The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Girl Guide

Section 249

When Lothar was a child, he often thought about the meaning of his name.

In the Freljord, everyone’s name has meaning. Apart from the clan and weapon surnames—for example, Ashe’s surname is “Longbow”—every name is not chosen randomly.

Ashe means [coldness in the ashes].

Lothar felt that this name was not suitable for Ashe at all. Ashe’s mother, Glenna, seemed to hope that Ashe could become an iron-blooded war mother, but in fact Ashe was gentler than anyone else.

As for Lothar… As a child picked up by Glenna from the wolf den, he has no surname, and when Lothar asked Glenna what his name meant, why did Glenna give him this name? When calling the name, Glenna just replied——

“It’s just the name of the wolf cub, it’s called casually.”

And now, Lothar understands the meaning of his name.

His name does not come from Freljord, but from Ochen – the language of the dead.

“Life and death…” Lothar walked on the barren and gloomy land of Shadow Island while reading a book. He really couldn’t figure out why his name came from the Ochen language.

It is impossible for Glenna to understand the Ochen language. Lothar had never even heard of a language called Ochen before hearing Karthus’ explanation, let alone Glenna who had stayed in the Freljord all her life. May know.

“Is that Grena lying? She didn’t choose my name at all, but why would she lie?” Lothar couldn’t figure it out.

Glenna is dead, and Lothar can’t question her anymore.

“Wait…” Lothar suddenly remembered something.

When he was a child, when he went to Frostguard Fortress to steal the True Ice, he saw a ghost named Gregor on the bridge of the Howling Abyss.

The Freljord don’t believe in ghosts at all, at least there are some in the made-up stories, why is there a ghost on that bridge there is no black fog, according to Karthus, ghosts don’t have black fog around them It is absolutely impossible to exist in the physical realm.

Could it be that there is any relationship between the Freljord and the Shadow Isles, which are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles?

Lothar didn’t know, but he decided to dive into the book of the dead, firstly to find out a way to return to the physical body and deal with Karthus, and secondly to see if he could understand his own life experience.

“Hey! Don’t read while walking!” The little girl kicked Lothar on the back.

Lothar grabbed the little girl’s ankle, pulled it, and actually pulled her onto his neck. The little girl clamped Lothar’s neck with her legs, and sat firmly on Lothar’s shoulders.

“Wow!” The little girl seemed to have discovered a new world, “It turns out that people’s shoulders can still sit like this! It’s great!”

“Hasn’t anyone carried you like this before?” Lothar said while reading the book. He could see a little bit of the little girl’s personality. Annoying Lothar, in order to read the book better, Lothar simply chatted with her.

“No? The guys on the island all have their own personalities. They either have multiple heads or no heads. They can’t carry me like you.” The little girl swayed her legs and groped Lothar’s hair with both hands, as if Trying to find an undead flea or something in there.

Lothar flipped through the Book of the Dead: “Shouldn’t the shape of the soul be the same as the body?”

“It was like this at the beginning, but after the spirit body is damaged or fused with each other, its appearance will change drastically. No one can predict what it will look like in the end.”

“How to integrate?”

“Just bump into each other.”

“Then won’t you merge with me when we’re next to each other?”

“Usually only spirit bodies that have completely lost their will will be fused. We are fine. By the way, catching souls and merging them is fun. Do we want to play?”

“Not going.”

“Cut, it’s boring.”

With the little girl’s explanation and the book of the dead, Lothar had a quick understanding of the situation of the soul, the black mist, and the Shadow Island.

The Shadow Island is a singularity in the material realm, somewhat similar to Ionia. Ionia is the closest to the spiritual realm in the physical realm, and the Shadow Island is the closest to the underworld in the physical realm.

The realm of the dead.

It is said that Qian Jue will bring the dead to the underworld. Qian Jue is the most widely believed god Lothar has seen so far, no matter Freljord, Noxus, Ionia, or even the Germans who are severely forbidden by magic. Marcia unanimously acknowledged the existence of the god of death, Kindred.

The undead on the Shadow Island are the dead who did not go to the underworld. They were captured by the Shadow Island and could only stay here, leaking from the underworld to things through inhalation.remain in existence through the black mist of the material realm.

Lothar also knew one more thing. The Shadow Isle was not a single island. Like the Blue Flame Islands where Bilgewater was located, it was also an archipelago composed of several islands of different sizes.

And Karthus gave the little girl the so-called “tour guide” job, which was to walk around the archipelago. Karthus said that this would deepen Lothar’s understanding of death.

The black mist is indeed a good thing for the spirit body. After walking for so long without sleep, Lothar didn’t feel tired at all.

But the other undead in the black mist are not as relaxed as Lothar. Many of them are broken, and the black mist can hardly heal their wounds. The dark green spears look like hedgehogs, and some are so flat that they have been trampled by countless horses.

“Why are they full of injuries?” Lothar asked.

“Hit it.” The little girl seemed to like the feeling of sitting on Lothar’s shoulders, and she didn’t come down for a long time. “The undead on Fuguang Island have been fighting back and forth all day long, and their resentment in life has not disappeared. , A lot of them are irrational, and they can only vent on other undead before the Soul Eater comes.”

“Then why don’t they attack me and you?”

“The obsession of each undead is different.” The little girl tugged at Lothar’s hair, “Some want to keep killing people, some want to hide safely, and some just like to be in a daze, and they don’t fight back when they are bullied. I Well… I like to be funny, I’m not interested in fighting at all, I never get involved. By the way, want to hear my best pranks?”

Lothar looked down at the book, and the little girl always evaded the most important issues when answering his questions.

“Listen well, little brother, once a few living people wearing armor broke into the island, dragging their families along.”

“A fleeing soldier?” Lothar could probably guess who the little girl was talking about. There will be deserters in any war, and they usually can only take their families to go to other places.

“I started teasing them and let a guy inside hear his daughter calling for help… Guess what?”

“Actually, you faked that cry for help? Tricked them to come over and kill them.” Lothar knew the little girl’s bad temper, and she would definitely do such a thing.

“Jie Jie Jie Jie! Wrong guess! Punishment!” The little girl inserted her fingers into the corner of Lothar’s mouth, pulled his mouth wide open, and turned into a funny grimace, “The correct answer is! I kidnapped His daughter, the cry for help he heard was from his daughter! But he ignored his own daughter’s cry for help because of the suspicious suspicion that it was false! Jie Jie Jie Jie! I laughed so hard! It’s really me The best prank ever! While slowly killing the little girl, she watched her father not come to save her! No matter how much she screamed, she wouldn’t come! Jie Jie Jie Jie! Now her spirit is chasing her all day long Father’s soul revenge! Do you want to see it? I’ll take you there!”

Lothar was wrong. The little girl’s temper was much worse than he thought.

“What a ghostly place.” Lothar was determined to leave here.

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She is the naughtiest child on the entire Shadow Isle, and her killings always bring out a comic sense of humor.

—— Karthus