【Knife E】Mid love

When Ezreal reappeared in the house wrapped in Tyrone's cloak, he was angry and ashamed.

The whole game became a four-on-four fight, and he was held in the jungle grass by Tyrone and claimed over and over again.

Pulling off the cloak on his body and discarding it on the ground, the explorer looked at the crumpled clothes on his body and hands. Some clothes were completely soiled by them and could not be worn at all. This is why he had to wrap himself in the Tyrone coat. s reason.

Ezreal glanced at the cloak on the ground, jumped up and stepped on it a few times as if venting his anger, kicked the cloak casually to the corner, and went to the bathroom of the house to take a shower. Although the body had been cleaned, but He still felt that something was stuffed in his body, and it was uncomfortable.

When the water poured on his body, he remembered the few seconds when he woke up in a certain moment of drowsiness, surrounded by grass that was about to cover the sky, and Tai Long's voice came faintly, as if he was talking to someone.

Ezreal tried his best to open his eyes and ears, and vaguely heard a familiar voice. Nami, the tide-calling samurai who had been his partner in the bot lane, and Tailong were borrowing some clean water from Nami.

He remembered that the opponent's bottom lane support was Nami, and he was in Summoner's Rift, and then he realized that not long ago, Talon had just stopped attacking him.

Probably the Noxus assassin who never spoke came to politely ask her for some water. Nami was inexplicably terrified. She congealed a water polo and handed it to Tyrone, speaking as if singing: "This water polo can keep 10 minutes, I think should be enough."

Tai Long took the water polo and turned around to leave. Nami stared at the back of the shadow of the blade, curious why Tai Long, who got into the grass, borrowed water from her, but finally chose to leave. She didn't want to provoke this dark and invisible Killer assassin.

When Tyrone returned to Ezreal's side, the blond boy had already closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.

Wiping his hair and walking to the bed, looking at the cloak in the corner, Ezreal gritted his back teeth, really wanting to bite Tyrone to death, he has never suffered such a disadvantage as an explorer since he was a child.

The physical exhaustion did not completely disappear, Ezreal fell on the bed and decided to catch up on sleep first, and then quietly disposed of the damn cloak.

Ezreal was never seen on the battlefield yesterday. Braum guessed that he might have drunk too much and passed out somewhere. The next day, he brought the hangover soup that the bar proprietress kindly made for everyone. The explorer's door, if the other party has a travel plan today, then his proposal yesterday delayed the other party's itinerary.

Knocking several times in a row with no response, Bron began to feel a little worried. He was just about to find the key to open the locked door, when footsteps came from inside, and Ezreal appeared at the door with messy blond hair , he lowered his head and his voice was hoarse: "What's the matter?"

It turned out that he had just woken up, so Bron let go of his heart and passed the bowl in his hand: "This is the hangover soup made by the proprietress."

"Thank you." Ezreal took the hangover soup and closed the door again.

Bron rubbed his head, picked up the wooden bucket, and continued to deliver hangover soup to other people who were drunk yesterday.

As soon as Ezreal closed the door, he leaned against the back of the door. The bowl in his hand was not held firmly, and fell to the ground, and the soup spilled all over his trousers.

Fortunately, Braum didn't lower his head to observe him carefully, otherwise he would definitely find that Ezreal's face was flushed as if he had a fever.

...I actually... had such a dream.

If Braum hadn't knocked on the door to interrupt his dream, he didn't know what shameful thing he would have done in the dream. In the dream, he shamelessly entangled the Noxus who was heaving on him. Assassin, ask him to be more and harder.

After being woken up by Bron's knock on the door and seeing the bed sheet that was soiled by himself, Ezreal almost had to dig a hole to bury himself.

After sitting against the door panel for a long time, Ezreal stood up, packed up the broken bowls, mopped the floor, took off the bed sheet and quilt cover, and put it in the bathroom to be cleaned.

When he walked past the dirty coat that was lying in the corner, he hesitated for a moment, finally picked up the coat and brought it into the bathroom with his teeth gritted.

Anyway, I need to buy more clothes when I go to the depths of the Freljord, so let's treat it as waste.Ezreal searched for a reason like deceiving himself.

"Ezreal, there is a convoy going forward this morning, and I want to ask you if you want to join them..." Bron raised his head and was about to knock on Ezreal's door, but found that the door opened as soon as he touched it. Riel didn't lock the door.

"Ezreal." Braum poked his head in, the room was very quiet, obviously there was no one there, Braum turned and left and closed the door, but the corner of his eyes still saw the sheets and clothes hanging by the windows in the house.

The Freljord is covered by ice and snow all year round, so it is not a novelty for clothes to dry in the house. Bron just sighed that Ezreal loves to be clean, and then recalled the coat hanging on the far side or It's a cloak, which always looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before.

However, there were no sharp blades on the cloak, because he was afraid that those sharp blades would cut Ezreal, Talon took them all off at the beginning.

Braum thought for a while but couldn't remember who it belonged to. He happened to see Ezreal walking in the corridor with breakfast, so he put the irrelevant cloak aside and went forward to ask Ezreal about it. Do you want to go with the team.

"No, I'm going to rest for a few days before leaving. A lot of things have happened these days. I think I need to take a good rest." Ezreal replied.

Bron nodded: "Okay, I'll tell them right now."

Ezreal stayed in the village where Braum lived for a few days, but he couldn't stay forever. Whether it was the explorer's nature or the approaching time agreed with Ashe, he was urged to continue on the journey.

There will be a long solo journey ahead, and Ezreal is fully prepared before leaving, carrying a backpack full of medicines and food, and taking good care of his amulet.

After waving goodbye to the children and girls in the village who have been pestering him to tell stories these days, as well as Braum who has been taking care of him, Ezreal embarked on a journey again.

If there is no blizzard, he will reach a sheltered cave in the afternoon as planned. It is safe there, and there is a plant unique to the Freljord that beasts hate growing nearby, and deep in the cave. A sip of unfrozen spring water.

Not long after sending Ezreal away, Bron sat chatting with a few bearded beards by the window on the second floor of the bar. He glanced out the window inadvertently, and saw a somewhat familiar figure with a white cloak The suffix has a sharp blade shining with blue light.

As if sensing that someone was watching him, the person in the white cloak with the hood covering his head raised his head and looked over.

Shadow of the Blade? !

Bron rubbed his eyes, and looked again, there was no one there.

Did I read it wrong?Braum sat down full of doubts.

The whiteness of the ice field made his eyes hurt, and Ezreal pulled off the goggles on his head, feeling much better immediately.

The world is dead silent, only the wind blows the snowflakes and scatter on the shoulders.

Ezreal stopped and took a slight breath, and tightened the scarf around his neck. In fact, Talon's cloak really came in handy, and the hood protected his head well from the cold wind.

The heat from Kazakhstan turned into clouds of mist on his face. Ezreal took out the cowhide map from the small satchel on his waist and unfolded it, trying to identify where he was.

"It doesn't look very far, Ezreal, come on, I can do it!" The map was stuffed back into the satchel, and Ezreal tightened the bag of the backpack, ready to continue to walk on the journey, but he just walked out With one step, his eyes caught a black and white shadow flying by in the distance, and he turned around and ran away.

However, even though they were alerted at such a distance, the snow wolves still followed and surrounded them from all directions.

Now that it was approaching winter in the Freljord, food was scarce, and the snow wolves had to form a group to work together, even coming out to look for food in the daytime before the sky fell.

The last thing Ezreal wants to encounter in the wild is wolves. Even facing a tiger or a male lion is much easier than facing wolves.

But since it is surrounded, there is only one option to fight.

Lifting the hood on the head, raising the arm under the cloak, the talisman on the left arm was activated, and quickly expanded to cover Ezreal's wrist, and after extending to the back of the hand, a blue light suddenly bloomed in the air, like It was a giant eagle spreading its wings, and even the air trembled slightly.

The wave of magic in the air made the wolves a little uneasy. Instead of rushing towards their prey immediately, they lowered their bodies and stood not far from the blond explorer, growling in a low voice.

Ezreal stood still, and the two sides faced each other.

In the end, the wolves couldn't hold back anymore, one wolf rushed over first, and then the other wolves followed their companions to attack Ezreal.

The light blue energy bomb hit the first wolf that charged, sending it flying. It rolled on the snow for a few laps before stopping. Although it was able to stand up wobbly, it was obviously injured. Running speed is much slower than before.

After firing an energy bomb, the amulet entered a short charging time. Ezreal rolled on the spot to avoid the sharp claws of a wolf, and the other wolf bit it with its bloody mouth open. Ezreal Er raised his arm. The sharp teeth of the wolf bit the arm guard extended by the talisman, and he couldn't get any more points. After a few seconds, Ezreal, who was fully charged, directly shot the energy bullet into the wolf's mouth.

The wolf's jaw was blasted to a bloody mess, howling in pain and writhing on the ground.

Ezreal bent down on the spot as soon as he pulled out his arm, dodging a wolf that jumped up and attacked him.

Seeing that several wolves in one direction were beaten into the air by him, and there was a gap in the encirclement, Ezreal turned his head and retreated in that direction without hesitation.

However, he didn't expect that as he stepped back, the snow was getting deeper and deeper, gradually submerged to his knees, and it was very difficult to walk, and every step required a lot of effort.

And a wolf took advantage of the attack of other wolves and the fact that its fur was easy to hide, hid deep in the snow, and rushed out, leaving a scar on Ezreal's leg.

The blond explorer lost his balance because of this attack, and fell to the snow. Before he could get up, the wolves had attacked again, and they aimed at the weak throat.

One wolf's sharp teeth were held up by the amulet, while the other wolf... Ezreal could only turn his body as much as possible to avoid dangerous parts, and could only replace his life with the wound on his leg. Although it was painful, it was still Cost-effective.

In a short time, the explorer had planned to use the leg wound to buy time to eliminate these wolves.

The sound of the sharp teeth piercing into the flesh seemed to be in the ears, and the pain hit. Just as Ezreal lifted his other foot, the wolf's throat that bit the amulet on his arm burst open, and the warm blood spattered all over the place. side of his face.

A sharp blade pierced through the body of the wolf biting his calf, nailing it deep into the dirt under the snow, and a hand wearing a leather glove severed the wolf's mouth that was biting the explorer's leg.

Ezreal was wrapped around the waist, looked up, and in his sight was a white dress that was extremely concealed in the ice field. He was wrapped in the arms of the other party, and all he could see was his chin, and the other party was staring vigilantly. In the distance—there were still a few wolves howling.

Unable to believe the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, Ezreal forgot all the grievances and entanglements before, and murmured out the other person's name.

"Ta... Long?"

—TBC—