Lux suddenly had a strange idea - how did Fosse Ian's grandfather defeat this demon back then? With a sword?

Or maybe he, like himself, has light in his body

"Thank you, great-grandfather." Lux looked up at the stone tablet beside the tomb and said in her heart.

Lothar let out a long sigh of relief. Beside Lux, the little boy named Luca was lying on the green grass with his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully on his face.

"The nightmare is over," Lothar whispered.

"It's over." Lux looked at Luca, "He should be dreaming now."

"That's good." Lothar rolled over and lay on the ground, his whole body hurt to death, and he didn't even have the slightest idea to stand up, "I'm really exhausted, I said ass..."

Before Lothar could finish speaking, Lux thumped and fell on top of him.

She lay on Lothar's chest, breathing evenly, her golden eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Lothar sighed, reached out and wiped the blood on Lux's face gently: "You have worked hard too, butt, have a good dream."

…

Garen spat out a large mouthful of blood. The plate armor on his chest was hit by a nightmare tauren with a giant hammer. Four of his ribs were broken, and two were inserted into his lungs. Every breath involved a sharp pain. , and the vitality is also lost.

One of the five warriors of the Dreadnought Vanguard had fallen, lying on the ground, breathing weakly.

The situation of the other fighters is also very bad. Varya has a broken hand and can no longer lift her shield. The remaining two fighters are pale, and unknown toxins are spreading in their bodies.

They have been fighting the demon army for more than three hours, and they are on the verge of reaching the limit.

Galen tasted the ashes and despair, which he had never experienced before. No matter how difficult the predicament was, he could always see the dawn of hope, and thus encouraged himself to persevere.

But now, comrades in arms are falling one by one, but the number of Nightmare Legions has not decreased in the slightest, but has been fighting more and more.

No doubt they failed miserably.

Garen supported his severely wounded body with a great sword. His vision was blurred by blood, but he could still clearly see the barbarian who was slaughtering like a meat grinder in the Nightmare Legion.

Olaf's injuries were even more serious than Galen's. He was not armed with any armor. He fought the nightmare monsters with only two axes and flesh and blood. Almost no skin on his body was intact. Digging it out, it's hard to imagine how he has persisted until now.

Galen felt the terrifying aura of Olaf, and even he who had been on the battlefield countless times was moved by it.

"Is this the barbarian berserker of the Freljord?" Garen tensed the painful muscles all over his body and stood up tenaciously, "As a soldier of Demacia, how can even a barbarian be better than a barbarian? but!"

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To defeat the bad one must use the sword, and to destroy the evil one must use the light.

— Demacian sayings.

Chapter 68 Return

Competitiveness and a sense of honor propelled Garen back to his feet, propping up his shattered body.

Countless monsters rushed towards him again, and the armor on Garen could no longer support it, and this round of attack would definitely kill him.

But there was no fear in his eyes, and his arm no longer had the strength to lift the great sword, so he chose to drag it, rotate his body, and launch a fierce attack on the enemy with inertia.

He will shout a battle cry of "Demacia" as his last words.

The fangs and claws of the nightmare monsters were less than a step away from Garen.

However, what hit Galen's body was not the pain of the flesh being torn apart, but... nothingness.

Garen looked at everything around him in astonishment. The nightmare monsters dissipated, like sand and dust blown away by the wind, not a single one remained, revealing the ordinary people in the square.

Olaf was covered in blood, but he was still slashing wildly at the air.

"Stop!" Galen called Olaf, forgetting that he didn't know Freljord, "all gone!"

Olaf found that his axe had no real sense of slashing, rubbed his eyes that were covered with blood and could not see anything, and found that all the monsters around him had disappeared out of thin air.

"Fuck it!" Olaf let out a heart-piercing roar, "I almost died! Why! Why! You all come out for me! Keep hacking me! Fuck!"

Galen knelt on the ground, he had no strength, looked at Olaf who was roaring furiously, Galen couldn't understand at all, and said to himself: "It seems that he is also happy with the victory of this hard battle..."

For the first time in his life, Garen felt that the barbarians were a little more pleasing to the eye.

"You succeeded... Lux..." Galen lay on the high platform with all his back and fell asleep.

…

Although her feet hurt, Lothar endured the pain and carried Lux ​​out of the clearing.

Xinghuo saw Lothar from a distance, and ran over excitedly, rubbing her nose against the faces of Lux and Lothar.

"You timid horse, now you know it's almost too close to come in!" Lothar kicked Xinghuo's hoof angrily, and Xinghuo drooped his ears, as if he was very disappointed.

Lothar put Lux on the horseback and said to Xinghuo: "Wait for me here for a while, there is a child I haven't taken out, alas... It's really inconvenient to have only one hand."

Depressedly tossing the empty sleeve of his right arm, Lothar carried Luca out of the space as well.

Luca was small and had no ropes, so Lothar simply tucked him into the saddle so he wouldn't be thrown off the horse and looked comfortable.

Lothar pinched Luca's face. There were still some wounds on the little boy's face, but they had scabbed over and it was fine: "If it weren't for you, there would be nothing to do."

Luca grunted twice and continued to dream.

Lothar sighed, climbed on the horse, placed Lux ​​in front of him, and let her sleep in his arms.

Lothar patted Xinghuo's neck. Although the horse was also very tired, he seemed to be trying to make up for his fault and strode hard.

The moon is bright tonight, and even without the lights, Lothar can see every detail in the forest.

A gust of night wind came, and the cold wind blew across Lux's neck, and she woke up with her eyes closed.

"Where am I..." Lux said confusedly.

"On Xinghuo's back," Lothar replied. "Are you cold, do you want to sleep with Xinghuo with a blanket on him?"

Lux found herself lying in Lothar's arms, the smell of the boy's body creeping into her nose.

Lux blushed slightly, twisted her body, and got closer to Lothar: "No, I'm not cold..."

"That's good," said Lothar. "We're back in Forsbarrow now."

"Um..." Lux suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly, "Are you leaving?"

"Well, things have been resolved. My tribe will migrate after this season, and I have to take Olaf back."

Lux's eyes flickered: "Is that so..."

She had no outlet to keep Lothar.

"That..." Lothar asked hesitantly, "I grabbed your butt, do you really want to be beaten all over the head by you?"

Lux's face flushed at first, then with a smirk, she reached out and tapped Lothar's head lightly.

Seeing Lux forgiving herself, Lothar was also relieved.

"In the end, I went to Forsbarrow specifically, but I didn't find any clues about Evelyn and the Joke." Lothar said regretfully, "I don't know if the guy who created the nightmare is dead, not even a corpse. ."

Lux thought for a moment: "I always think it's not that simple... Shouldn't it be dead, but I don't know where to escape to?"

"What a powerful demon." Lothar said with emotion, "But you can actually defeat it. I really envy your magical talent."

"I'm just lucky. It has just recovered, and its strength is definitely not fully recovered. When it recovers, it is still unknown whether it can defeat it." Lux was not optimistic at all. Appearing in front of me, I'm still not sure that I can defeat her."

Lothar was silent for a while: "The devil said that Evelyn left a mark on us, what do you think?"

"She'll come back to us sooner or later."

"I think so too, and it won't be long."

"why?"

"We are her prey. Hunters always like to hunt young and lively prey. Do you think she will wait for us to come back to us when we are in our seventies and eighties?"

Lux clenched her hands: "What should I do then?"

"There's no way, I can't trace her at all." Lothar smiled bitterly, "It's not just her, we have provoked another terrifying guy this time. God knows if it will also leave a mark on us, and let us We had a nightmare."

"Stop talking..." Lux was afraid after a while, "I won't dare to sleep after you say that."

Lothar touched Lux's head: "Go find a lover. With him sleeping with you, you shouldn't be afraid anymore."

Lux was silent for a long time.

The two walked silently in the forest, Xinghuo seemed to sense the dignified atmosphere, and didn't even dare to take a breath. Only Luca was still sleeping sweetly, even sucking his thumb.

"You know? You're really going too far." Lux whispered, "Always appear suddenly, leave suddenly, and tell me when you come back that you're married, my waiting and persistence for the past few years is like a joke Same."

Lothar held Lux's hand: "I'm sorry..."

"There's nothing to be sorry for." Lux backhanded Lothar's hand and crossed his fingers, "You have nothing wrong, it's all me... Your wife, what's her name?"

"Ashe." Lothar felt the temperature of Lux's hand, which was a little cold, "Ashe Longbow."

"Ashe..." Lux pronounced the name accurately, "Do you love her?"

"I've been in love for ten years."

"Does she love you?"

"of course."

"In other words, there is no room for me to intervene."

Lothar was speechless.

Lux smiled slightly: "It's just a joke, I'm not bad enough to destroy other people's marriages."

"Haha..." Lothar smiled stiffly.

"Rorschach..." Lux relaxed her tense shoulders, "you don't have to be sad. Even if you don't have a wife, I can't be with you. My family, my country, will not allow me to do this. I'm just... childish wishful thinking."

After a pause, Lux took a deep breath, and the white mist spit out from her mouth in the cold night: "Can I call you Rorschach again? It's strange that I keep calling you that even though I call you Lothar. Right? It's just that I want to call you that."

"It's okay, I'm used to it, but I still feel awkward when you call me Lothar."

"Thank you... Rorschach..." Lux released Lothar's hand, and her fingertips stayed for a second, but in the end, they separated.

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Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless.

Only infatuation hurts the most.

—Ionian Folk Tragic Poems

Chapter 69 For Demacia

Lacus trimmed her hair to look natural: "When are you going?"

Lothar felt the residual warmth left by Lux in the palm of his hand, and said lightly: "I plan to leave with Olaf as soon as I get back to Forsbello."

"so urgent"

"There's nothing to do here, and you have to be scorned by the judge and your brother. Why don't you leave early."

"You want to go back early to meet your wife again, right?"

Broken by Lux, Lothar smiled awkwardly.

Lux shrank her neck: "It's really cold tonight... Can you hug me?"

Without any hesitation, Lothar hugged the girl in his arms.

The sky has begun to be bright, and the eastern sky has a little fish belly white, and the sparks are carrying them, walking slowly through the forest path.

The young men and women on the horse hugged each other, and there was a child sleeping in the saddle. Anyone who looked at it would think it was a happy family of three.

Lux decided to cherish the memories of that night in her heart.

…

When Lothar and Lux ​​returned to Forsbarrow, the local residents were still awake, and the warriors of the Fearless Pioneer were tired and sleeping on the spot. Lothar took the opportunity to find Olaf, who looked decadent.

When they first saw Olaf, Lothar and Lux ​​were almost not scared to death. He turned into a **** man with deep bone wounds all over his body, and his intestines ran out of his stomach. If Olaf was not there. Guikulanghao, Lothar really thought he had become a corpse.

"You're too fierce...in every sense..." Lothar was ashamed, and with the help of Lux, he simply healed and bandaged his wound, and then he was about to take him away from Forsbyro.

"Do you really want to leave?" Luxar had already decided to let Lothar go in her heart, but before he left, Lux couldn't help but want to keep it, "You saved the residents of Forsbarrow, are you? Great work, and they'll thank you."

"Thank goodness they don't lock us up anymore." Lothar refused with a smile, "Besides, the people who really want to save them are you and your brother, and this stupid big guy and I are here just for our own purposes. ."

"But after all, you have done good deeds and deserve to be praised."

"The praises of the Demacians will not reach the snow-capped mountains of the Freljord." Lothar patted Olaf, who was listless, "I'm going to take him with me, but I believe we will meet again one day, devil. It's not over yet, they will find you and me again sooner or later."