldn't hold on, and slowly they were about to close.

…

She looked at the little boy.

A very strange little boy, wearing Freljord-style clothes, but with an oriental face. He also carried a Blue Rock Falcon that was thought to be extinct long ago. It was the symbolic eagle of Demacia. The wings on the Demacian national emblem "Dual Wings and Swords" were taken from the Blue Rock Falcon. How could the wings be caught by a little boy.

These things alone are strange enough, but what's even more strange is that he is accompanied by the Twilight Star Spirit, the girl with colorful hair that doesn't grow much.

She saw the girl who had inherited the power of Twilight secretly smile at her when the little boy wasn't paying attention.

Is Twilight protecting the boy? Seems to be, but why didn't Twilight go straight to Fiddlesticks?

Moreover, the Twilight she knew was naughty and mischievous. Time, space and life should be just random things for her to play with. How could she be so honest around an ordinary little boy? , because I have been far away from the starry sky, away from the protoss for too long, and the cognition of twilight is outdated?

Either way, she felt like she probably shouldn't have done anything.

The existence of Fiddlesticks is very special. It is a kind of existence called devil that she can't understand at all. All its actions subvert her cognition of magic. Not only Fiddlesticks, but for hundreds of years, she has seen some other demons in the land of Demacia, they are so strange and unpredictable, even with the knowledge and wisdom of the Protoss, it is impossible to calculate what they are. Where does it come from, and what does it mean.

She has tried to deal with demons. All these actions are aimed at harming the existence of human beings. She can't tolerate them, but she may be able to defeat them and drive them away, but she can't kill them anyway. .

She gradually understood that the existence of demons is very restrained by the weakness of people's hearts. Once caught by it, no matter how strong the magical power is, it may be swallowed up.

Over time, she stopped attacking the demons. She knew that every time she made a move, the demons would understand herself better. When they really knew the vulnerable parts of their hearts, they would die too.

But tonight, a little boy walked up to her, with Twilight by his side, still being attacked by demons.

Is this fate or the twilight star's deliberate arrangement