Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Lothar finally met the first living person he had seen since he came to Shadow Isle.

The back of the man was shrouded in black mist, and he seemed to be carrying a heavy object like a statue.

"The dead don't come here." The man turned his head, and he spoke Ouchen.

His appearance is very ordinary, with his back hunched because of the heavy weight on his back, and his body hidden in a large monk's robe.

He held the head of the corpse in one hand, and a large shovel in the other, but judging from the sharp edge of the shovel, it was also a weapon.

But what attracted Lothar the most was the pendant around the man's neck.

It was a small bottle containing a small half-bottle of liquid with a faint glow.

It was from that bottle that Lothar felt the breath of life.

"Smelly stinky is dead!" The little girl hid behind Lothar, pointed at the man and scolded, "How can you carry such a stinky thing! Throw it away!"

The man was unmoved, he just looked at Lothar and the little girl, seeing that they were all staring at the small bottle hanging around his neck, he shoved the spatula in front of him: "Leave, I won't give up. [Tears of Life], just be obedient if you don’t want to get hurt!”

Lothar heard some movement behind him, and the corpses imprisoned by him had opened up one by one to feel comfortable. The black mist on the man's body was transmitted to them, enhancing their strength. Sa is in it.

"Wait! I'm not malicious!" Lothar said hurriedly, "I'm not dead either!"

The man did not listen to Lothar's words: "The rhetoric of the dead cannot deceive me, this is your last chance, leave!"

The little girl flew away from Lothar's neck and waved her fist at the man: "I'm afraid of you! Do you know who the little brother is! He speaks Ouchen very well! Just say a few words and you'll be gone!"

Lothar's face is full of black lines. How long has he been learning Ouchen? The little girl is obviously cheating on him.

"Since you don't listen, don't blame me for being rude." The man slammed the shovel **** the ground, and all the living corpses behind Lothar rushed towards him.

"The withering of life is like a bubble that cannot be caught." Lothar sang a Ouchen language. His speed suddenly became extremely fast. The living corpses had surrounded him, but Lothar just got out. He rushed towards the man.

The man held the shovel high, the black mist wrapped around it, he waited for Lothar to rush in front of him, and waved towards Lothar.

"Go away!" The man roared, and the spatula slammed into Lothar's face.

Lothar's body was scattered all at once, the shovel seemed to have the power to destroy the soul of the dead, and Lothar's body was not even left with scum.

The man put down the shovel and looked at the little girl floating in the sky: "If you don't want to be like him, leave quickly."

"Idiot." The man suddenly heard a woman's voice behind him.

The man was surprised that something was wrong, but it was too late.

A faint green hand grabbed his neck from his side, and the man heard an Auchen spell like a song.

"The truth of death is falsehood." After Lothar chanted this incantation, what the man smashed just now was the phantom he created with necromancy magic. But maybe it's also because Lothar's blood magic has only learned the basics, and the Book of the Dead records a lot of esoteric necromantic magic, and many spells are themselves tricks, and Lothar doesn't even need to think about the combination. .

Regardless of whether it is true ice, dragon flame or blood magic, Lothar only has power, but there is no way to use magic to match it. This is why Lothar can only be like Syndra for so long. The magic power of the end crushes the opponent to death, and there is very little chance to use any profound magic spells.

The endless black mist on the Shadow Island allows Lothar in the spirit state to use necromantic magic. With the spell of the Book of the Dead, Lothar can do many things that were simply impossible to do before.

Lothar's fingers were pinched on the man's neck: "I'm really not dead, I just have my soul temporarily separated from my body, and I came with that head!"

The man looked into Lothar's eyes and said after a moment, "I see, I won't attack anymore, just let it go."

Lothar slowly released his hand. The man was very trustworthy. He put the spatula on the ground without bending over to pick it up.

The little girl carried it in the distance with a dull face. The smell in the bottle made her not want to get close at all. She shouted at Lothar, "Why didn't you kill him! Hurry up, hurry up!"

The man looked at the little girl, then at Lothar: "Your companion"

"It's just a tour guide." Lothar closed the Book of the Dead. "I'm Lothar. I came to Shadow Island not long ago. My soul was pulled from my body, and now I'm trying to find a way to go back."

"Lothar...life and death...your name is really unique..." The man's cloudy eyes swept across Lothar's body, "You are indeed not the deceased, I just missed it, sorry."

"What is this place?" asked Lothar, "why are you alive?"

"This is my temple and my home." The man suddenly knocked on the statue he was carrying and shouted, "Quiet!"

Seeing Lothar looking at him for unknown reasons, the man twitched the corners of his mouth apologetically: "I didn't tell you, come with me, I think we need to exchange information."

Lothar followed the man: "I don't know your name yet."

The man paused, a trace of confusion and thought flashed across his face, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be thinking hard.

After a while, his brows stretched out, and his face showed a relieved joy: "Sorry, it's been too long since no one asked my name, and I can't remember it for a while."

"It seems that even if it is a living person, it will become abnormal after staying in this ghost place for a long time." Losar thought.

"My name is Yorick." The man said, and with a wave of his hand he dismissed the living corpses around him, "It's a [Soul Shepherd]."

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There are few living people living on the Shadow Island, and if there are, none of them are ordinary.

How can a life that can live on the edge of the underworld be ordinary?

Each one is a tough bone to crack.

- Karthus

Chapter 404: The Past of Shadow Island

Lothar sat on the ground while Yorick boiled a pot of water and brewed two cups of tea with a little dry tea.

"I don't think you want to drink, so I didn't give you a dip." Yorick said to the little girl, and the little girl just looked at Yorick with disgust, hiding behind Lothar and pinching her nose.

Lothar looked at the water in the missing corner teacup. The poor two pieces of dried tea leaves were floating in it. Even the color of the water didn't change. You can imagine what a tasteless cup of tea it was.

"It's hard to grow live plants in this land. This is the only stock I have left." Yorick put the shovel on the mat, but the weight behind him was always on his back. He picked up the teacup and drank it. One bite.

Lothar also took a sip. Even if he was in a spirit state, he could still touch things. After drinking the hot tea, he didn't feel anything before going down.

"Out of my apology for attacking you without permission, let me answer your question first," Yorick said. "Ask anything, and I'll tell you everything."

Lothar nodded: "Why do you live in Shadow Isle?"

"Don't you know about Shadow Isle's past?"

"do not know."

"The archipelago was not originally called Shadow Island." Yorick said indifferently, "It was originally called Fuguang Island."

Lothar glanced at the little girl behind her. She also called Shadow Island Fuguang Island, but she never explained why.

"Fuguang Island used to be a beautiful place, there was no black fog and no undead." Yorick said, "There are magnificent palaces, wide streets and beautiful houses here, besides me, there are many people living here. ."

Lothar recalled the many ruins he had seen on Shadow Island, which really didn't look like a deserted island in the first place.

"I am the pastoral monk here." Yorick pointed to his shovel. "We will bury the dead, dig their graves, and guide them to rest."

"Why did Fuguang Island become like this?" Rosa asked.

"Because of a great change." Yorick's voice became a little low. "That day was very ordinary. I was doing my daily practice and work in the cemetery, but without warning, a dark cloud appeared from the center of the archipelago. ."

"Black Mist" Lothar asked.

"Yeah," Yorick said. "The dark cloud was huge. It flowed from the sky to the ground and devoured everything on the ground. I wanted to run away, but I didn't."

Lothar listened quietly, it was hard for him to imagine what kind of dramatic changes had taken place on the island.

"The black fog distorted and withered all creatures, not only humans, but even animals and plants have been transformed into ugly beings, and my masters and brothers have all become human-like and ghost-like." Yorick Pointing to a living corpse outside the door, "similar to that one."

"Then why are you all right?" Rosa asked.

"Because of it." Yorick touched the small bottle on his chest. "This is [Tears of Life]. It was picked up from the holy spring on Fuguang Island. Every monk will have a bottle."

Lothar looked at the bottle. Although it was only half a bottle, the rich life force was really attractive: "This bottle of water won't be some kind of holy medicine, right?"

"It can really save people who are dying, but it can't bring back people who are completely dead." Yorick said, "The dead in the dark fog seem to be very afraid of it, and it is all because of it that I was able to be in that upheaval. survived and survived to this day.”

"Wait, live to this day" Lothar thought, "did you use it to prolong your life?"

"No." Yorick said, "Since the great change, the black mist has changed my body. I haven't drank a single tear of life, but I still live to this day."

"How long have you lived"

"I didn't count the time...probably...several thousand years."

Lothar took a deep breath: "It's been so long"

"It's a curse." Yorick looked at the teacup. "The black mist wanted to take my life, the tears of life protected me, and they were pulling each other so that I could neither live nor die."

Yorick pointed to the statue he was carrying: "Since then, a ray of black mist has been haunting me and turned into this thing. She has been bewitching my ear, telling me to give up the tears of my life and return home. into the arms of death."

"She" Lothar noticed Yorick's words.

"Mist Maiden," Yorick said, "I called her that because her voice was a woman, but I didn't let her go, you couldn't hear her, she's been bugging me now to make me take the tears of my life Throw it away, my other brothers and sisters threw away the tears of life because they were tortured mad by this whisper."

"You should listen to her." The little girl interjected, "That thing is disgusting, no one will like you if you take it with you."

Yorick ignored the little girl and continued: "But because of this, I have gained some ability to manipulate the black mist, and I can stuff them into corpses and send them out to find answers for me."

"what is the answer?"

"Why did Fuguang Island become like that." Yorick's tone was still calm, "I want to know what happened that day, what destroyed my home, and how to save it."

"Why don't you find it yourself"

"The dark fog in the deepest part of Shadow Island is too thick for me to enter, and there are some very powerful undead living there, and it is very troublesome to deal with them."

"Like Karthus"

"you know him"

Lothar also told Yorick all his experiences, and Yorick's eyes looking at Lothar suddenly became serious: "Kalthus can't be trusted, I have seen him, he is just a fanatical believer of death, he I just want everything in the world to die."

"Cut, they are much more handsome than you." The little girl said disdainfully.

Lothar nodded to Yorick: "I want to take my body back from him too, can you help me?"

"I said that I can't get in the depths of the black fog, because strictly speaking I am still alive, and the black fog will repel me." Yorick touched the handle of the spatula, "Although I can send a few of these guys To help you, but I don't think it will be of much use, they have no fighting ability without me, and Karthus should not be afraid of them."

"Also..." Lothar was a little disappointed. He thought he had found a good helper. "Then you have been investigating for so many years, do you understand why Fuguang Island is like this?"

"After the Black Mist occupied the archipelago, I found some survivors. Although they are all gone now, I can still roughly guess what happened." Yorick said, "[The Ruined King]."

"[The Ruined King]" Lothar's eyes widened, wasn't that one of the [Three Kings' Feast] in the gluttonous market auction?

"[The Ruined King] is the culprit who destroyed Fuguang Island." Yorick said solemnly, "He is the king of another kingdom, and he came to Fuguang Island in order to resurrect his queen."

"The Queen of Resurrection..." Lothar had never heard of the story of the [Ruined King], and even the auction in the gluttonous market said that he was a forgotten king.

"He should have come for the Fountain of Life." Yorick touched the small bottle on his chest. "The water of the Fountain of Life can indeed save the dead, but it has absolutely no ability to revive the dead. The king failed, he did not Resurrecting his queen, in wrath and grief, he unleashed a curse."

Yorick poured himself another cup of tea and continued, "I don't know how he did it, but the curse of the Ruined King did destroy Fukuguang Island and kill everyone, so I've been looking for a reversal. This [Curse of Ruin] method."

"It turns out..." Lothar probably has an understanding of the history of Shadow Island. Although Yorick only said one-sided remarks, Lothar did not find out what was wrong with the logic.

"After the Curse of Destruction, the minds of all undead have been distorted. The originally kind people have become extreme, the brave people have become murderous, and the innocent people have become cunning." Yorick glanced at the little girl intentionally or unintentionally. , looked at Lothar again, "You are the first spiritual body I have seen that has not been affected by the black mist at all. Maybe it has something to do with you still not dead."

Lothar nodded. He was indeed not affected by his mind. He knew this best. He still didn't like death at all.

"Maybe... you can help me..." Yorick looked at Lothar and said, "You are not dead, but you can freely enter and exit the black mist. You may be able to enter the deepest part of the island and find the root of the [Curse of Ruin]. "

"Ah I..." Lothar wanted to refuse, he wasn't interested in saving Shadow Island or anything, he just wanted to return to his own body, and if possible, he wanted to pry Karthus' mouth open and let him say out of his own life.

"I have nothing to give you. I can't give you the tears of life. Once I give up it, I will be swallowed by the black mist and become a dead man." Yorick said sincerely, "but I can tell you where the fountain of life is. A place where there are endless tears of life."

Lothar was a little embarrassed. The Tears of Life were undoubtedly treasures, and the rich life force could not deceive anyone, but even if Lothar had more Tears of Life, he still couldn't get his own body.

"You don't need to solve the Curse of Ruin, you just need to find it and come back and tell me."

Lothar still didn't answer.

"I can also tell you about an existence." Yorick added more chips. "That existence might be able to help you defeat Karthus."

Lothar's heart moved: "Is it strong?"

"It's very strong," Yorick said. "I've seen that existence fight on the island from a distance, and even an entire island's army of undead can't match his wrath."

"Okay." Lothar weighed it. It was really difficult for him to deal with Karthus alone, not to mention that there were not many deceased people around Karthus who listened to him. Lothar really needed a strong helper, "I Promise you, tell me where he is?"

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I will restore the archipelago to its former state.

Only this purpose can support my life.

- Yorick

Another Use of the Book of the Dead Chapter 405

"You can't trust him!" The little girl floated upside down in front of Lothar's head. "That stinky guy is full of nonsense! It's just a piece of shit! Bed bugs! Toad's dirty son!"

Lothar pushed the little girl away and walked through a swamp: "At least it's true that Yorick said that Shadow Island used to be Fuguang Island."